Champion for Hire (2009)

Actors

• Chris Dorman (actor)
• Patrick Hogan (actor)
• Ron McGill (actor)
• Joshua Morrison (actor)
• Tenaya Cleveland (actress)
• Tinkerbell The Dog (actress)
• Cameran Hebb (actress)
• Sarah Luna (actress)
• Lizza Monet Morales (actress)
• Lauren Powell (actress)
• Nakia Secrest (actress)
• Sarah Archer (writer)
• Patrick Haas (writer)
• Rayna McClendon (writer)
• Ron McGill (writer)

Genres

• Sci-Fi
• Short

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Onomatopoeia - Todd Rundgren
• Onomatopoeia - John Prine
• Onomatopoeia - Spock's Beard
• Onomatopoeia - Flobots
• Onomatopoeia - Sleepytime Trio

Onomatopoeia every time I see ya
My senses tell me hubba
And I just can't disagree
I get a feeling in my heart that I can't describe
It's sort of lub, dub, lub, dub
A sound in my head that I can't describe
It's sort of zoom, zip, hiccup, drip
Ding, dong, crunch, crack, bark, meow, whinnie, quack
Onomatopoeia in proximity ya
Rearrange my brain in a strange cacophony
I get a feeling somewhere that I can't describe
It's sort of uh, uh, uh, uh
A sound in my head that I can't describe
It's sort of whack, whir, wheeze, whine
Sputter, splat, squirt, scrape
Clink, clank, clunk, clatter
Crash, bang, beep, buzz
Ring, rip, roar, retch
Twang, toot, tinkle, thud
Pop, plop, plunk, pow
Snort, snuk, sniff, smack
Screech, splash, squish, squeek
Jingle, rattle, squeel, boing

Forty-five minutes
Forty-five cents
Sixty-five agents sitting on a fence
Singing, hey brother
Look what we got for you
We're gonna rope off an area
And put on a show
From the Canadian border
Down to Mexico
It might be the most
Potentially gross
Thing that we could possibly do
Yeah, little buddy gonna get your chance
Make them pubescents all wet their pants
We'll record it live
And that's no jive.
Hold it! Stop it! No! No! No! No!
Bang! went the pistol.
Crash! went the window.
Ouch! went the son of a gun.
Onomatopoeia
I don't wanna see ya
Speaking in a foreign tongue.
Knock! Knock! Hello!
Can I come in?
Gee, that was a wonderful show!
Oh, you haven't gone on yet?
Well, how was I supposed to know?
Hey! We got a great date
It's really downtown
We're gonna get the Grand Canyon
To do the sound
It's a boxing ring
But it might be the thing
To really put you in the dough
Listen little brother, don't ya get us wrong
Why we even know the words to your song
Just say I do
And we'll lay it on you
You! You! And me! Me! Me!
Bang! went the pistol
Crash! Went the window
Ouch! Went the son of a gun
Onomatopoeia
I don't want to see ya
Speaking in a foreign tongue.

(Alan Morse, Nick D'Virgilio & John Boegehold)
The clicking wires
The ticking clocks
They're in my brain
In my brain
In my brain
Like a wave of shocks
Bang goes the world
The bright sun cracks
There's a train
There's a train
There's a train
And I'm frozen to the tracks
ONOMATOPOEIA
ONOMATOPOEIA
That's enough
The hissing fire
The rumbling sky
They're out of place
Out of place
Out of place
And I can't remember why
Crash down around me
Emotions flow
Up through the floor
Through the floor
Through the floor
No matter where I go
ONOMATOPOEIA
ONOMATOPOEIA
ONOMATOPOEIA
ONOMATOPOEIA
That's the buzz
Feeling fragile as a cobweb
Sinking faster than a stone
Beneath the weight of every word
A chill that burns me to the bone
Until the fever breaks
And I'm back in from the cold
I'll hear whispers in my heart
And feel the distance in my soul
ONOMATOPOEIA
ONOMATOPOEIA
ONOMATOPOEIA
ONOMATOPOEIA

East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia.
The beast seems to reach where they've got a walletful of wealth,
so COINTELPRO police goin' to hell
"NO JUSTICE NO PEACE" is the onomatopoeia.
East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia.
The beast seems to reach where they've got a walletful of wealth,
so COINTELPRO police goin' to hell
"NO JUSTICE NO PEACE" is the onomatopoeia.
East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia.
The beast seems to reach where they've got a walletful of wealth,
so COINTELPRO police goin' to hell
"NO JUSTICE NO PEACE" is the onomatopoeia.
Well, anyway, somehow hip hop's no fun now.
It's all been done now. So I stall my puns, wow.
But then I recall my one vow is to bust this bubble of injustice, subtly.
What'll we muddle up if we bum rush this plush system?
UmÉgood if we crush this one.
But maybe puddle's of blood'll be the rebuttle.
I stood in the huddle, but would I risk lung trouble?
Could I lift guns that'll take life?
'Cause there isn't a stunt double or a fake knife.
So should I just run cuddle up with a great wife
and make life-erotically perpetuating paradise
on the late night, melodically.
U.S. invading places like we got a key to every door.
The people never see the war when we plan to slaughter smaller villages,
killing woman to man to daughter.
All of us'd really feel ill if we knew who we hand a lot of dollars to,
so my soliloquy is bananas-- like Guatamala.
Hands Off Asaata!
While ya'll feast in the belly of the hairy beast,
somebody better free Mumia, at the very least, release Leonard Peltier.
Try to keep the peace by yourself.
Where can you police the police?
East Timorese health care fees increased.
I wonder how it felt there
when bombs scorched the nation
with Tomohawk contracts from Textron
(checks for the next welfare mom corporation).
East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia.
The beast seems to reach where they've got a walletful of wealth,
so COINTELPRO police goin' to hell
"NO JUSTICE NO PEACE" is the onomatopoeia.
East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia.
The beast seems to reach where they've got a walletful of wealth,
so COINTELPRO police goin' to hell
"NO JUSTICE NO PEACE" is the onomatopoeia.
D.A.R.E. Drugs Are Really Expensive.
Drug Availability Reflects Extensive Dependence.
And Real Educated Descendants are Able to Respect
Even Deadbeat's Amendments.
Racist Enforcement Deployed Aggressively.
RED-blooded Americans React Excessively,
Directly Attacking Recreation,
Eventually Destroying A Relatively Elementary Drive to Alter Reality,
Essentially Dimension Advancement;
Radical Enhancement.
Dangers Are Real--Especially Drinking Alcohol, Right?
Except it's Distinctly All Right: Elite-Declared Appropriate;
Rationalized, Enjoyable.
Dope and Ritalin Employable Dose After Red-Eyed Dose.
Aboriginal Religions Each Denote A Reincarnation, Exploration,
Done Again Re-experience Elation.
Drug Abuser Reincarceration Efforts Don't Allow for Rehabilitation.
Effect: Does Anybody Really Expect Dealers Are Responsible Exclusively?
Deep-seated Apathy Reflects Existing Dissatisfaction: Another Reclusive.
D. A. Readily Eradicates.
Dramatic Ad's Ridiculously Exaggerate.
Drugs Aren't Restricted Evenly.
End the War on Drugs immediately
East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia.
The beast seems to reach where they've got a walletful of wealth,
so COINTELPRO police goin' to hell
"NO JUSTICE NO PEACE" is the onomatopoeia.
East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia.
The beast seems to reach where they've got a walletful of wealth,
so COINTELPRO police goin' to hell
"NO JUSTICE NO PEACE" is the onomatopoeia.
No Justice, No Peace" is one tough phrase in an unjust world,
living unjust days.
Must gray guns delay stuff from bloomin'?
What's the way you can trust to stay human?
Cracks in the street,
a crease in the sky and it might spell doom
but at least I try to keep gloom from whom ever
'til the whole things boomin', zoomin' on in on my blue piece of pie.
I have it and eat it too.
I need it to inspire me to watch,
stay seated through the whole fractal,
stay on track 'til the end,
treat moments like eternity,
learnin' that time bends.
Find tens of tendencies in friends and plenty of these blend with trends
I see in many of my enemies.
"By any means necessary" that's convincing.
If you want a house you break the wood fence but believin' in God
doesn't make good sense so I listen to the words of a madman,
"--If it's wrong why don't you arrest us?
--Why don't you get out in front of the camera and go on?
--It's not a matter of being in front of the county,
it's a matter of facing your judge, and facing your Sheriff.
We're willing to be beaten for democracy!"
When he turned the other cheek never seen such fiest.
Can't wait for peace, he's a fool for Christ,
lookin back through the last two millenniums of symbols and signs,
and life's not fair but they're kind.
"No justice, no peace" is too gradual.
My natural sound's got to be more
radical: 10, 000 pacifists-- top rank is a lunatic starin' down a tank.
East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia.
The beast seems to reach where they've got a walletful of wealth,
so COINTELPRO police goin' to hell
"NO JUSTICE NO PEACE" is the onomatopoeia.
East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia.
The beast seems to reach where they've got a walletful of wealth,
so COINTELPRO police goin' to hell

One one then two two
Was too many react so close
Go to sleep Ms. Nightingale
To see me
Ensures the closeness
Touched with luck
Whispers in my ear
Lip improv resistance
So so shallow shake it off
Red water one holler
Run to wait in line in line
Walk down the stairs
To hold you back
Catch this my shoulder
Walk down the stairs
To hold you back
Catch this my falling for you
Walk down reline in time