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One man must become what no one thought he could.
Actors Drew Glick (actor), Drew Glick (producer), Drew Glick (writer), Drew Glick (editor), Nicole Trychon (actress), Shelly Whittle (actor), Connor Marsico (director), Joe Munafo (actor), A.J. Paratore (actor), Becca G.T. (actress), Susan Heiss (actress), Ashleigh Taylor (actress),
Ingrid Weinhard: You perverted worm!
Harry's Mother: There's been hunters gone in there, never been seen again.
Maria Marcolini: There's nothing wrong with you, Vern. You just need a friend
Vern: You've got nice things! I like nice things!
Actors Jan-Michael Vincent (actor), Dan Haggerty (actor), Debbie Rochon (actress), Kimi Webber (miscellaneous crew), Lindsay Bourne (writer), Richard Goudreau (producer), Penny Rogers (miscellaneous crew), Boon Collins (director), Boon Collins (writer), Boon Collins (producer), Rick Martin (editor), Lawrence King-Phillips (actor), David Gil (producer), James Leard (actor), Kenneth Kantymir (producer),
Her morning jog became a terrifying run for her life!
When she went for her morning jog she didn't realize she'd be running for her life!
Actors Stephen E. Miller (actor), Dan Haggerty (actor), Rob Morton (actor), Lindsay Bourne (writer), Bruce Lange (editor), Michel Rubini (composer), Kathleen Gilbert (miscellaneous crew), Boon Collins (director), Boon Collins (writer), Boon Collins (writer), Roberta Weiss (actress), William Nunn (actor), Lawrence King-Phillips (actor), Alex Massis (producer), Jim Brown (actor),
The Immortal Classic - Filmed in Ireland and Spain
Based on the novel by Anna Sewell
Actors James Hill (writer), Ricardo Palacios (actor), Artur Brauner (writer), Artur Brauner (producer), Cris Huerta (actor), José Canalejas (actor), Harry Alan Towers (producer), Luis Induni (actor), José Nieto (actor), Walter Slezak (actor), Daniel Martín (actor), Fernando Bilbao (actor), Uschi Glas (actress), Pablo G. del Amo (editor), James Hill (director),
Actors John E. Blakeley (producer), John E. Blakeley (writer), John E. Blakeley (director), David Keir (actor), Percival Mackey (actor), Aubrey Mallalieu (actor), Gordon McLeod (actor), Hay Petrie (actor), Joss Ambler (actor), G.H. Mulcaster (actor), Vladimir Sagovsky (editor), Dan Young (actor), Arthur Mertz (writer), Nat Jackley (actor), Norman Evans (actor),
Actors Edmund Breese (actor), Otis Harlan (actor), John B. Clymer (writer), Wesley Ruggles (director), Ray Curtiss (editor), Harry L. Decker (miscellaneous crew), Francis McDonald (actor), Wilfrid North (actor), Anders Randolf (actor), Mary Alden (actress), Walter Anthony (writer), Paul Schofield (writer), Mary Philbin (actress), Charles Henry Smith (writer), Fred MacKaye (actor),
Joseph Patton Evans (May 15, 1895 in Meridian, Mississippi – August 9, 1951 in Gulfport, Mississippi) was a professional baseball player who played in the Major Leagues from 1915-1925 for the Cleveland Indians, Washington Senators, and St. Louis Browns. He played several different positions, mostly as a third baseman or outfielder.
Evans made his major league debut with the Indians in 1915, playing 42 games for them. He spent most of 1916 with the minor league Portland Beavers, playing just 33 games for the Indians. 1917 was Evans' first as a regular, as he served as the Indians' primary third baseman. However, he batted just .190, and in 1918, he split time at third base with veteran Terry Turner. The following offseason, the Indians traded for third baseman Larry Gardner, pushing Evans back to the bench.
Evans played on Cleveland's 1920 World Series championship team, batting .349 in 56 games as a reserve outfielder. He appeared in four of the seven games of the Series, picking up 4 hits in 14 at bats. Evans remained with the Indians until the end of the 1922 season. He was then traded to the Senators for Frank Brower on January 8, 1923.
Firefly, first star I see tonight, light the way
Through cursed grays and wicked days
Heavier, the iron bell sounds loud and clear,
Oh and swingin’ wide the church doors welcome his messengers here
Good Reverend Phelps dancin’ in his bible belt
Oh how he shines
He lights the way
Teaches love through hate
And war from faith
And his children sing
His hypocrisy while he slams his gavel down
Oh protest parade
Smugly smiling at their world gone wrong
You firefly
Fuming rebel brigade
Sad procession feeds out into the street
Silent hero’s laid their lives down for what they believed
Only to be ambushed there by those they sacrificed for
Homemade christianity painted on picket signs they wield like swords
Tell me Mr Phelps, yeah, does your God look like you?
Does He condemn our differences they way you do?
And will He call for you when you lay your head down to sleep?
Don’t you know forgiveness is, loving your enemy?
You firefly
Oh can you tell me why
You firefly
You firefly
Can you tell me why
He’s a restless soul.
He’s made a mess of himself again.
He’s got bugs in his brain
And bourbon drippin’ off his chin
No matter what you say
There just ain’t no tellin’ him.
And he’s bound to the road though
It ain’t his only friend.
Yeah, he lives in his head
And he sleeps where he lands.
Oh, and don’t look now man,
But there he goes again.
Yeah, so it’s off to the races,
Catch him if you can.
He’s got a hundred faces and
A lightening bolt in his hand.
Yeah, he’s a live wire and a
Free-wheelin’ one man band.
He’s gonna play all night.
He’s gonna lift ‘em right off of their feet.
He’s gonna shake the ground
Until the stripes jump off the street.
Yeah, he’s a rodeo clown and
Walkin’ catastrophe.
So much larger than life
And he don’t know what he should be.
Yeah, you know friends, no matter what you
Hear, it don’t always own up to what you see.
And that boy has got his eye on the prize
And a head full of wild ideas.
Folks are always sayin’,
“Lord, that livin’ is going to do him in.”
But he don’t pay ‘em no mind,
Cause none of them can live his life but him.
No he don’t pay ‘em no mind.
Cause none of them walked a mile in his skin
Yeah, you know, no matter what you think
Everyone lives their life on the mend.
Busy bee buzz around your flower now.
And run around my hour now, come on talk to me.
Yeah, and busy bee tell me do I have the power now
To name the coward now, too proud to be free?
And ya know you can’t fight the way the wind blows you anyway
And I’m in no shape to see the truth.
And you know the path less traveled it ain’t the safest one no way.
We all gotta do what it is we gotta do.
Yeah man, lead us to the Promised Land
And make ‘em all understand we’re gonna be alright.
Yeah, but Mr. Boss man, don’t you sleep too late
‘cause the ones that you love to hate, they’re always watching you.
And ya know you can’t fight the way the wind blows you anyway
And I’m in no shape to see the truth.
And you know the path less traveled it ain’t the safest one no way.
We all gotta do what it is we gotta do.
Ohhh
Yeah, hey mangy dog look at him standing in the grass
Just out of your grasp, oh but one day.
Yeah hey mangy dog, I know you’ve been chained up too long
And we all know that you’ve been wronged
And wronged never stays down for long.
No wrong it never stays down for long (repeat 3x)
Why you gonna keep ‘em down that long?
Yeah and Mr. President, I know you think your heaven sent
To save us from the tyranny of evil men,
But who’s gonna save us from ourselves?
Yeah Mr. President, it seems to me that you’re hell bent
On taking everything that you can get,
And you just don’t know when to quit.
No you just don’t know when to quit (repeat 3x)
Newspaper blanket
And a basket case full of bones and fragmented memories.
Feels like a gambler when he tanks it,
For his loser’s share of empty promises
About who he was bound to beA
And now he’s sleeping on the street,
Underneath hopeless stars.
And he don’t know how to get back on his feet.
And the company he keeps don’t let him get too far.
It’s a hold up and no get away car.
No get away car
And it’s a foreign language, and a bottleneck rolling round on the ground.
What a sad sound it can be.
Dazed in a daydream that you can’t shake, eggshell and you’re over,
Over-easy
And so now he’s sleeping on the street,
Underneath hopeless stars.
And he don’t know how to get back on his feet.
And the company he keeps don’t let him go too far.
It’s a hold up and no get away car.
No get away car.
It’s candy cane cancer,
And a sweet tooth for the devil’s disease.
Everything adds up for a sorry excuse to act like you never had a chance
To have a life and be what you dream.
Say hello to Lonestar beer and smoke fills the air
Yeah, saturday night again and I’m alright
‘cause I ain’t at work somewhere between 6th Avenue and 21st
And high as a runaway kite.
Yeah, I’m sailin’ on the wind, no one, no help from Auntie Em.
No thank you ma’am I’m doing fine
Oh and I’ll just be on my way, oh come what may,
Every night I got nothin’ but time.
I got nothin’ but time
And I ain’t gonna stand in my way.
I got nothing but time,
Even if it’s only for one day.
I got nothing but time
But I’m gonna make it count.
‘Cause I got nothing but time
But only until my time runs out.
Yeah, oh, oh whoa ho...
Yeah, ya know just the other day it kinda came to me,
Like a name you should know but can’t say until you let it breathe awhile
That is that each and every one of us tend to get a little bit too worked
About when and where and who and what kind.
Yeah, but if you stop and think hard about who you really are
You might find yourself a little surprised.
‘Cause the gospel of it is that tomorrow you could be gone
Along with him and her and the rest of them who didn’t take a little time
To unwind.
Yeah unwind, oh whoa ho...
So the next time you honk your horn and curse the day some poor fool was
Born,
The next time you make a fist and close your eyes,
Just raise that fist up against the sky and you’ll see a molehill framed
In a mountain you made throwing the shadow down on your pride.
Yeah, your shallow little wounded side.
Oh my my...
Yeah, you got nothing but time.
Don’t let it stand in your way.
You got nothing but time,
Even if it’s only for one day.
You got nothing but time
But you better make it count.
‘Cause you got nothing but time
But only until your time runs out.
Somebody, somewhere along the lines of jealousy and jest,
Forgot on the blur of the freeway lights he could only be his best
When he forgives a plastic smile
And the small timing he detests, oh yeah...
There’s more than one way,
Yeah, there’s more than one way,
Ah, there’s more than one way
To see the world.
Somebody, somewhere along the lines of practicalities path,
Forgotten to the weight of his day that you can think your way into last
Yeah and out of first, but oh Lord, there are much worse things out there
Than that...
There is more than one way,
Yeah, there’s more than one way,
Yeah, there’s more than one way
To see the world.
Somebody, somewhere along the lines of blindfolded misery,
Forgot in the flash of of hatreds fire, that there is more of man that you
Can see.
Yeah, and what you can hear from the ignorant one
Who cannot help what he’s already seen...
There’s more than one way,
Yeah, there’s more than one way,
Yeah, there’s more than one way,
To see the world.
Somebody, somewhere along the lines of golden and glorified truth,
Forgot in the glow of his sparkling light, the complexities of his youth.
Yeah, and stumbling down from the pedestal,
As all of us eventually do, he will remember.
And this time he’ll know for sure, yeah...
Yeah there is more than one way,
There’s more than one way...
Yeah, there’s more than one way to see the world,
Yeah, there’s more than one way to see the world...
It’s a rainy day in Neverland
It’s a blanket right above the sand
And it’s marbles that play in the palm of your hand
And the lightening shadow chasing
And time’s a wasting.
In my mind I can fly,
Over the mountains, through the clouds, to the stars
And in my dreams I can see myself as a child,
Day without end, world overgrown and wild.
Yeah, in my mind I can fly.
An alarm clock buzzin’ my island away.
I’m sorry I gotta go but there is no time to stay.
Oh, but far be it from me to insight a riot of disbelief.
Yeah, the only way to dream is to close your eyes and make believe.
I can fly,
Over the mountains, through the clouds, to the stars
And I can see myself as a child,
Day without end, world overgrown and wild.
Yeah, you just have to believe.
And we all die a little every day,
Bright blue bending to the will of darker gray.
Yeah, and your glass is half empty anyway.
Oh but wait, yeah there may be another way.
Oh you can fly,
Over the mountains, through the clouds, to the stars
And you can see yourself as a child,
Day without end, world overgrown and wild.
Yeah, you just have to believe...
That you can fly
Yeah, you can fly,
Yeah, you can fly.