The Heartbreak Kid (1993)

Actors

• Steve Bastoni (actor)
• Kane Creighton (actor)
• Robin Cuming (actor)
• Alex Dimitriades (actor)
• Vince Filomeno (actor)
• Christopher Garris (actor)
• Fonda Goniadis (actor)
• Fletcher Humphrys (actor)
• Michael Ienna (actor)
• Keith Iosifidis (actor)
• Simon Jackson (actor)
• Nick Lathouris (actor)
• Evan Lygnos (actor)
• Minas Lygnos (actor)
• Jasper Bagg (actor)

Genres

• Drama

Taglines:

A hip, hot and sexy lesson in love.

Quotes:

Nick Polides: [to Christina] I love you, Bubba.

Shooting Stars (1990)

Actors

• Keith Allen (actor)
• John Brobbey (actor)
• Helmut Griem (actor)
• Chris Hargreaves (actor)
• Stratford Johns (actor)
• Frank Lauder (actor)
• Gary McDonald (actor)
• Fiona Allen (actress)
• Sharon Duce (actress)
• Jane Hazlegrove (actress)
• John Goldschmidt (producer)
• Barry Hines (writer)
• Gillian Gilbert (composer)
• Stephen Morris (composer)
• Chris Bernard (director)

Genres

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Friendly Fire - Southcott
• We'll Take This Outside, 12:45 - Southcott
• The October Tradition - Southcott
• Sin City: Your Bed Sheets, My Legacy - Southcott
• Red Lights And Rooftops - Southcott
• Post March Third - Southcott
• Lifeboats For High Hopes - Southcott
• Silence On The Eighth - Southcott
• We'll Take This Outside, 1:17 - Southcott
• Where The Tabloids Won't Find Us - Southcott
• Vengeance Isn't The Right Word - Southcott
• Safety - Southcott
• Apple Shampoo - Southcott

I'm anonymous,
this I promise,
and I'd rather love to keep it like this,
You'd rather be there,
in the distance,
and fake this,
that anyone remembers your name
the second greatest mistake,
that you've ever made,
will it be your last,
and I don't need a dictionary,
for all the names you call me,
you're not as clever
as you think you are,
Is this the case?
We're your run of the mill,
your worst mistake?
I'll be part of this firing party,
till my gut is packed of bullets,
shot by the neighborhood kids.

We'll take your blue eyes,
and give them red lines,
and purple rings around them,
we'll take all your clothes,
make you walk home,
from a town you've never seen,
so set a place and time,
and the rules we'll abide,
so do you agree?
We should take this to the streets?
And we can end this bitter rivalry,
so throw down,
while the neighborhood
is sleeping sound,
because this world
is worth fighting for,
and my lady friend,
the one you lusted over when,
we were taking shots,
in the back of her corvette,
and you threw yours up,
when you had too much,
like the bitch we always

And this is fleeting,
This sick, sickness I'm seeking,
With tire tread tired eyes,
A crooked smile,
You'd love, to defile.
Don't let me down,
With my ear to the ground,
I can hear the earth sigh,
At the sight of your insides,
As you hide behind the lies that
you so desperately tell.
Fists pummeling like cruise ships,
And motorcycle teeth,
That are humming between
our breaths, And rest,
To the beat,

I'll be the sea to your vacation,
A subtle vocation,
But I handle it well,
I'll be the summer to your dress,
The one I'd love best,
If you didn't wear it where we slept,
So just let me go,
And I'll let you down,
I'm not so ambitious without you around,
If this is our last night,
In the city of lights,
Let's lock the doors, turn out the lights,
and we'll stop time,
So dance, dance with me,
Between the bed sheets.
And we can play these games for hours,
But we can't play them forever,
After I leave,
You'll only speak to my
answering machine,
All we know is,
Lust and love between,
Thieves and villains,
Sinking ceilings,

Wake up, wake up,
We can't keep sleeping on the job,
I'm watching my neck for knives,
You plant beneath my jaw,
and when he receives,
everything he needs,
if he leaves,
don't come crawling back to me.
Oh no my phone is ringing off the hook,
You're on the other end,
Reason enough to not pick up,
Or rather I'll tie the phone
cord around my neck,
If I'm not breathing for you,
I'd rather not breath at all,
Oh no it's happening again tonight,
I'm taking your phone calls,
And listening to you cry,
Does it even matter,
Matter at all,
That I'm restless in my sleep,
This is the last thing I need,

Please excuse the lateness of my reply,
Don't hold this against me,
Four years long and I
don't need your company,
Please excuse my lack of will to try,
To hold this together,
I never saw the effort and you know,
I hope this keeps you up late at night,
Sinking fingers in the
back bones of some guy,
who will leave you before you wake,
this is your song, your greatest mistake,
how much eyeliner does it take?
To hide the wrinkles your eyes keep,
As the soundtrack to your lack of sleep,
And I know,
You're so unpredictable,
But call me Mr. Typical,
And what's his name,
Or that boy you used to kiss,
You put up with my shit

My spine can be,
the piano keys,
that your fingertips play,
wide eyed as the ships collide,
along the docks of the lower
east side, and we're on this cruise,
of self abuse, we're highlights on
the evening news, and we're
sweating out our sins, through
our ordinary skin,
although I love your touch,
I'll tap my wristwatch,
This has been fun love,

Test your memory
not about arithmetic
or the things that you should already know
it's 11:30 and it's too early
to close your eyes
just to say goodnight
Don't turn out the light
don't say goodnight
we can't let you dream
don't close your eyes
don't say goodnight
we can't let you down
The lakes lifted off the ocean floor
were smoking cigarettes
try not to forget
anything she said
or hollow me bones to show
how spineless I am
Don't turn out the light
don't say goodnight
we can't let you dream
don't close your eyes
don't say goodnight (it's 11:30)

The moon is laughing to the beat,
of our shoes pounding on the street,
as we flee the scene,
of our mockery,
and how does it feel to,
get the shit kicked out of you?
Twenty years from now,
remember my face in that
scar above your brow,
When you parents pick you
up at the hospital grounds,
your wounds in gowns, and
tongue is sound, asleep,
but you won't speak,
of all your bruised skin,
or of this travesty again,
and how is that broken nose?
Your blood spattered clothes?
The shoe prints on your neck?
or would you rather?
All my friends gather?
And we can take this to streets again,
For you,
And all you friends,
We'll bring the bats,

We'll plan to meet,
At your parent's residence,
I'll let my love for lechery,
Take over me, and all my
actions and all my words,
But they so seldom occur,
Lock the doors, turn the music loud,
Till our eardrums blow out,
We'll create a buzz,
So much,
All the neighborhood will come by,
Cause all we are,
Two kids, with two tin cans,
Connected by old strings,
On our rooftops taking messages,
So tell a good story,
To my answering machine,
Oh! How heartless I can be,
I'm the one who's been calling you up,
Late at night,
To make sure that you're sleeping sounds and tight,
So just hold your pride,
Like you held your breath,
Waiting for the telephone to ring,
But your lungs are empty

In the morning I'll be,
Too tired to wake,
From counting the constellations,
I renamed,
One for every mistake,
They're all named after you,
I've acquired a taste,
For making the same mistakes,
Because baby I'm a mess,
You don't want to clean up,
You said you've had enough,
We won't be eighteen much longer,
This keeps getting harder,
Eyes like a target,
Is all you've become,
You're second hand smoke,
To a lover's lung,
You're killing me now,
You're killing me now,
A saint without sin,
And a diamond ring,
Pawned for lust,
And a broken dream,
You're killing me now,
You're killing me now,
Telling me that it's all over,
Try and hold your so close,
while looking over my shoulder,
Too many nights that I've been sober,
Will you fade away,
cause we just got older,
So break down,
And make a scene,
We'll make all the papers,
And magazines,
And they'll forecast your mood,
On the ten o'clock news,
Eyes like a target,
A fist with a gun,
Like second hand smoke,
To a lover's lung,
You're killing me now,
You're killing me now,
One last kiss to leave me senseless,
If not pretty, just make this painless,

Promise to keep these promises,
I write but never read out loud.
For their deafening sound,
could shake the very ground,
below the swollen clouds.
If the bombs explode,
outside our homes,
you'll be safe with me.
if the dead awake,
from their graves,
you'll be safe with me.
so hide out,
in your house,
close your eyes,
i'll keep you safe and sound,
drink the night away,
let the poison coarse your veins.
if the bombs explode,
outside our homes,
you'll be safe with me.
if the dead awake,
from their graves,

She didn't mean to deceive you, believe me
But sometimes the hardest part is conceiving
The good intentions that you had
Now only came to this
And although she saw the mark
The arrow missed
It isn't exciting reciting the stories
Of kind words turned hurting when routine get boring
Both getting tired of punk rock clubs
And both playing in punk rock bands
The start was something good
But some good things must end
And she said, "It could never survive
With such differing lives
One home, one out on tour again
We may never come back
The strike of a match
The candle's buring at both ends."
And now she knows too much
And I'm too fucked up
It's awkward trying to make my move
I'll pretend that I'm fine
Show up right on time
But I know I'll never be that cool
I never wanted to hold you back
I'm just trying to hold on
But my chance is gone
I know / just where / I stand / a boy
Trapped in the body of a man and
I'll take what you're willing to give
And I'll teach myself to live
With a walk-on part of a background shot
From a movie I'm not in
She's so important
And I'm so retarded
And now I realize
I should have kissed you in L.A.
But I drove home all alone
As if I had a choice, anyway
Where are you coming from?
What are you running from?
Is it so hard to see?
And if you're feeling scared
Remember the time we shared
You know it meant everything (everything)
You know that it meant everything to me