Plot
Crash Kids - trust no one Mike Camber is a good kid who lives with his uncle in Germany. But things go very bad for him when his buddy Werner offers to take him for a ride in his new car... which is stolen. Werner crashes the car and flees, leaving Mike behind, trapped in the car. Mike is arrested by the police and sent to a juvenile detention center. While imprisoned, Mike meets Miu, a beautiful young woman being held for crimes she won't talk about. Together, they inadvertently discover that the warden is running a drug ring out of the detention center...and now the warden wants them dead because of what they know. Mike and Miu escape, only to learn that the local police, and even Mike's buddy Werner, are involved with drug ring. On the run, with no where to go, Mike turns to the only person he feels he can trust, a mysterious stranger he hardly knows: his father.
Keywords: female-nudity, number-in-title
Plot
In 1797, William Wilberforce, the great crusader for the British abolition of slavery, is taking a vacation for his health even while he is sicker at heart for his frustrated cause. However, meeting the charming Barbara Spooner, Wilberforce finds a soulmate to share the story of his struggle. With few allies such as his mentor, John Newton, a slave ship captain turned repentant priest who penned the great hymn, "Amazing Grace," Prime William Pitt, and Olaudah Equiano, the erudite former slave turned author, Wilberforce fruitlessly fights both public indifference and moneyed opposition determined to keep their exploitation safe. Nevertheless, Wilberforce finds the inspiration in newfound love to rejuvenate the fight with new ideas that would lead to a great victory for social justice.
Keywords: 1780s, 1790s, 1800s, 18th-century, 19th-century, abolition, abolitionist, activism, african, amazing-grace-hymn
Behind the song you love is a story you will never forget.
Every song has its story. Every generation has its hero.
One voice changed the lives of millions
The incredible true story of one man's fight to change the world.
You know the song, now be part of the story.
One man led a movement that changed the world.
John Newton: Although my memory's fading, I remember two things very clearly. I'm a great sinner and Christ is a great Savior.
William Wilberforce: No matter how loud you shout, you will not drown out the voice of the people!::Lord Tarleton: People?
William Wilberforce: I want you to remember that smell... remember the Madagascar... remember, God made men equal.
John Newton: [reciting his song] "I once was blind but now I see". Didn't I write that?::William Wilberforce: Yes, you did.::John Newton: Now at last it's true.
Pitt the Younger: As your Prime Minister, I urge you caution::William Wilberforce: And as my friend?::Pitt the Younger: To hell with caution.
Barbara Wilberforce: It seems to me, that if there is a bad taste in your mouth, you spit it out. You don't constantly swallow it back.
Barbara Wilberforce: You still have passion! That matters more!
William Wilberforce: [Fox walks in unexpectedly] Dear God.::Lord Charles Fox: Well, almost. I spent eighteen months being torn apart in the House by you Mr. Wilberforce. I thought I'd find out what it feels like on your side. Any of you saints drink?::Thomas Clarkson: Well, this one bloody does!
Thomas Clarkson: [to the baby in his arms] "Strange treasures in this fair world appear, strange all, and new to me." That is a poem by Thomas Traherne and I have absolutely no idea what it's about. But, when I was small I was made to learn it by heart so I don't see why you shouldn't suffer too.::William Wilberforce: [calling] Clarkson! Clarkson!::Thomas Clarkson: Good God, he's got his voice back.
Richard the Butler: When I was 15 I almost run away with the circus. They said I could have been an acrobat.
Camber may refer to a variety of curvatures and angles:
Camber may also refer to:
A low-life or lowlife is a term for a person who is considered morally unacceptable by their community, especially those who exploit others for their own selfish purposes. Examples of people who are often called "lowlifes" are the dregs of society: drug dealers, drug users, alcoholics, those with bad hygiene, thieves, liars, thugs, hustlers, con artists, griefers, pimps and spammers.
Often, the term is used as an indication of disapproval of antisocial or destructive behaviors, usually bearing a connotation of contempt and derision. This usage of the word dates to 1911.
sometimes i watch you when you sleep. watch your eyes
move while you dream. you look so far away. your pretty
mask burns up inside to hold monsters at bay. this city
tears your soul away. you wonder if it's worth the stay.
i've been feeling that way. our glimpse behind the brick
facade reveals despair, decay. this beautiful charade. we
were the last to know it. leaders of the parade. we were
the last to know. i know exactly what you'll say even
before you speak. and i know just what you are. but i
can't see the gathering storm that changes sun to gray.
this beautiful charade. i was the last to know it. leader
of the parade. you were the last to know. you always know
Phase one you went away.
promised in love we'd stay.
and that we wouldn't stray.
three months ago with hope abound.
Phase two you made the call.
soaked through in alcohol not what you wanted at all.
all broken up and broken down.
now that you're gone don't have much to say.
were we all wrong to think that we could win the day.
shaky then strong.
even as we walk away our minds are changing.
Phase three we're on again.
when you couldn't find a friend dance
with it now and then.
might be the one you'd like around.
Phase four you say goodbye.
can't say we didn't try.
left here to wonder why shattered on the floor like
broken glass.
now that you're gone.
don't know why i stay.
I should have known that our skies could turn.
from sun to gray.
don't feel too strong.
even as we talk away.
do the right thing.
we've scratched until it bled.
choose the right thing.
let's give it half a chance.
the world is open.
circumvent our circumstances.
the door is open.
give it half a chance.
choose the right one.
to this thing we're wed.
let's do the right thing.
before our dream is dead.
the door is open.
to adolescent romances.
the door is open.
give it half a chance.
do the right thing.
we scratched until it bled.
let's choose the right thing.
before our dream is dead.
the door is open.
to adolescent romances.
the door is open.
we fall in love. happy as clams. play out our roles.
bleed until there's nothing left. we fall in love. happy
as mud. play out our parts. tear each other down with no
regrets. question our sanity each time we say that there
is nothing wrong with us. question our needs every time
that we stay. don't understand what's wrong with us. we
fall in love. happy as bugs. play out our hands. feed
until there's nothing left. we fall in love. happy as
shit. play out our games. wear each other down with no
takes me down underneath its weight. it is my master. i
will drown underneath its sea it spells disaster.
underneath its sea all's lost and found. until it's
swallowed whole what's yours no way to ever know how much
this can weigh. hollowed-out and broken. feeling i have
lost control. and everything is gray. my dark cloud
hovers overhead. constant companion. wrapped in dark
shroud. lie alone in bed bottomless canyon. lie alone in
bed all's lost and found. until it's swallowed whole
what's yours no way to ever know how much this can weigh.
hollowed-out and broken. feeling i have lost control.
i am so tired of this conscious sleep. lethargic, low and
uninspired. sinking ever deep. wallow in wet cement. i'm
mired. crush me underneath it all. pull me from the
bathed warm in sepia tone
filtered through time, still not half grown
framed memories of summertime
endless and safe, still skin and bone
years before the nest was flown
airbrushed, sublime, truth still unknown
before the first curve was thrown
it calls you to come back home
sentiment now long since gone
life in its prime eats up its own
what once was a stepping-stone enthralls you
you can't go home
come back home
i'm guilty. i've got closets full of bones i try to hide.
really try. i know what you don't know can't hurt you.
but i'm burning up inside. unburdened. so clean. come
clean. that clean. i warn you that all this stuff locked
up in here could explode out. then you're on fire. so
hungry for that decompression. confession will provide.
unburdened. so clean. come clean. that clean. i know all
I'm on my way, today.
Boxed up and retreated to my dismay.
I don't like this room.
Stench of smoke, stale booze perfume.
Cut at the knees, again.
Packed in, defeated and shedding skin.
I am exposed and been stored and secreted to my chagrin.
There's nothing in this room.
No myths left here to exhume.
What you deserve when you assume you're safe up on the
tightrope.
if faith is blind.
then what does vision find.
and where will it lead me to this time.
stop or start.
can i bear to one day buy.
sight unseen.
when i fall.
you let me slip away.
farther.
when i fall.
you're all i see.
with insides dead.
defeated by thoughts in my head.
and what will be my choice this time.
head or heart.
will it wear my sunday brown and green.
where to place the blame.
my own self.
where to hang the blame.
remember that night. secrets said. you doubted you'd
always want me there. remember that time. fears were fed.
i chased you up to the street. one of our lows. how could
I make you feel that way. but the road will rise for us.
the sun will shine for us. like glue it's stuck to us.
remember that place. shields were shed. i wish we could
close our eyes and be there. remember that day. we looked
dead. we said all there was to say. heaven knows. how did
we live another day. but the road will rise for us. the
sun will shine for us. like glue we're stuck to us.
remember that night. curled in bed. we said all there was
be mindful what you toss way. be careful what you push
away. think hard before walking away. are you sleeping
real tight. safe and warm. in your own little world
tonight. will you burn with the last song you hear. be
cautious when you fire away. be wary what you piss away.
think twice before fading away. are you sleeping real
tight. safe and warm. in your own little world tonight.
will you burn with the last song you hear. are you
sleeping allright. safe and warm. in your sweet little
world tonight. will you learn it's the last song you
fear. last song you hear. last song you hear. last song
you hear Wait our goal: the corporeal. with brains that
ache. this exercise has found no answers. will you wait
for me. we search for something real. a thousand times we
close our eyes. to what comes after. wait. so afraid of
what comes after. we take what we can steal. our bodies
ache. we temporize. exhaust the language. but you'll wait
to see. we fail to close the deal. a thousand crimes. we
my best of friends. this is so familiar. we try to
pretend. nothing's wrong. this crutch that we both lean
on. tell me that it's fine and dandy. but she said
improbable. we're stop and go. we're high and low. and
moving slow. just say you'll keep running back to me.
improbable she said. my funny friend. this feels so
peculiar. the worst ground to defend. we're standing on.
these word games you play on me. our language failed us
both completely. then you said impossible. it's what we
know. it's to and fro. and moving slow. just say you'll
keep hanging in with me. improbable she said. my closest
friend. looking like the weight of the world. is on your
shoulders in my room. where you suffer. there's no upside
now. i know you suffer. there's no upside now. i know you
suffer. there's no upside. but there's still something
left for me. but there's something left for me. i know
there's something left for me. i know there's something.
like faded photos. home movies in your head. their theme
of self-defeating. with insides peeling. a spineless mass
without a shell. to have always known this feeling well.
the more you want it. the more you slip away. this theme
of quick retreating. with insides screaming. through
sleepless nights an endless hell. to have always known
this feeling. still so self-aware. while you fight for
some light through the gloom. the boy is still there.
alone on his bed in his room. just laugh at yourself.
with thoughts this would somehow be. so damn easy. to
have been down there. and remained sane. to choke for
some air. and drown in rain. to have always been down