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Choric Speech
Includes questions related to group speeches or those spoken by a group.
639 Questions
Which pop song has a children's choir singing the intro?
"You can't always get what you want" by Rolling Stones
Are the Vienna boys choir castrated?
"The Roman Catholic Church was known to have castrated their choir boys to preserve the prepubescent voices but that action died out in the 1800's i would think the same could be said about the Vienna boys choir. "
The church never castrated anyone, it was an offense punishable by excommunication and performed by people who kept quiet about it. The church was happy to employ castrati in its choirs and the last one retired as head of the Cistine Chapel choir in about 1913. The unified Italian state made it illegal in 1870 and pope Leo xiii formally banned it eight years later. Sadly this wouldn't seem to have been an end to a long tradition of harm to boys.
The high voices of the Vienna Boys Choir are perfectly natural, the clue is in the title; boys.
What are the lyrics of the speech choir piece 'The Man and The Crow'?
Here is just a small part. You can find the rest at the link below.
The Man and The Crow
He loosened his tie and kicked off his black leather shoes. Sitting on the doormat of his apartment door, he could only sigh and leaned back on his hands.
"Why have I continued to let myself be bound by these chains?"
Realising that he still has that report to submit, he picked himself up and walked inside, leaving the door open, the entrance to his home protected only by a single layer of steel awning. Deciding that he needed some fresh air, he drew away the curtains and slid open the balcony doors.
A large crow sat perched on the rails, staring at him blankly in the face.
What is the Kankakee Valley performance choir?
The Kankakee Valley Performance Choir is a non-profit organization committed to helping talented young people achieve musical excellence. Our young choir members will gain a new appreciation for the inspirational power of music while enriching the cultural life of the community. As this wonderful group shares their musical talents with growing audiences throughout the Kankakee area and beyond, they are touching hearts and lifting spirits, while also building memories and friendships that will last a lifetime.
The choir has members ages 10-18 from all over the greater Kankakee area. The cities of Kankakee, Bourbonnais, Bradley, Manteno, St. Anne, Limestone and Aroma Park are all represented.
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and FYI AUDITIONS ARE AUGUST 24th 2010 6 PM!!! AT BOURBONNAIS COMMUNITY OF CHRIST CHURCH (on rt. 102 and across the street from the Bourb. post office)
U MUST BE 10-18 years of age! Be prepared to sing--- "My country tis of thee" OR "America the Beautiful". And if u just want to watch, You can ALWAYS check for upcoming performances on--- kvpchoir.com ---or u can always "Like" Kankakee Valley Performance Choir on Facebook!
Eat Sleep Sing~
maddiiscool (Maddi)
A verse choir is a grouping of individuals that largely and openly express their thoughts, feelings, and verbalizations with one another and an audience. Under a director, they serve as an artistic group of oral interpreters.
Can you give a copy of the piece The Man and the Crow?
He loosened his tie and kicked off his black leather shoes. Sitting on the doormat of his apartment door, he could only sigh and leaned back on his hands.
"Why have I continued to let myself be bound by these chains?"
Realising that he still has that report to submit, he picked himself up and walked inside, leaving the door open, the entrance to his home protected only by a single layer of steel awning. Deciding that he needed some fresh air, he drew away the curtains and slid open the balcony doors.
A large crow sat perched on the rails, staring at him blankly in the face."It's you again." he said to the crow."And I suppose I am unwelcome here?""You leave no marks after you're gone, and I'm satisfied with that much alone."
Strangely enough, that crow was perhaps the only creature that has stopped by his 8th floor apartment without leaving a single dropping. Perhaps, it's even stranger than the fact that it's a talking bird. Not that its beaks moved when it spoke. It's as though it spoke through a voice in the man's head."Why do you keep coming here, anyway?" he asked the bird."You were the first person whose first words to me were not that of riddance.""Doesn't mean I asked you to come back.""I'm a crow. I come uninvited.""I suppose."
He went back to the living room, enjoying the breeze as he slumped down into a white leather couch. He closed his eyes as he let the winds brush against his face. The sky turned from an explosion of orange and yellow into a gloomy curtain of violet and blue. It's been a long day."You don't look too happy." said the crow, staring at him with unblinking eyes."I can't remember the last time I actually felt happy.""I figured that much."
He opened one eye. The crow was still there, groomng its right wing. It was a rather large wing. He began to wonder what it's like to be able to fly. To be able to go wherever he wishes. To be without restraint. To be free. He felt envious of the crow."Say," he began to ask."How does it feel like to be free?""Free?""You know, you get to fly wherever you want to, and no one is there to stop you.""Heheh. You speak of freedom as though it's something you can take so lightly.""What are you saying?""I have wings. I can fly. But that doesn't necessarily mean that I am free."
He was puzzled. What could that possibly mean? To fly wherever you want, to do whatever you like, to have whatever you wish, is that not freedom?"You humans have too little an understanding of freedom. You used us birds to symbolise this meaning. We, however, know that it's the exact opposite. You are not free. And so are we.I fly wherever I want to, but it's not something done at no expense. Every flight I make drains me to death. Everytime I land, I have to land near food. Unless I replenish my strength, I will cease to exist. I am doomed to fly in search of food. Unless my flight is in search of food or for a mate, I die with no proof of my existence.No, human. My flight does not symbolise my freedom. It is my curse, my fate, my destiny. I have no wish to overcome or escape my destiny, for I do not have the freedom to do so."
The man was silenced. He thought about his work. He remembered how so many people envied him for such a position in that big company. How much money he earns every month. And he also remembers the pain of coming home, void of strength all for the sake of staying alive."Unlike me, bound by my fate to forever fly, you can attain the power to break the chains that bind you. You can leave this world and still leave some evidence of your existence and you will be remembered by it. You are unlike me."
He looked up at the crow, which has now turned away from him."You can be free."
With that, it spread its wings and left
Posted by Tristan!!!
The Man and The CrowHe loosened his tie and kicked off his black leather shoes. Sitting on the doormat of his apartment door, he could only sigh and leaned back on his hands.
"Why have I continued to let myself be bound by these chains?"
Realising that he still has that report to submit, he picked himself up and walked inside, leaving the door open, the entrance to his home protected only by a single layer of steel awning. Deciding that he needed some fresh air, he drew away the curtains and slid open the balcony doors.
A large crow sat perched on the rails, staring at him blankly in the face."It's you again." he said to the crow."And I suppose I am unwelcome here?""You leave no marks after you're gone, and I'm satisfied with that much alone."
Strangely enough, that crow was perhaps the only creature that has stopped by his 8th floor apartment without leaving a single dropping. Perhaps, it's even stranger than the fact that it's a talking bird. Not that its beaks moved when it spoke. It's as though it spoke through a voice in the man's head."Why do you keep coming here, anyway?" he asked the bird."You were the first person whose first words to me were not that of riddance.""Doesn't mean I asked you to come back.""I'm a crow. I come uninvited.""I suppose."
He went back to the living room, enjoying the breeze as he slumped down into a white leather couch. He closed his eyes as he let the winds brush against his face. The sky turned from an explosion of orange and yellow into a gloomy curtain of violet and blue. It's been a long day."You don't look too happy." said the crow, staring at him with unblinking eyes."I can't remember the last time I actually felt happy.""I figured that much."
He opened one eye. The crow was still there, groomng its right wing. It was a rather large wing. He began to wonder what it's like to be able to fly. To be able to go wherever he wishes. To be without restraint. To be free. He felt envious of the crow."Say," he began to ask."How does it feel like to be free?""Free?""You know, you get to fly wherever you want to, and no one is there to stop you.""Heheh. You speak of freedom as though it's something you can take so lightly.""What are you saying?""I have wings. I can fly. But that doesn't necessarily mean that I am free."
He was puzzled. What could that possibly mean? To fly wherever you want, to do whatever you like, to have whatever you wish, is that not freedom?"You humans have too little an understanding of freedom. You used us birds to symbolise this meaning. We, however, know that it's the exact opposite. You are not free. And so are we.I fly wherever I want to, but it's not something done at no expense. Every flight I make drains me to death. Everytime I land, I have to land near food. Unless I replenish my strength, I will cease to exist. I am doomed to fly in search of food. Unless my flight is in search of food or for a mate, I die with no proof of my existence.No, human. My flight does not symbolise my freedom. It is my curse, my fate, my destiny. I have no wish to overcome or escape my destiny, for I do not have the freedom to do so."
The man was silenced. He thought about his work. He remembered how so many people envied him for such a position in that big company. How much money he earns every month. And he also remembers the pain of coming home, void of strength all for the sake of staying alive."Unlike me, bound by my fate to forever fly, you can attain the power to break the chains that bind you. You can leave this world and still leave some evidence of your existence and you will be remembered by it. You are unlike me."
He looked up at the crow, which has now turned away from him."You can be free."
With that, it spread its wings and left
Posted by Tristan!!!
what are the criteria in judging for a Speech Chooir Competion? what are the criteria in judging the speech choir competition?
What are the guidelines in conducting a speech choir?
voice quality
voice projection
tempo
pitch
just that
and then
kiss your teacher para malaki
score nyu sa speech
What is the the history of speech choir?
It has been my desire for some time to have a speech choir. There is much power in the spoken word! This is not a new idea. The ancient Greeks used choral speaking with enormous impact and effect! The words are not sung. A speech choir is a powerful art that is experiencing a revival. There is tremendous satisfaction that comes from learning to speak well, and even a greater enjoyment that comes from speaking elegantly and powerfully as a group. The abilities and techniques you will learn as a member of a speech choir will become an asset in your social life. Your words become better understood, richer, and more significant than daily speech. In the book, Choral Speaking and the Verse Choir, Kingsley Povenmire offers this definition of the choir itself: "A verse choir is a group of people experiencing together, expressing thoughts and feelings largely and freely for the purpose of communicating with each other and an audience, being led by a director and adapting themselves to the disciplines of the art of group oral interpretation." If you do not feel you have a singing voice, but you would love to be a part of performance group that uses the imaginative language of words, please contact me. The only requirement is the ability to speak!! === === a speech choir is a..... its up to you to look for it.. i also cant find anything.. mas bobo ka!!! tanga...anak ka ng tokwa!!!
We're going to have our English Week and I would like to present a speech choir. I know how to go about it but then I want it to be flawless. you know...
I would check other website and maybe music places
Juan Luis Guerra
Antiphonal
it is a choirmaster from England and Australia it is choirsongist
Hopefully this has helped you!
A Choir is a group of people who sing peaceful non vilent songs together.
A speech choir example of Family Guy?
Well...
Possibly, Stewie's rant about Brian's novel.
Peter line to Lois at the airport via Planes Trains and Automobiles.
The songs might be a good example, The FCC Song, Can't Touch Me, You Have Aids
Caribou
By: Crysta Mae Dixie Bacusmo
Chant: Caribou, caribou
Oh, you caribou, so many in a herd,
dropping calves in rolling hills,
need to be alert.
Oh, you caribou, so many in a herd,
Here come the grizzlies,
don't you think they'll hurt?
Oh, you caribou, so many in a herd,
Here come the wolves;
they'll eat you with a smirk.
Examples of Jazz Chants:
By Crysta Mae Dixie Bacusmo
Chant: Musk Ox Oomingmak
Musk ox,
Bearded One,
standing in a circle
guarding cows
and little calves
from a wolf attack.
Musk ox,
Bearded One,
standing in a circle.
By Crysta Mae Dixie Bacusmo
Chant: Sikuliqiruq (The ice is breaking up)
Sikuliqiruq,
The ice is breaking up.
Sikuliqiruq,
The ice is breaking up.
Moving, moving.
Sikuliqiruq,
Moving, moving.
Sikuliqiruq.
Caribou
By Crysta Mae Dixie Bacusmo
Chant: Caribou, caribou
Oh, you caribou,
so many in a herd,
dropping calves in rolling hills,
need to be alert.
Oh, you caribou, so many in a herd,
Here come the grizzlies,
don't you think they'll hurt?
Oh, you caribou, so many in a herd,
Here come the wolves;
they'll eat you with a smirk.
Oh, you caribou, so many in a herd,
Here come mosquitoes.
You'd better roll in dirt.
Oh, you caribou, so many in a herd,
Here come ice and snow.
For lichens you'll search.
We are the Rogers Park Wolves
By Crysta Mae Dixie Bacusmo
We stay in the pack, Jack.
We eat good food, Dude.
We help each other, brother.
We work together, Heather.
We like to howl,
Pal.OOOOoooo.
We are very smart, Bart.
Each one is unique, Zeke.
We obey our leader, Peter.
Together we are strong, Wong.
We like to howl,
Pal.OOOOoooo.
We're always alert, Bert.
We keep peace in the clan, Stan.
We like to communicate, Mate.
We run faster than Moose, Duce.
We like to howl,
Pal.OOOOoooo.
Oh, you caribou, so many in a herd,
Here come mosquitoes.
You'd better roll in dirt.
Oh, you caribou, so many in a herd,
Here come ice and snow.
For lichens you'll search
Where can you find the lyrics for a choral arrangement of City Called Heaven with a girls solo?
Lyricsmania.com i guess
What are the types of dyadic communication?
Dyadic communication is the direct communication between two people or groups of people.
Usually it refers to mother-child verbal interactions which include close eye contact, exaggerated prosody, and mutual imitation.
What are the 3 types of dyadic communication?
Dyadic communication is the direct communication between two people or groups of people.
Usually it refers to mother-child verbal interactions which include close eye contact, exaggerated prosody, and mutual imitation.
What are the three criteria for a civilization?
Abundance of food, Division of labor and making a colony
Why is it important to avoid judging or threatening your guest?
You don’t want to escalate the situation
