Lax Filmography

• Neoleres (2011)
• Neoleres (2011)

Lax Filmography

• Neoleres (2011)

LAX

Harley Random is an ambitious, take-charge runway chief based at LAX, the 5th busiest airport in the world. Harley is frequently confronted by her rival, terminal boss Roger De Souza, as each jockeys to be named the new director of the airport while working together to solve everything from bomb scares, to VIP arrivals, drunken pilots and roaming pets. Rounding out this group of airport staff are Tony, the suave Airline Passenger Coordinator, who does his best to sooth frazzled nerves; Customs Agent Betty, who along with Immigration Officer Nick and LAPD Officer Henry Engels help keep the airport safe in an increasingly complicated world.

Cast

• Heather Locklear
• Blair Underwood
• Paul Leyden
• Frank John Hughes
• Wendy Hoopes
• David Paetkau
• Sasha Barrese
• Chane't Johnson
• Joel David Moore
• Ethan Rains
• Octavia Spencer
• Dominic Rains
• Chad Todhunter
• Nicki Aycox
• Sahar Bibiyan
• Jason Gedrick
• Eric Lange
• Brooke Marie Bridges
• Sharon Leal
• Kirsten Vangsness
• Zvonimir Hace
• Phillip Gramm
• Atavia Crockett
• Nicholas Shaffer

• Season 1
• Episode 1: Pilot
  USA...
• Episode 2: Finnegan Again, Begin Again
  When a coffin arriving as baggage on an in-bound flight from Grenada is discovered to contain a livi...
• Episode 3: The Longest Morning
  On his way home from a conference in Sacramento with a quick jaunt to Las Vegas, Roger begins to sus...
• Episode 4: Credible Threat
  When LAX receives word from Homeland Security that a credible threat has put the airport on high ale...
• Episode 5: Abduction
  Amani, a recently divorced Arab-American woman, flees her country with her son when her Egyptian hus...
• Episode 6: Unscheduled Arrivals
  It's a stressful day at LAX when Alonso Mathers, with Federal Traffic and Safety, arrives for a surp...
• Episode 7: Out of Control
  When a disgruntled air traffic controller on suspension decides to make his return to the airport ah...
• Episode 8: The Pictures to Prove It
  Harley and Roger place the airport under security lock-down as the baby-sit a group of FBI agents an...
• Episode 9: Thanksgiving
  USA...
• Episode 10: Secret Santa
  When a fugitive Santa Claus wanted for armed robbery leads police on a high speed chase concluding a...
• Episode 11: Cease & Assist
  An African political activist who was wrongly convicted of murder arrives at LAX to board a flight w...
• Episode 12: Mixed Signals
  USA...
• Episode 13: Senator's Daughter
  USA...

• Q And Not U
• Hot Snakes
• Hawk Nelson
• Big D & The Kids Table
• Xzibit
• Snoop Dogg
• Brazzaville
• Q & Not U

i found some teeth in the street, whatever that means.
smell the flesh in the air. however i care.
plans and bodies.
new terror, loose graves.
change the code to discreet.
forever that means trace events of the day beyond mind's means.
trained in body.
non territory non days.
face the road to deceit together stain scenes.
erase back drop of concrete unsustained dreams.
holy/unholy.
win terror lose grace.
untrained eye on the street lost and eye on the street.
war drums drumming.
nude terror new days.
i'll take the blame and not the blood.
i'll learn the shame and not the faces.
turn our bodies into objects.
just meat to fill the plans.
life everlasting, or eternal relationships, or whatever that means and no answers.
get over, get over, get over.
count the numbers not the names.
weigh the corpse but not the faces.
turn our bodies into objects.
just the blood out in the rain.
numbers and the names.
all our blood and all our faces.
left the shit out in the rain.
turned abject hatred into love.
life everlasting, or eternal relationships, or whatever that means and infinite get over, get over, get over.
the war drums drum.
to find the teeth in the street, what does that mean?
untrained eyes on the street ever after.
war drums drumming.

Jet propulsion
Jet propelled
Jet compulsion
Jet compelled
Jet compulsion
Jet compelled
Het the runway

i hate airports, i know they hate me
i know they jade me and that's my point
i hate airports, i know they hate me
i know they jade me and that's my point
i hate airports, i know they hate me
i know they jade me and that's my point
i hate airports, i know they hate me
i know they jade me and that's my point
lax to bna
a layover in ord
tsa, you're too extreme

hey, elitists from L.A.: Los Angeles, CA
you know who you are. you drive in fancy cars. your allowance exceeds my rent. listen to what i have to say, remind
yourselves every day. 'cos theres a message on the way
well first of all, fuck your fucking attitudes. how can you be so fucking rude. you fucking look at me like when girls are
jealous. and fuck your fucking L.A. bars, you're all a bunch of wannabe superstars. yea, fuck your fucking act, you're a
bunch of dressed up fucking rats. you get anything you want, mommy's dressed up fucking runt. you're fucking lounging in
daddy's fucking mansion. and all your fucking stupid names, blair and tatus that's fucking lame. z.a.c. does not spell zack,
what the fuck is with all that?
you think you're so fucking impressive, if you get your name on a fucking guest list, raise your nose to the people in
line, give the doorman a fucking high five.
and they go: do my shoes match my shirt? does the shirt clash with my pants? do my pants match my eyes? do my eyes look
good tonight? will this place be cool enough? your hair looks oh so tough. this looks so good for us. tonight my moneys
gunna buy me love.
and fuck all of your deceiving what your fake heart fake fucking bleeding. and all the girls you lay on your mat, are the
same girls you fucking laugh at. and fuck your fucking fake ass world, and all your handed out fucking thrills. some of us
we have to work hard, just to get our little part. and maybe your clan is not in boston, but my friends are fucking awesome.
and we'll keep on doing our best, even though our lives are a mess.
and we go: will this check support this tour? will this tour lose my job? without my job, where's the rent? should we all
just call it quits? a dinner date sure costs a lot. when 28 bucks is all you got. and your life is at a stop. and all your
dreams are all self-taught.
And this is the difference between our lives. no wonder tonight you feel alright. and i'm sorry if my mind is occupied, i'm
trying to forget to wonder why.

You better get ready for the war
It's so frustratin, so many hatin
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin, there's no escapin
You better get ready for the war
A shotgun fanatic, who right back at it
You get, mopped and dropped like a filthy habit
X, snatch and grab it, got you hopin I fail
Cause if I fail you'd be happy like a faggot in jail
I'm full retail, guaranteed to sell
In my jet black McClaren with my mademoiselle
I'm strong-arm steady, you fragile and frail
You think you ready for them steady niggaz? I can't tell
Sex sells so fuck you all, we came to bubble and ball
You getting shutd own soon as I touch down
Bust rounds, enemies slayed and cut down
Fully automatic spittin rounds with no sound
Break down your whole regime, like an M-16
Make sure the chamber in the barrel is clean
And the spring that's connected to the firin pin
That's connected to the trigger when I squeeze it again, begin
Look ma top of the world, the best of the best
King California, L-A-X
Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects
One man, one gun, how the West was won - sing!
Hit like a heavyweight, breathe deep, meditate
Make the whole crowd get loud, make 'em levitate
I ride through my city like a presidential candidate
L-A-X, Phantom double-R, and accelerate
Stack build elevate, crash through the prison gate
Generation hate, appetite to eliminate
X-Man don't spit rhymes, I ventilate
Traffic contraband, yeah banned through the interstate
Got a sick flow - didn't know? Let me demonstrate
Renovate the game, new nigga that you love to hate
The left hand lands and the right hand devastates
Half part of your face replaced with a metal plate
Irate, get snatched to a better place
Let the detached decorate with the yellow tape
Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake
In Brazil with a half mill' in the briefcase

"Oh... Cali?
"No doubt"
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby" -
West West y'all, pile it on your plate
A little somethin' somethin' from the Golden State
Nah, we ain't like Kobe and Shaq
It's Magic and Kareem nigga, Showtime is back
True legends, two steppin' on you peasants
What y'all thought, y'all gon' need bout two vests'
Cause we he plug, I plug
Mixed shot with the slug, listen here cuh
when I dig dug - play slick and get stuck
But don't play tough boy, go and get it up
Hey yo Cube, tell me this
Why half of the homies gettin' worked by a bitch?
Then they fall in love and get hurt by a bitch
Nine months later cause got mirked by a bitch
See I'm just a nigga that ya don't wanna
Reverse the game on her, put the bitch on a corner
Welcome to California
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
(Welcome to Cali)
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
(Welcome to Cali)
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
(Welcome to Cali)
Come hit the town, drop down nigga
L-A-X, top down nigga
I'm scoopin' you up, ya rollin' or what?
I know what ya came for, I'm rollin' it up
Snoop Dogg nigga, y'all hold up
Never thought Ice Cube would show up
But I'm in the studio gettin' fucked up
with a beat from Battlecat, a nigga lucked up
I got my hustle down, look and learn
See how a hot nigga, cook and burn
A nigga earn like David Stern
mixed with Big Worm when he off that sherm
Now - bust a u-turn, come by your hood
For motherfuckers that think I went Hollywood
Pick a Coast, it got to be the West
I live out there, from the W.S. nigga
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
"LAX"
(Welcome to Cali)
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
"LAX"
(Welcome to Cali)
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
"LAX"
(Welcome to Cali)
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
Fell asleep on the plane, and so did he
Woke up chillin' in the LBC
I grew up in the HNC
But that ain't what I turned out to be
Understand me that I'm still a G
who ain't never spent a day in the penitentiary
Now I'm rappin' with Snoop D-O double-G
And got the whole fuckin' world nigga lovin' me
Yep yep, they love him to death
Cause he walk under water, without gettin' wet
Roll through the neighborhood without gettin' checked
So gone and so blown, are we there yet?
You wonder why I got the S on my chest
cause I'm a motherfuckin' vet from the Wild Wild West
I used to sing "Bennie and the Jets"
Nigga so boss now I sip Henny on my jets
From the East back to the West
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
(Welcome to Cali)
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
(Welcome to Cali)
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"

LAX in a runway motel
We just got off the phone
You didn't seem very well
At 5 years old I had no place to go
But you took me in
And you gave me a home
The planes fly
overhead
While I smoke
Too many cigarettes in bed
It rained last night 'bout a quarter to 2
I was lyin' awake
Just thinkin' 'bout you
A summer wind blowin' in off the sea
Full of childhood smells
And aquamarine

i found some teeth in the street, whatever that means.
smell the flesh in the air. however i care.
plans and bodies.
new terror, loose graves.
change the code to discreet.
forever that means trace events of the day beyond
mind's means.
trained in body.
non territory non days.
face the road to deceit together stain scenes.
erase back drop of concrete unsustained dreams.
holy/unholy.
win terror lose grace.
untrained eye on the street lost and eye on the street.
war drums drumming.
nude terror new days.
i'll take the blame and not the blood.
i'll learn the shame and not the faces.
turn our bodies into objects.
just meat to fill the plans.
life everlasting, or eternal relationships, or whatever
that means and no answers.
get over, get over, get over.
count the numbers not the names.
weigh the corpse but not the faces.
turn our bodies into objects.
just the blood out in the rain.
numbers and the names.
all our blood and all our faces.
left the shit out in the rain.
turned abject hatred into love.
life everlasting, or eternal relationships, or whatever
that means and infinite get over, get over, get over.
the war drums drum.
to find the teeth in the street, what does that mean?
untrained eyes on the street ever after.