Selda (2007)

Actors

• Michael De Mesa (actor)
• Emilio Garcia (actor)
• Simon Ibarra (actor)
• Jun (actor)
• Sid Lucero (actor)
• Hector Macaso (actor)
• Ping Medina (actor)
• Raul Morit (actor)
• Allan Paule (actor)
• Bombi Plata (actor)
• Randy Punsal (actor)
• The R.P.J. Guards (actor)
• The R.P.J. Inmates (actor)
• G.J. Reyes (actor)
• Soliman Cruz (actor)

Genres

• Drama

Inmates Filmography

• Soliloquies from Women in Prison
  2009, role: actor , character name: Themselves

Inmate, The Filmography

• Shanked
  2006, role: actor , character name: The Inmate

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Inmates - Alice Cooper
• Inmates - The Good Life
• Inmates - Good Life

It's not like we did something wrong
We just burned down the church
While the choir within sang religious songs
And it's not like we thought we was right
We just played with the wheels of a passenger train
That cracked on the tracks one night
It's not like we ain't on the ball
We just talk to our shrinks
Huh they talk to their shrinks
No wonder we're up the wall
We're not stupid or dumb
We're the lunatic fringe who rusted the hinge
On Uncle Sam's daughters and sons
Good old boys and girls
Congregating waiting in another world
With roller coaster brains
Imagine playing with trains
Good old boys and girls
Congregating waiting in some other world
We're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy
Lizzy Borden took an axe and gave her mother forty whacks
And don't think we're trying to be bad
All the innocent crime seemed alright at the time
Not necessarily mad not necessarily mad
We watch every day for the bus
And the driver would say
"That's where lunatics stay"
I wonder if he's talking about us
It's not like we're vicious or gone
We just dug up the graves where your relatives lay
In old forest lawn
And it's not like we don't know the score
We're the fragile elite they dragged off the street
I guess they just couldn't take us no more
Good old boys and girls
Congregating waiting in another world
With roller coaster brains
Imagine digging up graves
Good old boys and girls
Congregating waiting in some other world
We're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy
We're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy

When you said you loved me, did you really love me or did the words just spill out like drool on my pillow. €˜Cause I was naked when you said those words, but I felt covered in your whispered worship. And as you passed out fast on my shoulder, I imagined a child waiting so sad and still for his mom to arrive. Did she leave you an orphan, in that big, brown leather chair? Said, €œ Don€™t you move a muscle, kid, I€™ll be back in twenty years,€? You were scared, you were lonely, but you must€™ve been aware; life is a series of calluses, this is just another layer. So, build€™em up, tough it out, yeah, that€™s your skin €" don€™t let anyone under there.
When you said you needed me, did you really need me or was it just someone €" oh, you€™d take anything. Am I first on that list of yours, or am I second, or third? So, who€™s that ahead of me, some harlot from Pittsburgh? Or Detroit, Santa Fe, or San Diego? I know you€™re so alone, but how much affection does one guy really need?
Did you date a lot in high school? Were you always chasing girls? Couldn€™t you find some young valentine to steal your heart for good? Were you content, or contemptible? Are your memories pleasant, or is it a string of endless flings of bitter resentment. Seems that what you want and what you need doesn€™t mean a thing, we€™re just here for the taking.
When you said you€™d hurt me, did you think you hurt me? Are you really that cocky? Oh, what a heartbreaker! Well, I€™ve got my armor €" yeah, I€™ve been through some battles before €" and I met your old girlfriend, she said, €œBaby, don€™t bother.€? She told me you told her you€™d hurt her€.funny, how familiar. So, how much of this relationship was rehearsed?
Did you act out as a child? Were you always crying wolf? Attention-starved, you tried too hard to get someone to look. Now you€™re the wolf in second-hand clothing; I€™m the sheep in a pleated skirt. It€™s an awkward form of payback, but if it works for you €" it works. It€™s that I recognize your off-white lies, still, I lie beside you €" and that€™s what really hurts.
When you said you€™d leave me€well, why haven€™t you left me? What are we still doing here, so desperate for company? There€™s a greyhound on Jackson Street, there€™s an airport in Council Bluffs€hell, there€™s a car in the driveway €" fifty ways to get lost.
But as I hold you and listen to you sleeping, I€™m starting to wonder if you really believe that you€™d ever really leave. Would you leave me, and orphan, in that big, brown leather chair? The one you€™ve lugged around from town to town for all these years. It€™s the trophy of your childhood, like a shark€™s tooth or gator skin boots €" but this one holds you prisoner €" it holds me prisoner too. What we need to set us free is to let go of each other €" let go of everything.
When I said I loved you, it was because I loved you. When I said I needed you, well, I really need you. Yeah, I guess you hurt me, for once you€™re a man of your words. Well, guess what €" I€™m leaving €" I can€™t be your prisoner.
I won€™t.

When you said you loved me, did you really love me?
Or did the words just spill out
like drool on my pillow.
'Cause I was naked
when you said those words,
but I felt covered in your whispered worship.
And as you passed out fast on my shoulder,
I imagined a child
waiting so sad and still for his mom to arrive.
Did she leave you an orphan,
in that big, brown leather chair?
Said, "Don't you move a muscle, kid,
I'll be back in twenty years,"
You were scared, you were lonely,
but you must've been aware;
life is a series of calluses,
this is just another layer.
So, build'em up, tough it out,
yeah, that's your skin;
don't let anyone under there.
When you said you needed me,
did you really need me?
Or was I just someone?
oh, you'd take anything.
Am I first on that list of yours,
or am I second, or third?
So, who's that ahead of me,
some harlot from Pittsburgh?
Or Detroit, Santa Fe, or San Diego?
I know you're so alone,
but how much affection does one guy really need?
Did you date a lot in high school?
Were you always chasing girls?
Couldn't you find some young valentine
to steal your heart for good?
Were you content, or contemptible?
Are your memories pleasant,
or is it a string of endless flings of bitter resentment.
Seems that what you want and what you need
doesn't mean a thing, we're just here for the taking.
When you said you'd hurt me,
did you think you hurt me?
Are you really that cocky?
Oh, what a heartbreaker!
Well, I've got my armor
yeah, I've been through some battles before.
And I met your old girlfriend,
she said, "Baby, don't bother."
She told me you told her you'd hurt her
Funny, how familiar.
So, how much of this relationship was rehearsed?
Did you act out as a child?
Were you always crying wolf?
Attention-starved, you tried too hard
to get someone to look.
Now you're the wolf in second-hand clothing.
I'm the sheep in a pleated skirt.
It's an awkward form of payback,
but if it works for you, it works.
It's that I recognize your off-white lies,
still, I lie beside you
and that's what really hurts.
When you said you'd leave me
well, why haven't you left me?
What are we still doing here,
so desperate for company?
There's a greyhound on Jackson Street,
there's an airport in Council Bluffs.
Hell, there's a car in the driveway.
Fifty ways to get lost.
But as I hold you and listen to you sleeping,
I'm starting to wonder if you really believe
that you'd ever really leave.
Would you leave me, and orphan,
in that big, brown leather chair?
The one you've lugged around from town to town for all these years.
It's the trophy of your childhood,
like a shark's tooth or gator skin boots
but this one holds you prisoner
it holds me prisoner too.
What we need to set us free
is to let go of each other - let go of everything.
When I said I loved you,
it was because I loved you.
When I said I needed you,
well, I really need you.
Yeah, I guess you hurt me,
for once you're a man of your word.
Well, guess what
I'm leaving.
I can't be your prisoner.