Raimo's Price (2010)

Actors

• Angelo Angrisani (actor)
• P.J. Bracco (actor)
• Robin Brecker (actor)
• Ethan Cadoff (actor)
• Tom Christinger (actor)
• Allan S. Gitlin (actor)
• Karl Guenther (actor)
• Walter Lemiska (actor)
• Patrick T. McGowan (actor)
• John Mensah (actor)
• John Mensah (actor)
• Lisa Marie Blake (actress)
• Mary Bonczek (actress)
• Araba Essien (actress)
• Heather Genievich (actress)

Genres

• Comedy
• Short

Taglines:

Starting Over Never Cost So Much.

Nobody Needs to Know (2003)

Actors

• Bryce Arlidge (actor)
• Airon Armstrong (actor)
• Jaime Aymerich (actor)
• The Black Dice (actor)
• Matt Boren (actor)
• Alex Burns (actor)
• Joshua Elrod (actor)
• Paul Forgus (actor)
• Davide Gentile (actor)
• Azazel Jacobs (actor)
• Kerry Johnson (actor)
• Chris Karmiol (actor)
• Mathew Lenski (actor)
• Kether Parker (actor)
• Terry Anderson (actor)

Genres

• Drama

Quotes:

Lamont: Ya know, some words sound like what they mean, like 'broke'. Broke sounds like something that's not working. And when you're broke, usually you're not working.

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Painting - Atmosphere
• Painting - Blindside
• Painting - Coldrain
• Painting - Virulence

[Slug - Verse 1]
Ain't no colour paint gonna cover the stains
The pictures on the wall will all remain
And even though he's home now, sound and safe
Surrounded by the faces that he place his faith
The images visit from the past he witnessed
Can't stay away from the memories
Sticks with each detail, embedded in stone
Like he chiseled stoves convictions into his bones
The progress stops and pauses, spits and sputters
Like the basement faucet
And it's obvious he's lost in his regrets
You can smell it on his breath
[Slug - Verse 2]
Ain't no colour paint gonna cover the stains
But now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain
Tuck it away, no complaints
Just laying on his back, on hisbackyard under the rain
Take tomorrow but doesn't no how though
For every swallow there's another to follow
He weaves his way throughout the story
Looking for a new missing piece or a door key
Spirits used to be for celebration
But now they just take him away from the hell that's waiting
Re-up until it's three sheets up
And pick a place for the skeletons to meet up
[Slug - Verse 3]
Ain't no colour paint gonna cover the stains
But if the oxygen escapes it'll smother the flames
No introduction doesn't speak his own name
Gonna beat them demons at they own game
The sunset rides to the end slow
Same song echoing outside of the window
You can't grow if the skin don't fit you
Sometimes you gotta get low just to get through
No inspiration left to do your best when
Nobody hates you more than you're reflection
Suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain
He's got two hands and a bucket of paint

The world you painted was new
The colors were so alive
Took a lie and made it true
A final touch and then right into the painting you dive
It's ok if you break
You'll see colors again
This is more than you can take
You'll see colors again
It's your life that's at stake
You'll see colors again
Don't you think it's my time, anytime soon
Whenever did it all happen
That one color after another seems to fade
Now the sky is carved with a coalpen
It's all gray despite the effort you made
How do you like your god now
Now that he is you
Does he feel dead somehow
And where does that leave you
It's ok if you break
You'll see colors again
This is more than you can take
You'll see colors again
It's your life that's at stake
You'll see colors again

Some say we're wasting our time
But if you ask me (We're just getting started)
We're just getting started
It's not what we have now
It's whatever we will find (It's just the beginning)
It's just the beginning
Every breath we take
Everything we taste
We all grasp to add some color on our canvass
When some day we die
We will stay in...
Someone's memory forever as a masterpiece
Some have forgot about color
But I'll tell them (Fuck black & white)
Fuck black & white
It's not what we are now It's how we will be remembered
Now & forever
We've got to move on

crisis
observers feel
for one victim
from two parties guilty
with cold repose
with inward hate
some defend both
some abstain
try to pretend
the monster's intent
to silence with violence
and retch not from scent
genuine glee
thrill of teenage mischief
grown men swarm
to rip at the hetacomb
for one hundred lost
is three the cost?
milled to brown mire
quenched their ire
with film and sound
paint this scene
which exploits your
culture's private memes
to taste a glimpse
of passions clandestine
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