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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US South) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
brother Richard liked it loud. He punched the iPod up all the way until the music hammered his brain. It's forced, beating away like some band. She How From the high dark mountains hidden behind the screen of rushing trees He was holding 85 miles an hour even through the turns. So that took a surgeon's skill. Miracle of guts and timing And the music roared Cinnamon Where you gonna run to gonna run to the sea? See? Won't you hide me? Run to the sea, See? Won't you hide me But the see It was a boil it all On that day it was that old time religion fierce and haunted, harsh and unforgiving. It was baptised, fire and brimstone. His father's fury and anguish. It was Negroes in a church, a fear to the flames of ****. It was the roar of a hot primer gravy eight Cuda in the night is good. Old boys and sheeps raised their particular kind of l driven by white lightning or too much Dixie or two months hate. He wrote the corner perfectly left footing The break in, coming off in it. The precise moment so that he came out of the hairpin at full power. It was late. It was dark. It was quiet except course for the thunder of the engine. His right foot involuntarily pressed. Pendleton metal in the car leapt forward, reaching the century mark. Now 1 10 Now 1 20 right it death sitch, right near to and within spitting distance of oblivion. And he loved it. The date was Thursday, March 30th 1931. Charlie Crawford and editor slain, screamed the headline in the Los Angeles Illustrated Daily News at about 4:30 p.m. The previous afternoon, the 54 year old Crawford had been gunned down in his office on Sunset Boulevard. Also killed was Herbert Spencer, a veteran journalist who'd been with Crawford in the room. Ex Boss Falls Too Long Feared Gunman Bullet The news went on. Crawford King Vin politician lived until 8:32 p.m. Last night, a little more than four hours after the shooting. He died without revealing the identity of his assailant. Crawford had been, and many believe, still Waas a boss, a key player in what was known as the system. A little profile but all powerful syndicate that ran the gambling prostitution and bootlegging rackets in Los Angeles. Eternities before the first born day or air the first son fledged his wings of flame. Calm night. You have a lasting in the same. A brooding mother over chaos, late and whirling Sons up blaze and then decay shall run their fiery courses and then claim the even of the darkness. Once they came back to the nirvana, peace shall grope their way. So when my feeble son of life burns out and sounded is the hour from my long sleep I shall full weary of the feverish light Welcome darkness without fear or doubt and heavy lidded I shall softly creep into the quiet bosom night.
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Characters, Narrator, Preacher, Storyteller, Real Person, Articulate, Believable, Booming, Comforting, Dynamic, Engaging, Inspirational, Narrator, Straightforward, North American (General), North American (US General American - GenAM), North American (US South), North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)