Plot
Exotic dancer Virginia Wilson sees a man get shot moments after he tries to knife her in a shower, so she goes to Dr. Greenwood a psychiatrist for therapy. He falls in love with her and takes over her life, although she insists on continuing her career at the El Madhouse nightclub. The club's tough owner is none other than Gypsy Rose Lee who plays 'Gypsy' and sings an incredibly bad song ("Put the Blame on Mame") when Virginia is late one night. The traumatized Virginia is suspected of a series of murders. Each victim had purchased a contorted sculpture of a woman called the Screaming Mimi, which was created by her step-brother Charlie who was also responsible for shooting her attacker. It's up to a handsome columnist Bill Sweeny to figure it all out.
Keywords: ambulance, apartment, attack, backstage, based-on-novel, brother, dance, dancer, dancing, dog
Suspense around every curve!
The strip-tease murder case!
Bill Sweeney: How tall are you, Yolanda?::Virginia Wilson aka Yolanda Lange: With heels or without?::Bill Sweeney: With anyone. Me, for instance.
Plot
Mr. Brown refuses to allow tap dancer Bill Green to audition for his vaudeville show, "Brown's Black Orchids." Green knows that Brown has a weakness for crap games and challenges him. Green and Brown keep rolling the dice until the only thing Brown has left to offer is his show. After one last roll of the dice, the show is renamed "Green's Black Orchids", with Green as a featured performer. Other black singers and dancers also perform.
Keywords: all-black-cast, broadway-brevity, craps, dance-number, dice, musical-number, musical-revue, rehearsal, stage-performance, tap-dancing
Bill Green or Billy Green may refer to:
Al Hirt (November 7, 1922 – April 27, 1999) was an American trumpeter and bandleader. He is best remembered for his million selling recordings of "Java" and the accompanying album Honey in the Horn (1963), and for the theme song to The Green Hornet. His nicknames included 'Jumbo' and 'The Round Mound of Sound'. Al was a member of The Louisiana Music Hall of Fame.
Alois Maxwell Hirt was born in New Orleans, Louisiana, the son of a police officer. At the age of six, he was given his first trumpet, which had been purchased at a local pawnshop. He would play in the Junior Police Band with the children of Alcide Nunez, and by the age of 16, Hirt was playing professionally, often with his friend Pete Fountain. During this time, he was hired to play at the local horse racing track, beginning a six-decade connection to the sport.
In 1940, Hirt went to Cincinnati, Ohio to study at the Cincinnati Conservatory of Music with Dr. Frank Simon (a former soloist with the John Philip Sousa Orchestra). After a stint as a bugler in the United States Army during World War II, Hirt performed with various Swing big bands, including those of Tommy Dorsey, Jimmy Dorsey, Benny Goodman, and Ina Ray Hutton.
William Braunstein, better known as Ill Bill, is a Jewish American Rapper and record producer from Brooklyn, New York. Having gained notoriety in the underground hip hop group Non Phixion, Ill Bill is known for his hardcore lyrics and as the producer, founder and CEO of Uncle Howie Records. His brother Ron is also a rapper and producer, known as Necro.
Ill Bill was the main voice behind the now disbanded Non Phixion, and is currently involved with La Coka Nostra, along with Slaine, Danny Boy and DJ Lethal of House of Pain & Limp Bizkit fame. In 2004 he released his debut solo album What's Wrong with Bill? and has since released various solo mixtapes and collaborations in anticipation for his second solo record and the upcoming La Coka Nostra album.
On September 16, 2008, he released his second album on Uncle Howie Records, entitled The Hour of Reprisal. The album includes appearances from Necro, Tech N9ne, B-Real of Cypress Hill, Everlast, Bad Brains, Max Cavalera of Soulfly, Vinnie Paz of Jedi Mind Tricks, Howard Jones of Killswitch Engage, Immortal Technique and Raekwon of Wu-Tang Clan. It also features production by DJ Muggs, T-Ray, DJ Lethal, Necro, DJ Premier and Ill Bill himself.
The betrayal the human horses
Secret the love april the ingenuity
Paranoid the whales the sun gray
Gun and horses and whore sonata
Birdcaged the hurel sea catch
Flousseled and maiden queen
Vesain the lion the black horse whore
The horseshoes the widow the windchill
Rewed the deeping the dined
Darfur the caged horse kills
Within rolling the sea rabbits the ryder
Demurrer the bone the west and hell
After the buried the demissel
Carnivored after could kills
Kingdoms hidden and lost by time itself.
Relentlessly yawning to portray comfort.
Endless harmony to which everything cascades.
Now I see the horror, now I see.
The stench they breathe, no longer the pure.
Paralyzed to the suffering.
The fear in your eyes as you succumb.
Hoards engulfing, watch it burn.
You deserve to, deserve to suffer.
We stand so high, drowned in blood.
The call for a new way of evolution.
The features indifferent mutilate the senses.
Betrayer of our mankind what else is there?
Imprisoned and you make us pay.
For reasons unobtainable.
Angels without wings destroy our homes,
and take away what we had to begin.
For reasons unobtainable.
Who found the path?
Show me this unspoken way.
We can't shout this out.
Incinerate all known recollection.
So far from hope.
Lost in malignancy.
You say repent.
But repent from what?
You joke of a ritual.
Existences slaughtered by the tumour that is mankind.
Mother nature, the pig that it's become.
Once fragile and beautiful like the autumn sun.
We are a new version of light.
So much for welfare
A constant barrier
All plans gone wrong
Oh it's gone to shit
This is so unjust
A plethora of past mistakes
You raped us for nothing
Of what's to come
Now I've an obsession with you
My conscience lies
We're breathing
You made your choice
Dreaming were alive
Lucidity prays. Weak!
On the souls
Dreaming they're alive
This is royal blood
Spilt, drenched the streets
A predetermined nightmare
Waiting for defeat
Bare this cross and learn
That time stands still for thieves
Reflected what I used to be
Don't pass the mirror, I won't look through
I'm hatred
The shadow, the shell I've become
Force-fed and left to gag
I must put on for God one hell of a show
All the beauty, that I've ever seen, nothing compared
to this
With all the vultures around, it seemed such a waste
Remember the simple things
Because now I won't stop until everything you loved has
gone
And we have taken for granted, the things that matter
the most
Through all that's been said. Nothing has changed
This whore's gone wrong
And people crowd. I'll cut these ties
I wouldn't have worked at trying to be nice
If I knew how, this would end
And you wont be here any longer
All I hear is "she don't eat meat"
Don't wake me up, from this dream I have
Stand alone, standing in the rain
And I've never had all this
Dead girls don't say no
Don't wake me up
From this dream I have
Where I always stand here
Waiting in the rain
I'm sick and tired of being right here
Standing alone in the rain
Wake me up for the sunset; I'm dying to feel that again
It's all I have left; It's all I have left
But I'll always stand here waiting
Now tell me what you believe in.
Seeing straight through the portrait of a man.
Pale and withered.
Please make a good impression, everything is going
wrong.
Because you're just a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Holding onto every word by a thread of false hope.
Just like the spiteful tongue of god.
Everything seems too fucking easy.
Lay beside his shadow with the world carved into his
face.
The drugs, the abuse.
Your prayers were never answered.
Mispercieving won't get you out.
Walk the line of the lives you've ruined.
Lines of their throats that you have slit.
We're all watching and waiting.
Embracing it with bloodshot eyes.
But you know inside yourself the true monster you've
become.
And the horrific things that stay with you
for the rest of your life.
Aesthetically pleasing this all sounds.
You're just a has-been, not throwing in the towel.
Put on that show were so easily led to believe.
Your not who you say you are.
The truth.
Your just a has-been.
Leaves the sky bull temple
Bull the killing affairs the chance
The end of affair the deep breathing away
Killa on the sky shy violet
The appeared the alligator god
Cobwebs the dirty with smile
If was my heart in house
End Funeral the spadices house of breath
Words caged bird kills
I had figured out Neutralism
Cause the killing bone red funeral
Swallow the words that
5th Century the rose funeral
Temptation the rose emily exorcism
Diamonds the after dreams the moral
What good is a voice if you can't speak for yourself?
Swallow your tongue and choke on the words
that say and if I said farewell.
Wash away the memories.
I'd sink this fucking ship.
Suffocate me with the words that still rape me.
When will all this end?
Make my life burning sick with sorrow.
The greed it feeds it prays your life for what its
worth.
Your body, so inviting.
I'll bury it beneath the sea.
Reap what you sow, it's inevitable
The place of the wretched, it lives.
The end it breathes.
Bury it beneath the sea.
They live in sorrow because they're wrong.
Stop breathing you slut.
I'll wait for this.
I'll wait to the end of time.
Their lies are shadowed.
You're dreaming you slut, shut your eyes.
What good is a voice if you can't speak for yourself?
Swallow your tongue and choke on the words
that say and if I said farewell.
Her bowels, they break, they all die.
So graciously; proceeding.
The pigs so deceiving.
That was a lie.
Such a shamble.
This was a lie.