Sandra B
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) US African AmericanTranscript
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I love all films that start with rain, rain braiding, a window pane or darkening a hung out dress or streaming down her upturned face. One long thundering downpour right through the empty script and score before the act before the blame before the lens pulls through the frame to where the woman sits alone beside a silent telephone. The dress lies ruined on the grass or the girl walks off the overpass and all things flow out from the source along their fatal water courses however bad or over long, such a film can do no wrong. So when his native twang shows through or when the boom dips in the view or when her speech starts to betray its adaptation from the play, I think that when we opened code on the rain, dark gutter running gold with the neon of a drugstore sign and I read into its blazing line. Forget the ink, the milk, the blood all was washed clean with the flood. We rose up from the falling waters, the falling rains on sons and daughters and none of this, none of this matters. I love all films that start with rain, rain braiding. A window pane or darkening a hung out dress or streaming down her upturned face. One long thundering downpour right through the empty script and score before the act before the blame before the lens pours through the frame to where the woman sits alone beside a silent telephone or the dress lies ruined on the grass or the girl walks off the overpass and all things flow from that source along their fatal water course, however bad or over long, such a film can do no wrong. So when his native twang shows through or when the boom dips in the view or when her speech starts to betray his adaptation from the play, I think that when we open cold on the rain, dark gutter running gold with the neon of a drugstore sign and I read into its blazing line. Forget the ink, the milk, the blood all washed clean with the flood. We rose up from the falling waters, the fallen rains on signs and daughters and none of this, none of this matters.