Hell Swarm (2000)

Actors

• Tim Matheson (director)
• Tim Matheson (actor)
• Joe Grisaffi (actor)
• Don Davis (composer)
• James Faulkner (actor)
• Luci Christian (actress)
• J.D. Evermore (actor)
• Marco Perella (actor)
• Brady Coleman (actor)
• Pam Fuller (miscellaneous crew)
• Travis Ammons (actor)
• J.D. Hawkins (actor)
• Kathryn Morris (actress)
• Craig Busch (miscellaneous crew)
• Jackson Burns (actor)

Genres

• Action
• Sci-Fi
• Thriller

Taglines:

They look like us. They act like us. And they want us dead.

Alma (1985)

Actors

• Trond Brænne (actor)
• Bjørn Jenseg (actor)
• Svein Tindberg (actor)
• Minken Fosheim (actress)
• Erik Øksnes (actor)
• Kalle Øby (actor)
• Åse Vikene (director)
• Astri Jacobsen (actress)
• Stein Grønli (actor)
• Jannik Bonnevie (actress)
• Oskar Braaten (writer)
• Knut Ørvig (actor)
• Gunnar Enekjær (actor)
• Erik Lie (actor)
• Irene Thomsen Lie (actress)

Genres

• Drama

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Albion - Babyshambles
• Albion - Libertines
• Albion - Vox Humana
• Albion - Peter Doherty

Down in Albion
They're black and blue
But we don't talk about that
Are you from 'round here?
How do you do?
I'd like to talk about that
Talk over
Gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in bus stops
And the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn
Gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in dole queues
And the pale thin girl behind the checkout
If you're looking for a cheap sort
Set in false anticipation
Ill be waiting in the photo booth
At the underground station
Now come away, won't you come away
We can go to
Deptford, Digbeth, Tuebrook
Anywhere in Albion
Yellowing classics
And canons at dawn
coffee wallows and pith helmets
and an English sun
New bought classics
And canons at dawn
Terrible warlords, good warlords
and an English song
But if you're looking for a cheap sort
Glint with perspiration
There's a four-mile queue
Outside the disused power station
Ah come away, won't you come away
We're going to...
Watford, Enfields
Anywhere oh
If you're looking for a cheap tart
Glint with perspiration
Theres a five mile queue
Outside the dissused power station
Oh come away, won't you come away
We're going to...

Down in albion
They're black and blue
But we don't talk about that
Are you from round here?
How do you do?
I'd like to talk about that
Talk over
Gin in teacups and
Leaves on the lawn
Violence in bus stops
And the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn
Gin in teacups and
Leaves on the lawn
Violence in dole queue
And the pale thin girl behind the checkout
But if you're looking for a cheap sort
Glint with perspiration
There's a four-mile queue outside the disused power station
Now come away, wont you come away
We'll go to deptford, digby, tuebrook, anywhere
In albion
Yellowing classics and
Canons at dawn
Coffee wallows and pith helmets
And oh an english sun
But if you're looking for a cheap sort
That's in false anticipation
It'll be waiting in the photo booth at the railway station
Ah come away, wont you come away
We'll go to watford, london fields, anywhere
But if you're looking for a cheap sort
That's in false anticipation
It'll be waiting in the photo booth at the underground station
Ah come away, wont you come away

We're dropped to fall
We need our father's call,
And we can't understand
Reality is close at hand
We leave the path of mankind
Still diff'ring roads we could not find.
Chorus:
We are too old to fly
We are all sold to die.
All good things may pass
All we've got: these shades of past,
As we fly on broken wings
Into a fight we could not win
Until we break the ruling rings
But still there are the elder sins.
Yes this is our world of lies
Discovering colours with dead eyes.
We're lost in time, forgot to pray
Dividing various joys of grey.
The crown of albion can't wait
And still we live in eighty-eight.
Chorus
And we trust the darkest side
We just stand in the lonely night,
One only star beyond the tale
With fading light our substance fails.
But we raise new heartlands high
Still we cross the sea and sky.
Chorus
T: Dorian
M: Kryshan
©Vox Humana 1997.
Alle Rechte vorbehalten.

Down in Albion
They’re black and blue
But we don’t talk about that
Are you from 'round here?
How do you do?
I’d like to talk about that
Talk over
Gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence at bus stops
And a pale thin girl with eyes forlorn
Gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in dole queues
And the pale thin girl behind the checkout
If you're looking for a cheap sort
Set in false anticipation,
I'll be waiting in the photo booth
At the underground station
So come away, wont you come away
We’ll go to
Anywhere in Albion
Yellowing classics
And canons at dawn
Coffee wallahs and pith helmets
And an English song
Oh reebok classics
And canons at dawn
Coffee wallahs and pith helmets
and an English song
But if you're looking for a cheap tart
All glint with perspiration
There's a four mile queue
Outside the disused power station
So come away, won't you come away
We'll go to
Anywhere in Albion
If you're looking for a cheap sort
Don't glint with perspiration
I'll be waiting in the photo booth
At the underground station
So come away, wont you come away