Sentences with phrase «girl voices singing»

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Or maybe one of our girls is singing «Jesus Loves Me» at the top of her voice.

«Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace, good will among men,» they all sang on cue, and then in the momentary pause that followed, the small girl electrified the entire church by crying out in a voice shrill with irritation and frustration and enormous sadness at having her view blocked, «Let Jesus show!»

Also, I love New Girl... and I love the She and Him Christmas Album, but I totally think Zooey's singing voice sounds like a muppet.

I notice that my baby girl recognizes my voice, but even more so, she calms down when she hears me singing.

Singing out the OM song can help girls celebrate their voice.

A young girl with a beautiful singing voice is asked to travel to the Emperor's castle to sing for him.

Renka, a professional Japanese singer, will provide the singing voice of Aqua, the Dancer girl from the upcoming Fire Emblem if.

The spirit of teenage independence sings out loud and clear in Raise Your Voice, starring Hillary Duff playing Terri Fletcher - a girl with a big voice in the small pond of Flagstaff AZ..

Although Effie has an incredible singing voice, she doesn't have the «look» that Curtis wants to promote with his new girl group.

In practice these tend to be girls with a clear and flexible singing voice, general self confidence, and some musical background at home.

Rosina races through the streets of Prescott, an eternal loner, the only brown girl in town who doesn't hang out with the other brown girls, as if she's trying to stand out on purpose, her spiky black hair snaking through the air, earbuds in her ears, listening to those wild women that made music in towns and cities so close to here but practically a whole generation ago, those brave girls with boots and electric guitars, singing with voices made out of moss and rocks and rainstorms.

Elyse, the main character, is a Tobagonian girl who has had her beautiful singing (and speaking) voice ripped away from her in an accident.

- trailer features the theme song «Owaranai Sekai de» sung by Daoko - the nameless protagonist is voiced by Kouki Uchiyama - the blonde - haired girl Zecia is voiced by Ai Kayano - the fairy Nahm is voiced by Yukana - pre-registration is available now - game will be free - to - play - depending on the amount of users that pre-register, players will be rewarded with a greater amount of Dragon Crystals:

Anyways, as far as the Project Diva series, they're a group of girls, and guys, that sing with strange, synthesized voices.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,