Run Dry (2011)

Actors

• Jason Cermak (actor)
• Marc Stephenson (producer)
• Erik Paulsson (producer)
• Kristopher Fulton (composer)
• Sarah Crauder (director)
• Laura Good (producer)
• Arianna McGregor (actress)
• Paula Giroday (actress)
• Michael Bardach (actor)
• Michael Orthner (editor)
• Ian Holliday (producer)
• Lindsay George (director)
• Meredith Hambrock (miscellaneous crew)
• Kate Laktin (actress)
• Myfanwy Meilen (actress)

Genres

• Drama
• Sci-Fi
• Short

Run Dry (2011)

Actors

• Jason Cermak (actor)
• Marc Stephenson (producer)
• Erik Paulsson (producer)
• Kristopher Fulton (composer)
• Sarah Crauder (director)
• Laura Good (producer)
• Arianna McGregor (actress)
• Paula Giroday (actress)
• Michael Bardach (actor)
• Michael Orthner (editor)
• Ian Holliday (producer)
• Lindsay George (director)
• Meredith Hambrock (miscellaneous crew)
• Kate Laktin (actress)
• Myfanwy Meilen (actress)

Genres

• Drama
• Sci-Fi
• Short

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• PSA - Nuclear Assault
• PSA - Inspectah Deck
• PSA - Corky & The Juice Pigs
• PSA - Pax 217 (Pax217)
• PSA - Pax 217

Instru

[sample:]
You are now in the special operating area of the studio...
[Inspectah Deck:]
I'm a push it to the limit like Manny and Tone
Like, somebody carry him home, deeper than Barry's tone
My young one, heir to the throne
I fuck it up, you be hearing the moans
Feeling the jones, dude do it smooth as kaluha
And you thought you was the future, you was the loser
Me, I'm a doolah schooler
This just use your manuever
I'm cool as the cooler, with the heart of a champ
So to fail's not part of the plan, I just started to dance
King of pop, moonwalking they ass
Getting dirty like water to sand, man, pump up the jam
Cause the track's Godzilla
Way beyond monster, half bar killer
Charged with crash bar, smash ya'll iller
Camouflage large, hard head, Park Hilla, ahh
[sample:]
You are now in the special operating area of the studio...
[Inspectah Deck:]
Yeah, I'm wild like Clifton Powell, grammar tight
Like Vanna White hands, how I flip the vowel
Give it up, son, lift your towel, feels like the pits
Just missed off the bat, I'm a hit you foul
Just bow when you face the great, ya'll skating on
Thin ice, or INS raise the stakes
Fuck around I'm a name your stage, Undadogz run the yard
AKA Doomsday Brigade
I say, I am not a gangsta, I am not a rapper
But nigga my response, shots flying at your Jaguar
Snitching in your song, stop lying bout your swagger
Popping shit now, hear him crying bout it after
I'm a different cloth from them, when I toss the blend
Heads spin like Porshe rims
What I talk, should of caused a trend, when I scope the lens
I got the whole world wanting in
[sample:]

Hello everyone. My name is Gary Coleman. And a lot of you remember me as that little black kid on Different Strokes. But there's another, darker side of me that a lot of you don't know about. And that's the fact that I was born without a torso. That's right! And millions of children are born without torsos every year, and the number is growing.
Imagine the horror of being taunted in the schoolyard: "Hey where d'ya keep your nipples? In your pockets?"
Imagine the horror of being carried home from rugby practise in a netbag.
Imagine the horror of being taunted at swimming lessons: 'Hey Starfish Baby! Starfish Baby!'
Yes, the pain is real. The horror is real. But the hope is also real. Please give generously to:
Torsos for Tots.
A non-profit organization that helps these trunkless youngsters reach out and not have their arm fall through their t-shirt hole. Please give generously to:
Torsos for Tots
228 Avenue of the Americas
New York, New York
Because somewhere there's a kid with nothing in his shirt but a dream.
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Hello, my name's Ernest Borgnine. And a lot of you remember me as The Incredible Flying Worm in Steve's Trip to the Oasis. But there's another, darker side of me that a lot of you don't know about. And that's the fact that I -
Did you say Ernest Borgnine?
Yes.
He's on the tape already.
Oh, alright.
Sorry- P.S.A. number two.
Hello, my name's Kate Capshaw. And a lot of you remember me as that little black kid on Different Strokes. But there's another, darker side of me that a lot of you don't know about. And that's the fact that- (laughing)- Greg's making me laugh!
Do you know, is Kate Capshaw known in other countries?
(all laugh)
Alright, let's do another one- let's go.
I should leave the room.
P.S.A- no don't- P.S.A.
Hello, my name is Earl the Incredible Squirrel. (laughing) I'm sorry--
(all laugh raucously) That's a keeper.
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Hello, my name's Clint Eastwood. And a lot of you remember me as that little black kid on Different Strokes. But there's another, darker side of me that a lot of you don't know about. And that's the fact that I have two huge columns of cheese for legs. That's right- and millions of children are born with cheddar legs every year, and the number is growing.
Imagine (hopelessly cracking up) the horror of sliding into second base and making a lovely taco melt.
Imagine the horror of being taunted in the schoolyard: "Hey, we oughta cube ya and make little things with flags stick into ya."
Imagine the horror of being held down in the schoolyard and grated.
Yes, the pain is real. The horror is real, but the hope is also real. Please give generously to:
Slice Me Off a Chunk, Huh?
A non-profit organization that helps these kids reach out and give, and take, and love, and live without being melted onto a patty of meat. Please, give generously to:
Slice Me Off a Chunk, Huh?
228 Avenue of the Americas
New York, New York

My position, occupation facin' dirt earth check my worth
While cleanin' Johnny, on the spots for some spendin' cash
So I can buy my girl some flowers at last while I fast and learn the past
Yet I'm still sacrificin nothin' in America wearin' a new pair of Nike Cortez
Eatin' anything I want in my fridge
So listen to the words that my mother says
This is the land of the free and home of the brats
Just like me, but I don't wanna be like that
You can't control even a second of your soul
Cause what you think is yours you need to let go
I know but I keep fightin' this flesh
Even though I know I put it to death
It continues to rise, like the wicked man's lies
You can't control us now
And you can't hold us down
Cause we seek the Truth
And a burden that's light
chorus: Oh yes, yes
We know, we know
The One who's in control
Oh yes, yes
We know, we know
The One who's people, people (let go)
Don't you see it's (over)
Throw your hands (in the air)
We gotta, gotta (let go)
This is a public service annoucement
Breaking microphones everywhere we go
We rock stereo (rock in stereo)
Stressing out from the day
From my bills to pay
Due in March but have to pay in May
And now its time
To determine my wants and needs
Frustration filling up in my chest
Makes my lungs bleed
Greed, cause it's all about me
How can I die to myself
When I live in hostility
You can't control even a second of your soul
Cause what you think is yours you need to let go
Did ya forget
Did ya forget that this record was not possible without the sounds of the unseen audible force that forced me to see His remedy
Our purpose is to serve and not to be served
From the moment I was born, till the day I leave earth
CHORUS
Let go, let go
It's over, over
Let go, let go
It's over, over
Well, yes yes ya'll think we think we know, we know
It all ya'll but we don't know we sure
Don't know ya'll what it means to let
Let go y'all
(It's over) Well, yes yes ya'll (it's over) think we think we know
It all ya'll (it's over) but we don't know we sure
Don't know ya'll (it's over) what it means to let
Let go y'all
It's over, it's over
People, people (let go)
Don't you see it's (over)
Throw your hands (in the air)
We gotta, gotta
Let go
Let go
Let go

My position, occupation facin' dirt earth check my worth
While cleanin' Johnny, on the spots for some spendin' cash
So I can buy my girl some flowers at last while I fast and learn the past
Yet I'm still sacrificin nothin' in America wearin' a new pair of Nike Cortez
Eatin' anything I want in my fridge
So listen to the words that my mother says
This is the land of the free and home of the brats
Just like me, but I don't wanna be like that
You can't control even a second of your soul
Cause what you think is yours you need to let go
I know but I keep fightin' this flesh
Even though I know I put it to death
It continues to rise, like the wicked man's lies
You can't control us now
And you can't hold us down
Cause we seek the Truth
And a burden that's light
Chorus: Oh yes, yes
We know, we know
The One who's in control
Oh yes, yes
We know, we know
The One who's people, people (let go)
Don't you see it's (over)
Throw your hands (in the air)
We gotta, gotta (let go)
This is a public service annoucement
Breaking microphones everywhere we go
We rock stereo (rock in stereo)
Stressing out from the day
From my bills to pay
Due in March but have to pay in May
And now it's time
To determine my wants and needs
Frustration filling up in my chest
Makes my lungs bleed
Greed, cause it's all about me
How can I die to myself
When I live in hostility
You can't control even a second of your soul
Cause what you think is yours you need to let go
Did ya forget
Did ya forget that this record was not possible without the sounds of the unseen audible force that forced me to see His remedy
Our purpose is to serve and not to be served
From the moment I was born, till the day I leave earth
CHORUS
Let go, let go
It's over, over
Let go, let go
It's over, over
Well, yes yes ya'll think we think we know, we know
It all ya'll but we don't know we sure
Don't know ya'll what it means to let
Let go y'all
(It's over) Well, yes yes ya'll (it's over) think we think we know
It all ya'll (it's over) but we don't know we sure
Don't know ya'll (it's over) what it means to let
Let go y'all
It's over, it's over
People, people (let go)
Don't you see it's (over)
Throw your hands (in the air)
We gotta, gotta
Let go
Let go