Page, Will Filmography

• When Flirting Didn't Pay (1916)
• Sandy's Suspicion (1916)
• The Course of True Love (1916)
• The Gentle Art of Fishing (1916)
• A String of Pearls (1916)
• Sandy at Home (1916)
• Sandy's Suspicion (1916)
• Some Detectives (1916)
• The Course of True Love (1916)
• The Gentle Art of Fishing (1916)
• The Lady Slavey (1916)
• Truth and Justice (1916)
• When Flirting Didn't Pay (1916)
• A String of Pearls (1916)
• Sandy at Home (1916)
• Sandy's Suspicion (1916)
• The Course of True Love (1916)
• The Gentle Art of Fishing (1916)
• When Flirting Didn't Pay (1916)
• A String of Pearls (1916)
• Sandy at Home (1916)
• Cowboy Clem (1915)
• Poor Clem (1915)
• The Knut and the Kernel (1915)
• The Barnstormers (1915)

Page Filmography

• Rock Star (2004)
• Hair Burners (2000)

Page, Don Filmography

• A Brief History of Time (1991)
• A Brief History of Time (1991)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Pages - Willie Nelson
• Pages - America
• Pages - Assemblage 23
• Pages - 3 Doors Down
• Pages - God Forbid
• Pages - Shed Seven
• Pages - There For Tomorrow
• Pages - Leeland
• Pages - Bering Strait
• Pages - City In The Sea
• Pages - Berman

Last evening, I turned by the pages of time.
And tore out the chapters when you were mine.
I attempted to cut out the memories of you.
And paste in some new ones, far better an' true.
True.
I searched through the chapters, referring to hearts,
for the one with the caption: "Till death do us part."
I ripped at each letter an' I tore at each word.
I screamed at your memory an' nobody heard.
Nobody heard.
But your memory's determined, and chances are few,
Of my ever finding a replacement for you.
It depserately clings to the floor of my mind,

In this bookcase full of stories
You find some of them are true
Tales of love and glory
Many lives of daring-do
There is mystery and adventure
They lie waiting there for you
So step inside and find the other you
Take the high road tomorrow
But the low road today
Reading other's sorrow
Might just be the only way
The father hears confession
While the mother's feeling blue
These characters do what you want them to
In these pages we consume
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
And through the ages words are born
Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn
There's glamour and dementia
A message from the tomb
Staircase to the heavens
And secrets in the room
When you are riding on that dark horse
To the one that got away
There's no regrets and no dues left to pay
'Cause in these pages we consume
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
And through the ages words are born
Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn
Drifting down the river of the make believe
We laugh and grieve
Hoping for an ending of our own design
Where all is fine
In these pages we consume
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
And through the ages words are born
Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn
In these pages we consume
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom

I read your mind
But it wasn't a very interesting read
The plot was contrived
And the characters were too consumed by need
Page by page
Enduring each predictable turn
The paper dissolves beneath my fingers
And the syllables burn
The fairy tale you sell is a lie
But I read the truth behind your eyes
These words just don't ring true
And tell me all I need to know about you
Edit and revise
Until your conscience was cleared
I tried to read the words that were true
But the ink had smeared
Distorted prose
Penetrating layer by layer
Scrawled down for all the world to see
As if anyone would care
The fairy tale you sell is a lie
But I read the truth behind your eyes
These words just don't ring true
And tell me all I need to know about you
I read your mind
Suffered through every last detail
I watched you try to make sense of your life
And I watched you fail
The fairy tale you sell is a lie
But I read the truth behind your eyes
These words just don't ring true

What happens to a man when
He spills his heart on a page and
He watches words flow away then
His feelings lie on the page alone
There waiting
For someone who cares to read them
To open their eyes to see them
To see if they can make his thoughts their own
To find out that maybe your life's not perfect
Maybe it's not worth what he gives away
You can see that this broken soul is bleeding
So you can see your feelings inside yourself
And wander through my heart
Letting you see through me
Now only consumes me
Forget your pain, watch me fall apart
What happens to a soul when
It's trapped inside his emotions
And all of these words he's spoken
They bind him to the life he's left behind
And every new step he takes
He knows that he might not make it
To all of these dreams that he has yet to find
Maybe your life's not perfect
But maybe it's not worth what he gives away
You can see that this broken soul is bleeding
So you can see your feelings inside yourself
And wander through my heart
Letting you see through me
Now only consumes me
Forget your pain and watch me fall apart
You can see that this broken soul is bleeding
So you can see your feelings inside yourself
And wander through my heart
Letting you see through me
Now only consumes me
Forget your pain and watch me fall apart
As i fall apart

The night returns...they'll be no mystery
As the pages keep folding in time
To all those, to all those non-believers
Our path is lit for devastation
We will conquer deciders
The element of misguided authority
The night returns...they'll be no mystery
As the pages keep folding in time
The page is folding
A new day, a new day is upon us
Enlightenment
We will not submit to interrogation
Invasion of our privacy, no longer taken
We don't belong. We will not stand down
We can't let this go. We will not be forsaken
The night returns..they'll be no mystery
As the pages keep folding in time
The page is folding
As the pages keep folding us by
We don't belong. We can't let this go
We will not be forsaken. We will not be forsaken
The night returns..they'll be no mystery
As the pages keep folding in time
The night returns...they'll be no mystery
As the pages keep folding in time

Sometimes when your hands are tied
There ain't no room for you to hide
While there's a river runs right through
And there's a flood on the way.
Don't let me sink into the sand
Didn't ever think you'd understand
Instead, try walking just one mile in my shoes.
Between the pages of my mind
Along with things I left behind, I find you
Thought I could leave it all behind
But you're still taking up my time.
And the wall of memories make it hard to reminisce
I still find you, next to the things I left behind
Between the pages of my mind.
Sometimes it's hard to let you know
It's even harder to let go
Just as I get used to cold, the season changed.
Give me the baton and I'll run
Give me the strength to carry on
Yeah, and try walking just one mile in my shoes.
Between the pages of my mind
Along with things I left behind, I find you
Thought I could leave it all behind
But you're still taking up my time.
And the wall of memories make it hard to reminisce
I still find you (I find you)
Next to the things I left behind
Between the pages of my mind.
Between the pages of my mind
Along with things I left behind, I find you
Thought I could leave it all behind
But you're still taking up my time.
And the wall of memories make it hard to reminisce
I still find you (I find you)
Next to the things I left behind
Between the pages of my mind.
(Spoken)
Between the pages of my mind
Along with things I left behind, I find you
I thought I could leave it all behind

The turns you had to take still keep you awake
Down come the walls, the walls where you once stood
From constant changes you have made
You'll keep inside 'til you have a say
We change as we get older
We're not to stay
The days we walked are over
Now we just drive away from everything I know
You're counting days on the back of your hands
You turn the pages 'til you have no more plans
The only time you had to think of all the things involved
Came when you were least expecting
And now it's up to us to replace it
To tell us when ages have made a difference
'Cause changes tell just who we are
We change as we get older
We're not to stay
The days we walked are over
Now we just drive away from everything I know
You're counting days on the back of your hands
You turn the pages
Now we're just miles away from all that we could be
You're counting days on the back of your hands
We turn the pages
Remember the days you've counted won't be forgotten
I hope you won't leave yourself out
When we turn the pages, pages, pages
When we turn the pages, pages, pages
Now we just drive away from everything I know
You're counting days on the back of your hands
We turn the pages
Now we're just miles away from all that we could be
You're counting days on the back of your hands

When I stand before God's throne
Nothing hidden, nothing unknown
Dead to my body, my old life He took
Got a hold in His hands my days in a book
When I kneel down that day
Looking upon His holy face
I remember with trembling
Every single moment, every memory
Who was I and where was I going?
What kind of fruit were my actions growing?
Staring at the pages
He'll be staring at the pages of my life
Was my passion just to know Him?
Did I really live it out and show Him?
Staring at the pages
He'll be staring at the pages of my life
This house I'm building every day
Silver and gold, straw and the hay
Tried by fire will I stand
When the flame gets higher or will I burn away?
Who was I and where was I going?
What kind of fruit were my actions growing?
Staring at the pages
He'll be staring at the pages of my life
Was my passion just to know Him?
Did I really live it out and show Him?
Staring at the pages
He'll be staring at the pages
In Your presence I belong and without You I am lost
Come and change me from the inside
In my weakness You are strong by the power of the cross
Come and change me from the inside
Who am I and where am I going?
What kind of fruit are my actions growing?
Staring at the pages
You are staring at the pages of my life
Is my passion just to know You?
Am I living this life to show You?
Staring at the pages
You are staring at the pages of my life
Staring at the pages

Yesterday's wars stack up like old papers on the floor
Pounding like old knocks upon my door
Breaking like the ocean, washing through my hands
Changing this old mountain into sand
You know me by the stories I have made
You know me by looking out through boxes and cages
And it's hard to clearly see what's right in ordinary light
Does the truth filter down through the ages
We cannot see the end so here we must begin
Tell me, what will we write on these pages?
Life's open road, showing only what it wants to show
Callin' when it's time for us to go
Driven by emotion, pushing from the past
Runnin' till our spirit's free at least
You know me by the stories I have made
You know me by looking out through boxes and cages
And it's hard to clearly see what's right in ordinary light
Does the truth filter down through the ages
We cannot see the end so here we must begin
Tell me, what will we write on these pages?
Down through history we race across
Borders into empty space we write
A chapter of fable, a line, a trace
Another heart may follow
You know me by the stories I have made
You know me by looking out through boxes and cages
And it's hard to clearly see what's right in ordinary light
Does the truth filter down through the ages
We cannot see the end so here we must begin
Tell me, what will we write on these pages?
We cannot see the end, so here we must begin

This is a page of the story that we're left to write upon. It's become our choice if we should tear out the one's that don't belong.
It seems like we're afraid to even begin, but I won't let this story go unread.
It seems like we're afraid to even begin, but I won't let this story go unread. So lets show the world what we can become if we take what we've seen and turn this all around.
So lets show the world what we can become if we take what we've seen.
But they thicken the plot for everyone to see that we feed off the lies, the hatred, and the greed. That we feed off the lies, the hatred, and the greed.
I never even thought of this happening. That we feed off lies, hatred, and greed.
But it's become an unfortunate reality, that we must live and die with because we can't justify the reasons... why we refuse to change ourselves, why we refuse to change ourselves.
This is a page of the story that we're left to write upon. It's become our choice if we should tear out the one's that don't belong.
Lets show the world what we can become if we take what we've seen.
So lets show the world what we can become if we take what we've seen.
So lets show the world what we can become if we take what we've seen.
So lets show the world what we can become if we take what we've seen.

Yesterday's wars stack up like old papers on the floor
Pounding like old knocks upon my door
Breaking like the ocean, washing through my hands
Changing this old mountain into sand
You know me by the stories I have made
You know me by looking out through boxes and cages
And it's hard to clearly see what's right in ordinary light
Does the truth filter down through the ages
We cannot see the end so here we must begin
Tell me, what will we write on these pages?
Life's open road, showing only what it wants to show
Callin' when it's time for us to go
Driven by emotion, pushing from the past
Runnin' till our spirit's free at least
You know me by the stories I have made
You know me by looking out through boxes and cages
And it's hard to clearly see what's right in ordinary light
Does the truth filter down through the ages
We cannot see the end so here we must begin
Tell me, what will we write on these pages?
Down through history we race across
Borders into empty space we write
A chapter of fable, a line, a trace
Another heart may follow
You know me by the stories I have made
You know me by looking out through boxes and cages
And it's hard to clearly see what's right in ordinary light
Does the truth filter down through the ages
We cannot see the end so here we must begin
Tell me, what will we write on these pages?
We cannot see the end, so here we must begin