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Nana (1926) is Jean Renoir's second full-length silent film and is based on the novel by Émile Zola.
A government official, Count Muffat, falls under the spell of Nana, a young actress. She becomes his mistress, living in the sumptuous apartment which he provides for her. Instead of elevating herself to Muffat's level, however, Nana drags the poor man down to hers - in the end, both lives have been utterly destroyed.
The film stars Renoir’s wife, Catherine Hessling, in an eccentric performance as the flawed heroine Nana.
Jean Renoir’s film is a fairly faithful adaptation of Émile Zola’s classic novel. The film’s extravagances include two magnificent set pieces – a horse race and an open air ball. The film never made a profit, and the commercial failure of the film robbed Renoir of the opportunity to make such an ambitious film again for several years.
Phthora nana (Medieval Greek φθορά νανὰ) is one of the ten modes of the Hagiopolitan Octoechos consisting of 8 diatonic echoi and two additional phthorai. It is used in different traditions of Orthodox chant until today (→ Neobyzantine Octoechos). The name "nana" is taken from the syllables (written in ligatures "ʅʅ") sung during the intonation which precedes a melody composed in this mode. The name "phthora" derived from the verb φθείρω and means "destroy" or "corrupt". It was usually referred to the diatonic genus of the eight mode system and as a sign used in Byzantine chant notation it indicated a "change to another genus" (μεταβολὴ κατὰ γένος), in the particular case of phthora nana a change to the enharmonic genus. Today the "nana" intonation has become the standard name of the third authentic mode which is called "echos tritos" (ἦχος τρίτος) in Greek and "third glas" (третий Гласъ) in Old Church Slavonic.
In the theory and notation of Byzantine and Orthodox chant nana is the name of a special phthora which had been used in different ways according to its historic context:
[Intro]
And the time says... [x2]
[Verse 1: Zion I]
I'm like Golgo 13 assassinator
Known to those zones microphones and faders
I slip into
Where you've never been to
Come through and witness God within you
I think you
Really like what you see
In your inner most depths the rest is poetry
And it's spoken
From the city of Oakland
Where the flames is hot and rocks be smoking
No jokin
We begin to speak
With the word on the street vibrate to concrete
As a basis
Foundations we create this
Watch for what you wish God will assist
All endeavors
Thoughts like feathers
To carry the bird within your soul to the ethers
Always and forever
I still be
In the place with the grace
Do you feel me
We'll be on the run for the new sun
Til the last day when armaggedeon come
Armaggedeon come... [x2]
[Hook:]
Life is one big road with lots of signs
(scratching: manifestation)
If you relax yourself and just chill you can take the time...
(Relax your mind)
To be yourself and free your mind...
(scratching: elevation)
And when you do it right...
You know your inner light shines
Your light shines... [x3]
(scratching)
(This ain't no game this is life)
[Verse 2: Zion I]
In the middle of the night
I rhyme right
While my man Amp whippin up the beat sham
To inspire we set flames higher
Callin up the spirit talkin on a live wire
Just for the conflict
Just for the place
Just for the days when I was a mental slave
Allow my mind to climb when I ride mics
Take flight jump up withcha satellite
And get high from the soul less shower
Creator is the power
Destruct and devower
I'm on a Timex and my concepts
Better represent what I want to come at cha
Don't got time to play for this worktime
Everyday I gotta pray for the sunshine
Take time
Illuminate self divine
In a little time realize one mind
Yo...
[Hook:]
Life is one big road with lots of signs
(scratching: manifestation)
If you relax yourself and just chill you can take the time...
(Relax your mind)
To be yourself and free your mind...
(scratching: elevation)
And when you do it right...
You know your inner light shines
Your light shines... [x5]
[Outro:]
This ain't no game this is... life [x2]
(scratching)
This ain't no game this is... [x2]
(scratching)
This ain't no game this is... life
I'm like Golgo 13 assassinator...
Assassinator... [x2]
And the time says... [x2]
In your inner most depths the rest is poetry...