The Firefly and the Bride (2012)

Actors

• Lou Martini Jr. (actor)
• John Miller (actor)
• Kevin Brown (actor)
• Martin Shakar (actor)
• Naama Kates (actress)
• Jason Fuchs (actor)
• Sativa Verte (actress)
• Chuck Facas (director)
• Susan Highsmith (actress)
• Kara Jackson (actress)
• Chuck Facas (producer)
• Chuck Facas (writer)
• Todd Fletcher (actor)
• Christopher Hardwick (actor)
• Matthew Schmidt (actor)

Genres

• Comedy

Taglines:

Are you all-in?

Fort Utah (1967)

Actors

• Harry Lauter (actor)
• Don 'Red' Barry (actor)
• Richard Arlen (actor)
• John Ireland (actor)
• Lesley Selander (director)
• Jim Davis (actor)
• James Craig (actor)
• Virginia Mayo (actress)
• Scott Brady (actor)
• Jimmie Haskell (composer)
• Steve Fisher (writer)
• Steve Fisher (writer)
• Marvin Weldon (miscellaneous crew)
• A.C. Lyles (producer)
• Read Morgan (actor)

Genres

• Western

Taglines:

He vowed to kill no more .. until the ambush at Fort Utah !

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Shirt - Bill Anderson
• Shirt - Norma Jean
• Shirt - Jawbreaker
• Shirt - Bonzo Dog Band
• Shirt - Peter Mulvey

Last night I was prepparing to go to a party
And on the rack with my suits I found the shirt that I'd worn
When I held her in my arms for the very last time
The shirt that I vowed I'd never wear again
As I took it from the rack all my dreams came racin' back
The faint perfume of sweet love filled the night
I could see her face again she kissed my lips as then
And I almost felt my arms around her tight
A shirt that even the Gods must envy
For its arms once encircled the dream that only heavens could bring
Against this shirt once beat that wonderful heart in the whole wide world
And forever each thread shall remind me of her
I rolled down I turned up sleeve and scaresly could believe
For I found a strand of her soft golden hair
I slowly took it down like a star from an angel's crown
I closed my eyes and softly said a prayer
Then I walked to the window sill my eyes began to fill
I thought I heard the soft wind call her name
And the shirt across my arm grew strangely soft and warm
As if I'd reached and held it to a flame
And there I stood hearin' only the beat of my own aching heart
Lost in the dreams of what might have been

Last night I was goin' to the closet and on the rack with my dresses
I found the shirt he'd worn when he held me in his arms for the very last time
The shirt I knew that he'd never wear again
As I took it from the rack all my dreams came racin' back
The faint perfume of sweet love filled the night
I could see his face again he kissed my lips as then
And I almost felt his arms around me tight
A shirt that even the Gods must envy
For its arms once encircled the dream that only heaven can bring
Inside this shirt had beaten the most wonderful heart in the whole wide world
And forever each thread shall remind me of him
I turned down a rolled up sleeve and I scaresly could believe
When I looked and saw a strand of my own hair
It was clinging like a vine to the shirt he left behind
As if to let him know that I still care
I walked to the window sill and my eyes began to fill
And I thought I heard the soft wind call his name
And the shirt across my arm grew strangely soft and warm
As if I'd reached and held it to a flame
And there I stood hearing only the beat of my own aching heart
Lost in the dreams that might have been
And the shirt seemed as sorrowful as I and just as empty body and soul

You're in my house. You're in my clothes. No one knows. You're in my head like a dumb song. It just goes. You're on my face, you're on my lips. And it shows. I should be happy and I am. I want you close to me. You're like a simile, like, totally. You're like a metaphor for something else. You're like the ocean floor, vast and cool. You're like a swimming pool. But not as blue, and I fell in. So take my hand, swim around. Kiss me hard, until I drown. I wanna be your shirt. I can hug you while you work. I wanna be your wife. You can beat me every night. Our new life. A book to write. Every page is blank. I am sick. Sick of this. Every page is blank. I wanna be your shrink. I'll get paid to watch you think.

Hello, well that was the sound of Roger?s Wah Wah Rabbits
You heard them eating endive there
That?s very cheap at this time of the year
But now here in Willesden Green, yes, brr, it?s a bit chilly
But no matter, because here comes a gentleman
And we?re going to talk to him about shirts
Excuse me, sir
Would you mind talking to us about shirts?
Do what? About shirts, shirts? Yes
Cause I?ve got plenty at home, good grief
And here comes a lady with an enchanting little kangaroo
And I?m going to ask her something about shirts
No, I?m not because she?s given me a rather a vulgar sign
Would you excuse me, would you mind, we?re talking about shirts?
Huh? About shirts, shirts? Yes, the problem of shirts
The kind of, um, you know, are they necessary? Shirts
Where it is, where it is, yes, where is shirts?
I don?t know, you don?t know
Um, oh dear, there?s a gentleman marching down here with
A very determined stride, he looks a little cautious, he?s hopping
Excuse me, sir, would you mind talking to me for a moment at all?
Uh, uh, what do you mean, guv?nor? What do you want to know?
Well, we?re talking about shirts, about are they still necessary?
Do you think? I mean, do you think they should
They stop making shirts? Oh, no, not at all, a man?s not Dr
Not dressed unless he?s got a nice shirt on, governor, is he?
Not really, I suppose, what about the lengths of the shirt?
Because the old ones used to be very long
Well, I?m more for the short shirt, the old types old-fashioned, mate
Gotta be a bit modern these days, governor, ain?t yer? Yes
Well, you?re certain with it, anyway?
Well, you?ve got to be with it, of course. It?s, uh
Yes, right, okay, well, thank you very much
See you, right, ho, bye, bye, bye, bye
Well, I think we?re going to have to leave it there
And I?m going to take you right away straight over
To the Earls Court Olympia to watch the shirt event
I?ll repeat that, the shirt event, I?ll repeat that
The shirt event, I?ll repeat that, the shirt event
I?ll repeat that, the shirt event
Good morning, could I have
This shirt cleaned express, please?
Yes, that?ll be three weeks, dearie, three weeks?
But the sign outside says 59-minute cleaners
Yes, that?s just the name of the shop, luv
We take three weeks to do a shirt
Just the name of the shop?
Yes, that?s if there?s an R in the month
Otherwise it?s four weeks
Your name does begin with a P, doesn?t it?
Well, no, actually, of course it?s, uh
Well, that?ll be five weeks, then, five weeks? Blimey
Shirt, shirt, shirt, shakin? the shirt
Shirt, shirt, shirt, shakin? the shirt
Well, they?re shakin? my shirt all over the place
But it?s been thrown right back in my face
Shirt, shirt, shirt, shakin? the shirt
New horizons in sound now as Roger
Plays a solo on the electric shirt collar
Shirt, shirt, shirt, shakin? the shirt

light a fire
burn up all you know
you've had
so much time just to
let things go
now you're
burning letters out
in the snow
in your backyard
years go rolling
you're thirty three
It's time
for the cross
or the bodhi tree
but you'd
like to cry when you
skin your knee
man's it's hard
and it's the same old friends on new years eve
the same snow falls on the same old leaves
and there's the same old joy and the same old hurt
same old corduroy shirt
old storm windows,
the broke-tail squirrel
and the
grocery lists and the
skateboard girls
and your
rusty brain cells give you a twirl
Oh no
kitchen radio,
coffee's on
oh you'd
like a month just to lean up on
but this
open road wants to
get you gone
off you go
and it's the same old jar of car keys by the door
the same old scuffed up floor
the same old thirst for more until the put you in the
dirt
It's the same old nights alone
the same old "Baby when you coming home?"
to feel the same old joy, oh the same old hurt
same old corduroy shirt