Sentences with phrase «piercing sound»

But suddenly you hear the piercing sound of the siren, and over the loudspeaker, law enforcement is politely asking that you pull safely to the side of the road...

But suddenly you hear the piercing sound of the siren, and over the loud speaker, law enforcement is politely asking that you pull safely to the side of the road...

Yes, I've sat through far too many squeaky floors, doors and bores — but there must be some novel ways to make us jump in our seats without resorting to a kid wearing a gas mask suddenly pushing his face into the camera lens, accompanied by a barrage of ear - piercing sound.

Then, a piercing sound.

Learn the symptoms so you can tell if your baby is suffering from colic: Crying that is a high pitched, ear - piercing sound; Grimacing or frowning face, with a pained expression; Red, flushed face; Clenched fists; Excessive gas (flatulence, farts, farting a lot, explosive farts or baby farting); Knees drawn up to chest; Baby looks like she or he is in pain; Often worse in the afternoon or evening (but can happen at any time).

Not exact matches

As The Wirecutter notes, «Details on the high end are clear but not piercing, the mids are even with no muddy, blurred sound, and for $ 70, the Swimbuds Sport headphones sound better than some of the merely water - resistant headphones that cost upwards of $ 40 more.»

We repress our dreams; it requires painfully bright lights to hurt our eyes and startlingly loud sounds to pierce our ears (one need only recall the light - and - sound shows of rock performers); and most of us take up exclusive residence in our heads, repressing our bodies.

But language is what the poet has to work with, and so the poet is forced to take sometimes exaggerated, sometimes extreme steps to pierce the mundane, breaking up lines, using words in odd new contexts, relying on sound effects and packing the stanzas with sensuous images and fragments from scripture, and the common language of faith suddenly takes on new meaning through these odd juxtapositions.

Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age, Gods breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage, The Christian plummet sounding heav»n and earth; Engine against th» Almightie, sinner's towre, Reversed thunder, Christ - side - piercing spear, The six daies world - transposing in an houre, A kinde of tune, which all things heare and...

With the revision and republication of the second edition of his Epistle to the Romans in 1922, Barth sounded with piercing clarity the theme that God is simply greater than all the attempts of theologians — whether liberal or conservative, whether modern, premodern or postmodern — to capture God within the confines of a single, self - contained framework of linguistic meaning.

When our son had colic, I remember once thinking that terrible ear - piercing wail was the ultimate sound of failure.

By the sounds of things, this mom really regrets getting her nipple pierced.

The actress wrote that she and her husband were woken «by the sound of his head hitting the floor, and then hysterical piercing screams.»

Too often, though, Jakubowicz falls back on his relentlessly pirouetting DV camera, attention - deficient editing and ear - splitting sound effects as a substitute for real tension, or a more piercing inquiry into the bubbling tension between South America's haves and its poverty - stricken have - nots.

This is a tremendous challenge both to mood and exposition, and sound men Skip Lievsay and Craig Berkey could scarcely have brought it off more brilliantly: the rustle of the dry wind, the sound of bullets piercing glass, the scrape of a briefcase along an air shaft — these make up what may be the most remarkable soundtrack of the Coens» career.

Once the voiceover ends, we plunge straight into the action, meeting Our Man in the flesh as he wakes up to the sound of a shipping container full of sneakers — fallen from a Maersk cargo vessel — piercing the hull of his yacht.

The rotating blades of helicopters, the piercing bangs of gunshots, and the shrill sound of explosions rang through my ears.

Anderson makes the audience acutely aware of just how flaky the croissants are, the rich and smooth flow of black coffee in the morning, the structural appearance of every dress, and the sharp sound a needle makes piercing through fabric.

Borgman sets its strange tone from the very beginning when a man who somewhat resembles features that of Jesus, long - hair and long - beard, awakes from his underground hideout by the sound of a sharp spear piercing down from the ground above.

Flooring it and coming off the gas in tunnels brings an ear - piercing wail before gunshot sounds from the pipes that'll scare surrounding traffic.

With sound flowing through 16 individually amplified speakers, you'll hear every note with eardrum - piercing clarity.

That top - of - the - line Burmester audio system might be the best in the biz, the sounds washing over your ears in a perfect sonic bath, the pierced metal speaker grilles passing as works of art.

A shrill sound pierced the air, making them jump, what both hoped, horribly, wasn't their mother's voice, what turned out to be the smoke detector singing.

- in other words you didn't buy a car or a conservatory, but simply used cards or loans to fill the gap - then this sounds an ear - piercing alarm.

My family and I felt right at home here, waking up to the sounds of birds chirping and the river flowing underneath, and watching the sun's rays pierce through the jungle foliage right outside our windows.

With its own score and sharp sound effects, every clean pierce with your hidden blade will make you feel like a tactician of death.

Two arrows slice through the silence and strike one of the creatures; ropes bind it to the ground and, as it tumbles, it lets out a strange piercing scream that sounds almost mechanical in its desperate, warbled construction.

There's not much in the way of voice acting, but those effects that are in the game sound very Japanese, such as Elh's ear - piercing shrieks.

Having immersive sound in my ear holes helped amplify the Star Wars Battlefront II trial on EA Access, as I explored a freighter and blasted the hell out of rebel scum with piercing laser shots.

Phil Collins my heart's in my hand, and my hand is pierced, and my hand's in the bag, and the bag is shut, and my heart is caught 2013 Sound installation and collaborative project with GULLIVER survival station for the homeless Cologne.

A sound component plays throughout the space; it is a linking feature that cascades over the installation, a rhythmic, organic soundtrack of dripping water, layered with mysterious echoes that pierce and hum.

«Over the course of the past week, the clicking sound of a typewrite — unfamiliar to modern students — has pierced the silence in Z. Smith Reynolds Library.

However, these earbuds still rank among the best sounding in the workout category — although they have a little extra bass, they produce a balanced sound where nothing overpowers or pierces.

The sound can be a bit piercing on high notes and consonants, which is what kept this pair from being our top pick, but this is an otherwise nice - sounding set of headphones with well - defined mids and bass.

My calling partner noted that I sounded almost the same through the speaker as I did through the standard ear pierce.

Bass, as we've mentioned, sounds uncontrolled and highs are piercing at 100 % volume.

Stealth is paramount as you avoid smaller enemies known as Watchers that scan areas and sound off piercing alarms.

As I walked through the front door, I heard a loud, piercing noise that sounded just like a smoke detector going off.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.