The Words may refer to:
The Words (French: Les Mots) is Jean-Paul Sartre's 1963autobiography.
The text is divided into two near-equal parts entitled 'Reading' and 'Writing'. However, according to Philippe Lejeune, these two parts are only a façade and are not relevant to the chronological progression of the work. He considers the text to instead be divided into five parts which he calls 'acts':
Coil was an English cross-genre, experimental music group formed in 1982 by John Balance—later credited as "Jhonn Balance"—and his life partner and collaborator Peter Christopherson, aka "Sleazy". The duo worked together on a series of releases before Balance chose the name Coil, which he claimed to be inspired by the omnipresence of the coil's shape in nature. Today, Coil remains one of the most influential and best-known industrial music groups.
The group's first official release as Coil was a 1984 12" album titled How to Destroy Angels released on the Belgian Les Disques du Crépuscule's sublabel LAYLAH Antirecords. Following the 12"s success, Some Bizarre Records produced two albums, Scatology, Horse Rotorvator and Coil departed SomeBizzare Label and Produced Love's Secret Domain, which met with little commercial success, but were praised as innovative due to their blend of industrial music and acid house.
In 1985, the group began working on a series of soundtracks, amongst them music for the first Hellraiser movie based on the novel The Hellbound Heart by their acquaintance at that time, Clive Barker. The group's first live performance in 16 years occurred in 1999, and began a series of mini-tours that would last until 2004. Following the death of John Balance on 13 November 2004, Christopherson announced via their official record label website Threshold House that Coil as an entity had ceased to exist.
The Pokémon (ポケモン, Pokemon) franchise has 721 (as of the release of Pokémon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire) distinctive fictional species classified as the titular Pokémon. This is a selected listing of 50 of the Pokémon species, originally found in the Red and Green versions, arranged as they are in the main game series' National Pokédex.
Meowth (ニャース, Nyāsu, Nyarth), known as the Scratch Cat Pokémon, has a distinctly feline appearance, resembling a small housecat. It has cream-colored fur, which turns brown at its paws and tail tip. Its oval-shaped head features prominent whiskers, black-and-brown ears, and a koban, a gold oval coin (also known as "charm") embedded in its forehead. Meowth are valued for their ability to collect coins using their signature move, "Pay Day", as it is the only Pokémon that learns it. Meowth's coloration, its love of coins, and its charm indicate that Meowth is based on the Japanese Maneki Neko, a cat-shaped figurine that is said to bring good luck and money to its owner. Aspects of Meowth were drawn from a Japanese myth dealing with the true value of money, in which a cat has money on its head but does not realize it.
The coil hieroglyph is used in the Ancient Egyptian language hieroglyphs as an equivalent for the Quail chick (hieroglyph), but is also used in other word constructions, probably for the balance of the hieroglyph composition block. The coil as well as the quail chick are used for the alphabetic vowel letter w, (or u). Because 'w' is not a "vowel", the use is often in the form of 'woo' for the w, and 'oo' for the u.
The following two tables show the Egyptian uniliteral signs. (24 letters, but multiple use hieroglyphs)
External wall relief; (foot and leg hieroglyphs)
External wall relief; (foot and leg hieroglyphs)
Column relief
Column relief
"Words" is a song by American R&B singer-songwriter Anthony David, from his third studio album Acey Duecy. It features fellow contemporary R&B singer-songwriter India.Arie. The song peaked at #53 on the Billboard Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs chart, since its release. The song was nominated for a Grammy for Best R&B Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocals in 2009.
A word is a unit of language.
Word(s) may also refer to:
Call me the rapscallion
A rogue rhyme sayer single-handed battalion
Thoroughbred pedigree like a black stallion
The pale horse couldn't come close to pose a challenge
And rappers pale in comparison to my styling
I'm dropping knowledge while they narrow minds popping violence
I listen for truth, all I hear is a calm silence
I'm looking for proof all I see is my mom's smiling
Beaming proud 'cause I stopped buggin and wilding,
Everyman is an island --
--I stand alone like the cheese
Everyman is connected separated by six degrees
Walk the path of enlightenment down the road on we ease
By inches the gaps squeeze approaching our destinies
Breathe out in a cycle that we share with the trees
And sway aimless like a branch catch the rhythm of breeze
Always going but never knowing where fate may lead
Listen to my elders remember to take they head
Even when you smile meanwhile somebody else bleeds
And rose gardens get infected by weeds
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Never admire desires over necessities
I take time to balance out all of my wants and needs
Keeping time, I tap my left hand on my knee
And with my right I write a style that's free
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Running away from yesterday
Time is passing and I can not stay
Bless the children is what I say
I write the words and I give them away
I was born educated, I escalated to a
Style that's elevated- - above the average
Suckas who never made it - still trying to show out
But I never paraded, it's kind of faded
The way they stay jaded - from really knowing what's going on
It's like they stuck upon the same song
I aim strong, above my goals because I know
That gravity is pulling me back down to the floor
So I prepare my presentation just before I deliver
Pull another verbal arrow up out of my quiver
Yo, I'm a precious piece of history
People are still trying to figure out the mystery
Ancient like the streets of Sicily
I got the itch to be a high speed pitch fastball swing and a miss
Blacker than the abyss, and good for ya like a fat bowl of grits
I commandeer the mic and I spits
Shooting verbal knowledge at little kids
I use my voice box instead of boxing with fists
But square up on a square when I'm pissed - So where's the list
The class is in session but weak niggaz is dismissed
Go on back to the lab and practice
Counting my blessing on the lessons that I've been stressing
Lounging with essence guessing I've chosen the right profession
Get up and motivate to the spot and I'm rolling late
But anyway that's how we play out in the golden state
Big up my man he shakes my hand I pat him on the back
The salutations met with traditional wise crack
After the laughs we get to business for the afternoon
Reach in my bag and grab the CD packed full of tunes
Turn up the bass boost so we could feel the subs boom
Walls shaking feel like the earth quaking in the room
Make a selection choose the dopest of the dopest
For the rhyme session beats got to keep lyrics in focus
And vice versa, creating aural inertia