When Monaliza Smiled (2012)

Actors

• George David (producer)
• Nadine Toukan (producer)
• Rawan Babia (producer)
• Nabil Koni (actor)
• Fadi Haddad (director)
• Nadira Omran (actress)
• Fadi Haddad (writer)
• Fadi Haddad (editor)
• Sharif Majali (producer)
• Suha Najjar (actress)
• Waleed Laham (miscellaneous crew)
• Haya Kattan (miscellaneous crew)
• Amin Safi (actor)
• Shady Khalaf (actor)
• Najati Al-Suloh (composer)

Genres

• Comedy
• Romance

Give Me Grace (2010)

Actors

• Khary Moye (actor)
• Jorna Tolosa-Chung (producer)
• Jorna Tolosa-Chung (writer)
• Jorna Tolosa-Chung (director)
• Jorna Tolosa-Chung (editor)
• Jessica Etheridge (actress)
• Jorna Tolosa-Chung (producer)
• Raelaine San Buenaventura (actress)
• Rinabeth Apostol (actress)
• Dana Soliman (actress)
• Tiana Salim (actor)

Genres

• Action
• Drama
• Short

Fighting Angels: Exodus (2010)

Actors

• Lem Collins (actor)
• Bill Pacer (actor)
• Marcus E. Munroe (actor)
• Ondie Daniel (actress)
• Ondie Daniel (producer)
• Walter Hendrix (actor)
• David Lee Denny Jr. (actor)
• Richard Tavernaro (actor)
• Brian Stretch (actor)
• Timothy Douglas Perez (actor)
• Christoph Vogt (actor)
• Curtis Gammage (actor)
• LaDonna Allison (actress)
• Jevocas Green (producer)
• Jevocas Green (actor)

Genres

• Action
• Fantasy

The Signs in the Snow (2009)

Actors

• Julianna Schley (writer)
• Julianna Schley (composer)
• Julianna Schley (director)
• Julianna Schley (editor)
• Julianna Schley (producer)
• Nathaniel Gibbs (actor)
• Evan Smith (actor)
• Ali Reid (actor)
• Rachel Dibella (actress)
• Dan Lucal (actor)
• Leonardo Valero (actor)
• Duncan Browne (actor)

Genres

• Animation
• Comedy
• Fantasy
• Short

Aftermath (2009)

Actors

• John Tench (actor)
• Dave Cote (actor)
• Kwesi Ameyaw (actor)
• Calum Worthy (actor)
• Gavin Wilding (producer)
• Laurent Piche (miscellaneous crew)
• Laurent Piche (producer)
• Stellina Rusich (producer)
• Matthew MacCaull (actor)
• Irene Karas (actress)
• Isabelle Landry (actress)
• Rikki Gagne (actress)
• James Clayton (actor)
• Rachel Roberts (actress)
• Brian Casilio (miscellaneous crew)

Genres

• Action
• Drama
• Horror

Taglines:

Welcome to the end.
The world ended on a Tuesday.

Dienst op Golgotha (1961)

Actors

• John Leddy (actor)
• Jan Retèl (actor)
• Hans Tiemeyer (actor)
• Sigrid Koetse (actress)
• Wim de Meyer (actor)
• Lou Steenbergen (actor)
• Johan Schmitz (actor)
• Frans Kokshoorn (actor)
• Jan Vreeken (actor)
• Luc van Gent (director)
• Louis Bongers (actor)
• Bep Dekker (actress)
• Nel Kars (actress)
• Joke van den Berg (actress)
• Marie Hamel (actress)

Genres

• Drama

Snap Judgment (1917)

Actors

• William Russell (actor)
• William Russell (actor)
• Harvey Clark (actor)
• Clarence Burton (actor)
• Edward Sloman (director)
• Francelia Billington (actress)
• Ashton Dearholt (actor)
• Bull Montana (actor)
• Charles Newton (actor)
• Perry Banks (actor)
• Adda Gleason (actress)
• Samuel S. Hutchinson (miscellaneous crew)
• Chester B. Clapp (writer)
• Ruth Everdale (actress)

Genres

• Comedy
• Western

Marah Filmography

• The Ultimate Song
  2002, role: actress , character name: Herself

Marah Filmography

• Oz
  2011, role: composer

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• East - Marah
• City of Dreams - Marah
• What 2 Bring - Marah
• Walt Whitman Bridge - Marah
• This Town - Marah
• The Hustle - Marah
• The History Of Where Someone Has Been Killed - Marah
• The Closer - Marah
• The Catfisherman - Marah
• The Apartment - Marah
• Sooner Or Later - Marah
• Round Eye Blues - Marah
• Point Breeze - Marah
• My Heart Is The Bums On The Street - Marah
• It's Only Money Tyrone - Marah
• Freedom Park - Marah
• Fat Boy - Marah
• Far Away You - Marah
• Christian St. - Marah
• Barstool Boys - Marah
• Angels On A Passing Train - Marah

This evening the pigeons turned to bars of gold
In the sun’s last light
And across the river, Camden is a guilded kingdom
on the verge of night
And so poised here at the edge of the city
I’m getting high on the sound
Of the buzz of 95
And the scent of something going down.
CHORUS:
East, baby, where the South Street floats into the sky.
Tonight east is all I need to finally start to feel defined.
And so a man standin’ out over the highway
As an autumn twilight chills his skin
At last has come to terms that where he’s from
is more then where he’s been
Now the traffic in the flashing shadows of the final glow
Are just a rush of burning chariots driven by the ancient lure of home
And with my hands tucked deep down in my pockets
I see my own breath in the light
Of the east that holds and soothes me
As I spin west into Friday night.

City of dreams
More wicked than it seems
You lead me down the alley
Where no one can hear my screams
You ride on the bus
Bumping into us
You're reaching in our pockets
And you're bleeding in our cuts
City of dreams
You don't know what it means
To only dream about it
I know
Tonight I'm on the street with no money in my coat
And I'm blamin' everybody for this ticket I got wrote
And I'll walk along the end
‘Till I wander home again
Out beneath the rumble
I go stumblin' down the Northside wind
City of dreams
You don't know what it means
To only dream about it

Bring your style and your lack of style
Bring your heart & your baby’s smile
Bring ‘em into the whistle while
We get on the train
Bring your knowledge of a revolution
Bring your talents for noise pollution
Bring your answer & a new solution
Don’t leave them in the wake
The Ms. Misery creates
And if you’re lonely
And you feel so far from home
Refrão:
I know where the sun shines at night
And we’re dancing in the light
And maybe we just don’t need no more
Baby we just don’t need no more
I know where the river winds
And your secret stars align
And maybe we just don’t need no more
Baby we just don’t need no more
Bring the magic of weighted dice
Bring your penchant for dodging wedding rice
Stars of David & shots of Christ
But you cannot be saved
Bring fanatical quotes & quotions
Magic potions & piss in the oceans
Bring your chaos & carry commotion
Through the quiet streets
Bring your charm for the Queen of the Empire
Bring your spark should it rain on the campfire
Bring your thrust for the heart of a vampire
If the sun rise late
In a simple twist of fate
And if you’re lonely

Got seven dollars to my name
Got sixteen cigarettes somehow I just ain't smoked yet
Got two shoelaces and two shoes
I should toss ‘em on the telephone wire as a monument to my blues
I'm goin' down to get a coffee
Gonna mean one less buck
Maybe six will bring me luck
Got a little shake I kept in the fridge
Gonna drink my bean and walk out smoking on the Walt Whitman Bridge
Faraway from these winter streets
On a cloudless day
Your memory
Blows away
Got a leather wallet on a chain
Got a picture of my lover's lips before they dried up under my kiss
A prayer in my heart I'm too scared to recite

I’ve been around
This town, this town
I know it up and down
I’ve got a mother in the ground
And enemies surroundin’ every corner
I remember you
Yes I do, Yes I do
You were a pistol
Pointin’ up
You been paralyzed by luck
‘Till you were out shakin’ a cup

Burn off the morning smog with heat that’s blazing from my rush
I’m paying dearly for this flash of light I have become
I can’t just hold my breath and stop a pulse I’m not controlling
So I hit the pavement as the hustle breaks into a run
We’re in the hustle now and there’s violence in its techno heart
Bleeding our brothers, lovers, others into faded scars
Good luck believin’ now the gears are turning down beneath us
She’ll use my blurry dawn to mine the gold underneath us
I heard a rumor that time
It’s really just a lion that barks in your mind
For no reason
Dealin’ the hustle now, it’s jivey talk is so confusing
Can’t turn the music down to silence out the rest of you
No time for real it’s goin’ to carve you up like bayonettes
Into a rollin’ dawn of modernist art loneliness
This motion in the street
This watchin’ my anger
There’s hell enough to pay
For smilin’
I’m a leave the hustle one day when I can’t do it no more good
Slip the brown bag from my bottle and fill it with my master’s gold
Come clean with luck and God inside some Port Authority urinal
Claim me a country hill and a woman with which to grow old
.City of Dreams
City of dreams
More wicked than it seems
You lead me down the alley
Where no one can hear my screams
You ride on the bus
Bumping into us
You’re reaching in our pockets
And you’re bleeding in our cuts
City of dreams
You don’t know what it means
To only dream about it
I know
Tonight I’m on the street with no money in my coat
And I’m blamin’ everybody for this ticket I got wrote
And I’ll walk along the end
‘Till I wander home again
Out beneath the rumble
I go stumblin’ down the Northside wind
City of dreams
You don’t know what it means
To only dream about it

THERE WAS A DUMPSTER IN AN ALLEY
LOOKED LIKE A BLACK BEAR IN THE ROAD
THERE WAS A STAIN OF BLOOD, A SIXERS CAP
& THE STENCH OF PISS & BEER....
THERE WAS AN OUTSKIRTS, GLOW OF LAMPLIGHT
FROM A HALF A BLOCK AWAY
AND THERE WAS THE GHOST OF GREED, THE GHOST OF FURY
AND THE GHOST OF FEAR
* * * * *
THERE WAS A CHARRED SPOT IN THE GUTTER
THAT WOULD SLICK UP IN THE RAIN
THERE WAS A HALF TIN CAN
THAT BEEN BURNED OVER THE BRAND (NAME)
TALL WINDOWS PANED IN PLYWOOD
WAREHOUSES CLOSED FOREVER
& THE EVERY NIGHT MOSQUITOES
WITH NO INTENT TO LAND
* * * * *
THERE CAME AN OLD DOG WITH A BAD LIMP
HE HAD A SLOW GAIT AND A HUNGER
THERE WERE SOME PIGEONS ON A WIRE
AND THEY WERE OPEN-EYED AND STILL
THERE WAS AN AURA TO THE WHOLE PLACE
LIKE SOMEONE ELSE WAS LURKING....
SUCH IS THE HISTORY OF WHERE SOMEONE

Beer can stumblin’ in the wind down Metropolitan
I’m all over the place
Trying to walk like nothing’s happening
Lonesome goats like me
We got more balance than cheese on an onion ring
Beer can stumblin’ down the street with clam shell eyes
Broke heart mumbling to the street down Berry Street and then
I walk a crooked line tryin’ to act like nothing’s happening
Bar-B-Q chips like me
We’re a hot spot of jelly inside your Krispy Kreme
Broke heart mumbling
Tellin’ ole God he’s a honey baked ham
Here comes a feeling
And there it goes
Everybody knows that I’m light on my toes
Them Northside Angels are the sweetest thing you’ll ever see
(Says me!)
Here comes a lady
And there she goes
Everybody knows where the wild wind blows
I put a Mississippi pickle in your Brooklyn buns for free
(That’s me!)
Beer can stumblin’ in the wind down Metropolitan
I got a frozen toe
Walking home like nothing’s happening
Country moons like me
We got more fun than a flash fried chicken wing

I got my fat, sweet mama drop me off by the river
I got a joint, 3 Millers and 12 chicken livers
I got a spot ‘neath the bridge by the expressway
Where the freaks shoot dope and
Peddle their asses their baby…
I got lantern run on ‘a battery power
I got a couple of friends comin’ by in a hour
I got a radio play blues, soul and funk
I only get one station
It’s the one I want…
I got a couple of rods; they got tape where they broke
I got a bobber, some sinkers and 2 packs of smokes
I got the sun goin’ down and the moon comin’ out
And it’s 83 degrees and I’m pissin’ in the river
(Get out!)
I got a buddy who swears he once caught a human head
I got a tackle box, smell like dead worms baby
I got a sharp-ass blade ‘case a motherfucker wanna make trouble
With a catfisherman on a pile of rubble

I’ve been known to buy an afternoon banana in a truckstop
Toss the peel in the trash as I make my way across the parking lot
You call me up sometimes
You kick in with the subtle of potassium
I want see you tonight
But I’m just too far from home
I’ve been known to buy keychains with your name in the morning in a gift shop
I buy the ones with the state’s license plates and it gives me a lift up
You cross my mind so much
I hear your voice in the pumping of gas
I want see you tonight
But I’m just too far from home
I’ve been baptized by the wind
As the sun set over Gila Bend
And I’ve stood alone in the parking lot of possibilities
I’ve been angry and sad
I spent way too much time feelin stupid and mad
Tonight I just want to come back to our apartment in the city
I’ve been known to drunk dial you from a motel bathroom with the shower on
I let the steam set the scene as my cell begins to power on
You say you miss me so much
You say my voice turns you on through the phone
You’re on my side of the bed

are free we gravitate toward the evening hours
Dirt poor we don't want no more
Down the street we kinda meet by bodega flowers
Half the time we will have a time
Don't expect much these days, buddy
Coupla beers and life is so funny
You'll be coming back sooner or later
And we'll be waiting for you
Tied hands we make our plans on a leather perch
Pretty eyes we can tell no lies, no lies
Kick start our traveled hearts in the evening hours
Fall asleep with the TV on
Don't expect much these days, honey
Coupla beers and love is so funny
You'll be coming back sooner or later

Last night I closed my eyes
And watched the tracers fly
Through the jungle trees
Like fireflies on a windy night
Pulled up and onward by the breeze
I can still hear the far off tin-canny sounds
Of their machine guns come unwound
And I was shakin’ like Little Richard
And I was sweatin’ like ol’ James Brown
Over by my window sill
The moon was still
On my cigarettes and wine
Sometimes there’s wear I pray to Jesus
Sometimes there’s where I pray to die
But I could still sense the circling danger
Of those invisible bastards of a piss-hot day
I was shakin’ with ol’ Proud Mary
I was sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Take the hits boys take the hits
Don’t smoke your bible and don’t lose your wits
Because the sky is filled with shrapnel
And your eyes are filled with tears
Hold your breath boys hold your breath
Finger your trigger and welcome death
Because the chopper’s filled with your gut-shot friends
Your hearts are filled with fear
Fables tell of men who fell
With swords dangling from their chest
The old guys down at the taproom swear
The Japs could kill you best
But late at night I could still hear the cries
Of three black guys I seen take it in the face
I think about them sweet Motown girls they left behind
And the assholes that took their place
Take the hits boys take the hits
Don’t smoke your bottle and don’t lose your wits
Because the sky is filled with shrapnel
And your eyes are filled with tears
Hold your breath boys hold your breath
Finger your trigger and welcome death
Because the chopper’s filled with your gut-shot friends

Orchestrated stars all laughin’ at the weather charts
Reflectin’ off the moon and Mars
Like they were spinnin’ in a bowl, baby
Well waitress your tips are heads or tails
And surely luck would never fail you
Hang your apron on a nail
If this work doesn’t pay
As the diners sign the air for checks
Sayin’, “Put your coat on, she’ll come over”
Wind their watches like you’d expect
They’ve got tickets for some ballet…
Thinkin’ I thought I was
Beginnin’ to see the light
I was beginnin’ to see the light
And now there ain’t no doubt about it…
(Baby all right)
TV tubes do glow in ghostly white and blue
Panning cameras, Action News, your dinner on a tray
I got the sound check blues, baby…
Up the bottom, blow the fuse
Call for whiskey, tie your shoes
Up in Point Breeze there are no trees
To shield the moonless sky, you’re seen
To walk the streets in baggy jeans and never say hello
And its half a fifty gallon drum at a
Barbecue for everyone…the old folks chat,

My heart is the bums on the street
With nothing to eat and their dirty hands cupped up
My heart is the squirrels in the park
Late Sunday evening dodging the raindrops
My heart is a barrel on fire
That blows burnin’ ashes at a telephone wire
My heart is the avenue wind rattlin’ street signs
With its delicate din…
What did I do to cause you to leave me?
Girl if you just knew what I’m goin’ through
I lost my pride, my head hands in sorrow
Every inch of the city reminds me of you…
My heart is the schoolyard so empty
Vacant of smiles and void of all joy
My heart is the ghetto at midnight
Teeming with beats and reverberate fear
My heart is the newspaper blowin’
Down the street when it’s snowin’ and no ones around
My heart is a saxophone solo from a third story window
Just before dawn
What did I do to cause you to leave me?
Girl if you just knew what I’m goin’ through
I lost my pride, my head hands in sorrow
Every inch of the city reminds me of you…
My heart is the smell of the sewer,
The taste of the lobster, the price of the wine
My heart is the rush of the traffic
The tug of the music, the scene of the crime
My heart is the crowd that keeps cheerin’
The trains by the river, the points that we score
My heart is this wondrous city
With its love and its life

Josephine cracked; her eyes black and bloodied
Screamin’ “Gimme back, back all that money Tyrone”
So he snapped her neck back and slapped his lover
Put a bullet in her brain and threw her body off the bridge
(sssshhhhh)
Well nothin’ was found ‘till the Brown River flooded
And driftin’ down, down went a lifetime of things
Stolen cars; cracked up, handguns and bodies
Given back, back to the world up above….
Even if you don’t want it
Even if you don’t want it
Even if you don’t want it
Hey baby someday it comes back
The river’s muddy guts backed up, exploded
Spillin’ out the facts…fast and a lot
Spillin’ out the facts of the city’s dirty secrets
Like a city surfacing from out of the black…
Driftin’ down, down went a lifetime of secrets
Driftin’ down, down went a lifetime of things
Stolen cars, train tracks, haz mats and bodies
Given back, back to the world up above
A bag of dead kittens,
And mufflers and engines,
An army of rats and Colt 45
Bottles and tires and shipwrecks and trashcans
A porcelain Jesus, and your old Christmas trees
(All) busted and rotten, dismembered, forgotten,
Borrowed or stolen, purchased or hot,
Brokedown and useless, rusting, disgusting
On an unwelcome comeback
Are you ready or not?
Even if you don’t want it
Even if you don’t want it
Even if you don’t want it

Broken bottles, broken glass
$5 baggies on the ground
And the evening sky rising high above
This forgotten place we found
Sirens wail back in the canyons
We fled here to escape
And I hold your hand and feel you shiver
As the winter swirls around your face
On this January Sunday
We watch the airplanes fly away
As they rise up from the airport
Above the Meadowlands Highway
See their reflections in the river
Sliding by us cool and dark
Like tiny silver fish
They ride the current wish
Away from Freedom Park
CHORUS
Someday someday
We're gonna look down
Upon this strip of cold concrete
And remember, remember, remember the sound
Of broken bottles beneath our feet
As we crash through heaven's tollbooth
In our fleeting getaway car
And pick apart this town
Until we're looking down into this Freedom Park
We share a Milky Way in quiet
As we walk out past the spot
Where there used to be a swing set
Where a little girl got shot
I know you're thinkin about your brother, Richard, too
I wish we could bring him back
As the wind toots on a liquor bottle
Inside a paper sack
"Now put your gloves on girl," you hear me say
My arm slippin around your waist
"Its cold as hell" I hear me say
As the dusk becomes this place
Then we're listenin' to a fading jet
Slip up into the dark
And without a word we turn around
And walk outta Freedom Park

Even if I de-gummed a couple of my own teeth
Made you a bracelet of my lineage bone
You would just chuckle at my thick old fashioned shape
You’d never see past all these Bo-Bo’s and cassette tapes
Even if I pinched drops from a pin-jab at my wrist
And decorate your pillowcase with my riding the bench
You would just chortle at my family’s blood
Turn away and cake yourself in the starting pitcher’s mud
Even if I pearl dived for kidneys from my hips
And hung upon your Christmas tree all my heritage stones
You would just mock my inability to piss
As you arch your lower back to the homecoming king’s kiss
Even if I filleted this accordion from my breast
And built you an Alamo from my skin
You would just moonwalk out of my green advance
Flip me the bird as a thinner boy unzips your pants
Even though I’m skinny now
I’m a fat boy, yes I know
Even as I’m riding all around the world
I’m still sad beside all the rivers where you flow

Hey, I got on the bus
Found myself a seat
More people pilin’ on
I watch the busy street
Snow was comin’ down
And more was on the ground
What’s rollin’ into town
Said I’d better get back home
I seen a rain soaked mattress
‘neath the apartment house of death
Strewn in a vacant mess
All watered-down and wet
I seen the horse cops take the beat
Makin’ horseshoes in the sleet
Outside the dollar store
I didn’t have a broken heart
I was not that lonely yet
When life played a trick on me
I’m afraid I didn’t get
Seen two lovers in the park
Felt the blood rush to my fists
They were sittin’ on a bench
Entangled in a kiss…
Which wouldn’t mean a goddamned thing
It wouldn’t be no big to do
But even from behind I could see that she was you
She was…
Faraway you – what is it you do?
Treat me so cruel, act so faraway
Sittin’ on the bus
Heard the driver signal sound
More people pilin’ on,
Other people climbin’ down
I seen a dumpster bum appeased
Dinin’ on a dumpster feast
He looked up at me,
We turned the corner headin’ east
And then we made a couple rights
My face had faded white
Stopped at a traffic light
And made a left on 17th…
Then I got off the bus
Found my apartment door
Held the keys up to the lock
And they jangled to the floor
Well I jangled down beside ‘em
And I guess I might’ve slept
‘Cause when I woke up in the mornin’
I was still out on the step.
Singin’…
Faraway you – what is it you do?

Saint Paul’s is for soul salvage
9th Street for my fennel and leek
$10 is my lottery ticket and…
I get a haircut from the Vietnamese
(So come on)
Johnny’s Market and Mario Lanza’s
Jackie Wilson…Reet Petite
I been a prisoner to a white Mr. Coffee
Down here on Christian Street
So Come on
Come on
Come on…
The sun rises on a statue of Mary
The old ladies file into commune
A fat guy in a blue Members Only
Knocks and disappears into a private backroom
The corner payphone is for bettin’ the numbers
The pizza joint is for peppers and eggs
The black boys all down in the schoolyard
Dance all crazy with the rubbery legs
So Come on
Come on
Come on…
Six AM up at the Golden Donut
In the evening they still ring the bells
Stop by the Smockey for a short amoretto
When the moon comes up a risin’ like a giant pizelle
Raise a glass a red wine or whiskey
Toast Belle Vista and my landlord too
Where’d you go Mr. Rocky Balboa?
Angelo Bruno, what has happened to you?
So Come on
Come on

Kids in Philly
Barstool Boys
I don't even hold the wheel when I'm drivin'
I don't ever look behind me in the mirror
I don't care to see a new horizon
Or to watch an old horizon disappear
I ain't never tasted wine
Or seen the inside of a bar
And I been walkin' out of line
But that ain't mattered so far
'Cause I don't even hold the wheel when I'm drivin'
And I ain't hit the breaks
Since I bought this car
It's like I never been alone for
More than a minute
And I got nothin' to cry about
When it's one wrong step got you into all this
And it's one false move and you're out...
It's a time clock
With a late block
Screamin' walk that walk
Or else you're all talk
And it's eavesdrop
And it's hard luck
Put 'er in fast
And never don't stop
Up in a weightless sky

Sunday morning sunlight
mixed with moonlight in your eyes
from last night
Coffee tastes like birthday cake
and we get older
with every sip I take
Days they come with price tags
like old Air Jordans or Gangster Gold
Your cross eyed stares meet crooked glares
as we walk down through the streets of Town
Your laughter is my Jesus,
cut down from the cross shaken but alive
Conversation lags with the days first fags,
it drags and drags and drags
Smoke levitates away from us,
like faces on a queensbound bus
Holding your hand I’m an imperfect man
with God on his side, somehow… someway….
Here we go, it’s just around the corner!
Here we go, It’s just around the corner!
Angels on a passing train…
Step into the light!
Welcome to the Doghouse
some poor, rich girls gone bashed apart
Where oxygen pops like caviar
and we get luckier with each passing car
Making love to the world with an eye for the weak,
our souls pumpin blood but a few feet apart
Baby lead me not into temptation,
I’ll see your heaven and raise you two stars!
Here we go, It’s just around the corner!
(Angels in the pouring rain)
Here we go, It’s just around the corner!
(Angels up around the bend)
Here we go, It’s just around the corner!
(Angels on a silver chain)
Here we go, It’s just around the corner!
Angels on a passing train…