The True Story of Alexander the Great (2005)

Actors

• Michael Richard Plowman (composer)
• Peter Woodward (actor)
• Bridgetta Tomarchio (actress)
• Brian Bero (miscellaneous crew)
• Jim Lindsay (writer)
• Jim Lindsay (director)
• Ozman Sirgood (actor)
• Michael W. Andrews (editor)
• Steven D. Smith (producer)
• Marcelle McKay (costume designer)
• Chad Bishop (actor)
• John Fuller (editor)
• Ross Seymour (actor)
• Rhys Thomas (producer)
• Jamie Walsh (actress)

Genres

• Documentary

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Mike Morowitz, The Fantasy Fuck - Daughters
• Fur Beach - Daughters
• Flatter Is A Bunch Of Fucking Bullshit - Daughters
• The Ghost With The Most - Daughters
• Pants, Meet Shit - Daughters
• A Room Full Of Hard-Ons And Nowhere To Sit Down - Daughters
• Crotch Buffet - Daughters
• The First Supper - Daughters
• Recorded In A Pyramid - Daughters
• Daughters Spelled Wrong - Daughters
• Damn Those Bloodsuckers And Their Good Qualities - Daughters
• The Unattractive Portable Head - Daughters
• The Theatre Goer - Daughters
• The Hit - Daughters
• I Don't Give A Shit About Wood, I'm Not A Chemist - Daughters
• Fiery - Daughters
• Jones From Indiana - Daughters
• I Slept With The Daughters And All I Gotwas This Lousy Song Written About Me - Daughters
• Hyperventilationsystem - Daughters
• Feisty Snake-woman - Daughters
• Providence By Gaslight - Daughters
• Our Queens (one Is Many Many Are One) - Daughters
• Nurse, Would You Please Prep The Patient For The Sexual Doctor - Daughters
• My Stereo Has Mono And So Does My Girlfriend - Daughters
• x-ray - Daughters
• Sweet Georgia Brown - Daughters
• The Virgin - Daughters
• The Fuck Whisperer - Daughters
• The Dead Singer - Daughters
• Marry Me (lie! Lie!) - Daughters
• Hello Assholes - Daughters
• Cheers Pricks - Daughters

remember when we sold the horses their houses?
we stole a million more.
come back to where the thermostat is your best friend.
twelve hundred miles between here and there.

all those malcontent dismissing nature's process :
please slit your own throats.
someone needs to drop a giant fucking "L" on this city
and hero pressing those tiny adorable digits to the sky.

At sympathy level we become the prolonged procedure
rubbing fingers with shoulderblades

we held down miles of my own vomit
just to get my rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town.
(maybe no one hugged me enough as a child,
or maybe some one did too much)
complain to the scissors, bite the skirt sleeve.
let's see the look on your face when i make it work.
if every woman was a continent, i would be napoleon.
yeah your body's the sea for me to navigate.
i want to be the superb qualities to your three pronged fingertips.
i'll be the ashtray to love's unfiltered cigarettes,
like the k-9 nose to your crotch.
i want to watch you undress through the keyhole.
you make me cum like never before.

yeah the camouflage cross like a glistening member.
like sticky choir singing itself blue in the face.
grotesque and unflattering.
it's an empty gesture, it's on its way to the big screen,

Your face looks like the fairy tale explosion
black and blonde and red
all at the same time

When you are inside it is pure
Unadulterated
Unbelievable
You are the one I want to nail to the floor
I want our sex to smell like your death
The blood was warm 'til you hit the door and spread your arms out like Christ
Now tell me about death
Tell me about disease

Captain John Boyd crawls out forkm under a mountain of death
with the warmth of blood running down his throat.
It tells our hero he's no different than a beast.
When a man sees another man as nothing more than meat.
All that blood finds it's way into a mans dreams.
Into his needs.
It's said that eating the flesh of a man will give the other that man's strength.
One can steal the soul by looking into the eyes when the teeth sink in.
"Turn from the gates of hell only to stare into the abyss."

I wear my sickness like a wedding band
I've been touching myself all day with a hammer and nail
I'm the flat-footed-mule-faced-fucker the shit-bird-derelict-king
I drew a portrait of how I think I'd look with my hands around my own throat
If you could see me now...
I have all the makings of a despicable man
All the qualifications of your best friends
"If that girl could see me now"
Fingers like a bookmark reaching into my chest and saving that empty page
If you could see me now...
I am just a face connected to an appetite demanding self abuse

I've been called a sinner
Wrong doer
Evil doer
Worker of iniquity
Transgressor
Bad example
Scoundrel, villian, knave
Miscreant
Viper, wretch, the devil incarnate
Monster, demon
Fallen angel
Murderer and thief
Lost sheep
Black sheep, black guard
Loafer and sneak
A good for nothing
Ass fucking
Son of a bitch

break away from the regeneration process.
for if one photo is before then the other must be after.
so organize files and open windows,

"Lifeless and indifferent face on the wall, who is the fairest one this fall?"
I've spent a season with the wolves at the door. with dirty magazines, spread out, all across my floor.
Some say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree but that's just a lazy way to dismiss the seed.
This seed is looking to put on a few hundred years.
And willing to earn them through your blood and your tears.
I want you to listen to the sound of my voice and know I was created by chance not by choice. Some may call that the death of the light but I like to call it "Embracing the night"
Too many hands are held out to take. Too many hands aren't prepared to break.
Now, for antoher season with the wolves at the door, hungry and scratching and begging for more.
There is a future your eyes may not see. There is a future you may not believe.
There is a future that will be here in time. But some won't make it to sign on that line.
I've seen an endless sky of ships explode and realized some men will never make it home.
We near a time when all of us know. When we find out. Do we really reap what we sow?
It will be cold when the rain comes, to lose the tears as they fall.
I will be cold to pull a lesser man from a ledge and then and then and then...
I want to cast pff the wings of desire. I want be buried in a field of fire.

Six million jaws hit the theatre floor.
As I rest my hand in something wet and warm.
I feel you watching from the corner of your eye.
If you move closer to me. I won't mind.
Just make it last. It's your skin, your hands, your face that's coming on.

A white man, in a white suit, an a white horse rides into town off that dusty ol' trail.
He rides into town, not just any town. I'm talking d-e-a-de-n-d
with integrity and his heart on his sleeve.
He hopes they are going to buy what he believes.
He offers every fool and every friend.
that's a population of one hundred and three.
a cure to their unchristian like ways.
with a simple process of "drawing out"
through the hole in the top of the skull
then a snip, a cut and a couple of knots tied off.
He offers to make them as good as new.
"Better than you're used to"
Sadly. The locals didn't take kindly to this well intentioned man
They don't want a hand out form him.
Instead, they take offense to a man coming into their town looking to tell right from wrong.
That's when the situation goes from bad to worse.
As they string him up at the town hall.
It appears our smart-ass should have kept along that dusty, lonely trail.

they shaved off fourteen points for ugly.
they dumbed down the structure like some amputee.
a broken bible salesman going door to door selling mouthfulls of shit.
flowers spread across his teeth.
bloody imprisoned in his slacks.
shouting at size ten and a half feet.
remember when we were young?
(ohh)
well we're just like them now
(ohh)
these choppers won't chew no more
(ohh)
these knees won't bend no more
(ohh)
this face can't sell the words for sure.
there are a million other birds from sidewalk to ceiling to the cats

We agreed this city was like a morgue
You said we should liven things up around here
This is red when paint the walls with fire and pools of cream
This is my mouth with sharp silver teeth and our implausible dream
These are the blues when sung to you by blue lips the likes you've never seen
Will the smoke leave us time?
Or has someone extinguished your fire?
Maybe you'd rather be left behind?
This is how it sells when there is no product in the store
This is how we enter when there are no handles on the door
This is sleep when they remove the warmth from our little house

the "product" we refer to is well equipped
in the service abilities of your common woman.
though in our opinion (any many others)
we have manufactured her to be far surperior
to that of any "common" woman.
there are of course risks to be taken,
though we rarely recieve complaints from our clients.
(that unreadable fine print)
defective product
has been known to wreak havoc upon small villages and town folk.
(make that sweet green philiosophical love)
just sign here, initial here, then sign here, here, and here.
(your signature waives responsibility from jones inc.
we apologize for any inconvenience)
tweleve months later...
client: she's falling apart and she killed my dog.
sales representative: (silence)
client: you know that once she swan in beauty?
sales representative: that's true.

spread your legs like a cancer.
let me see what's inside.
your pale body has that graveyard charm.
those desperate looks have got me digging so deep.
i bury my head, the crown pushes please, please.
she's the maid in the masquerade.

Cannibal!
I've no fight left my calloused benefactor
You unconscionable shit-titan
Have you come to rid this world of my unhealthy smell?
Have you come to claim my soul?
This love is a disgusting thing

It was hot and the summer was cold.
Or so I am told.
I slept through it all
When I awoke, a vicious dark hung in the sky
My surroundings foreign and discomforting
I staggered to my shoeless hooves and ventured down the only path I could find.
At first there wasn't much life to be seen.
But then there she was
like an eyesore, like a private whore
Reptile tail. Reptile female.
Serpent beauty sat upon her front porch coaxing me to her side
to go down
then as i caressed her scaly hide I fuckin' knew I would be going down
You know the type.
She'll sell you the road, but she won't point the way home.
I only wish to tell you my story dear reader
Kind friend. It's too late for me but you still have a chance
If she finds you she will consume you
She will love you like she loved me
Then down down.
To where I fell.

That skinny frame
That tired act
She's uninteresting wearing all that black
Still she could be such a little girl sometimes
Whining and kicking
Throwing herself from moving vehicles
Running and running
Her raven breast empty and cold
Pushing my face up against the door
It's another night here in something city
It's another night with her going somewhere shitty
Into the cold city night she goes running and running
I wanna tell her "Little girl you run too far in the dark and you get yourself lost"
Then like a banshee she screams
And I say god damn

Silence! Order! The queen is here.
Arms and legs like kindling.
One asleep down the road, another in here.
About as safe as a skeleton at the wheel.
Silence! Order! Our queen is here.
Adame. Acrown. A death grip.
So far away can't see her face.
But we can hear her cum over the airwaves.
I want it.
I want my cock in a hand on a train.
I want the coolness and the numbness at my fingertips.
Lips at the wrist like razor blades.
That throne of bone grows comforting.
She closes her eyes, but not to go away.
This could be my only chance to usurp the name

five hundred milligrams of love has be in disarray
(the room whitens to the voice of panicked doctors)
get this man to the o.r.
stat: unconscious time lapse:
(the shades rise, call button by body side)
in the recovery room i wrote a list
of all the ways that you're beautiful.
it goes on and on and on and on and on

Cut the head off son cut the head off child
this halloween I'm going out dressed as the man with nerves of steel

Could I maybe be a little bit more naive?
Slide my shoes off my feet and rest myself in that seat
I call at one. At two. At three
I'm drunk and hard and half asleep
Someone is out there
It's more than I can bare
Now shifting from side to side playing along
Still hanging up furious when somebody answers the phone
Alone alone alone alone alone alone

She's going to cut you down. She's going to to turn you out.
She's going to make you wish you never seen her face before.
She's going to break you down. She's going to put you out.
She's going to make an example out of you and your sorry skin
You're dead already.
Dead as a doornail. I am singing to the dead.
You're trying to bring the right one home. But you'll end up with a hole in your head.
She breathes fire, She sweats tar.
Although she's a looker, that's just the surface and that's all she wants you to know.
She'll have you running up and down the street asking advice from friends, neighbors and family.
Water filled veins and stone cold heart she's the medusa of your deep blue need.
So don't start crying, saying you don't know what you know.
She'll cut your throat before you could even wish wish wish yourself home.
Her business card reads:

Paul wears a hat of fire. He says it's not so bad if you can stand the smell of burning hair
Paul Wear's a hat of fire. He has so much love to give. But no one will get close to him.
Paul wears a hat of fire. He says. "It's a lonely life when no one will shake your hand."
Paul wears a hat of fire. He told me he doesn't see a point to going out anymore.
His mother tried to teach him right from wrong. Still, he wont take it off.
Paul wears a hat of fire. He knows you and your friends are talking about him when he's not around.
Paul wears a hat of fire. He doesnt think you have any right to question his motivation.
Paul wears a hat of fire. He knows you wont be happy until he's lying dead in the street.

Don't waste your time running
I'm taking over the controls of your vessel
I know the location of your thermal exhaust port
Your star of death
Like a Roman candle when I get off
There will be no leap into hyperspace and...
It's already too late
Your fleet is lost, you are floating alone and...
It's already too late
I've studied the weaknesses in your defenses and...
It's already too late
I've penetrated the hull and...

Hey there, on that cross, with your breath turned sickly and stale.
Your eyes sunk back in your skull. That disaster through your hands.
Hey there, little girl, with that charm hanging down 'round your neck.
The damned are awash at your feet and asleep in your dress.
There's a voice in our ears and it's promise sits empty and bare.
It can change the look on a face. Though it's not really there.
Now here in the ground, with out lids and breasts covered in dirt.
We can't seem to get to our feet. We can't seem to breathe.
The dead sing along.
You can't be that boy.
You can't be that girl.
You can't be that voice.

With all the fortune
Snatch at our hearts
And when ourhungerhearts
Until we find what we crave
We fall for a fortune
I save my soul for a lie, lie, lie
...my son of a spell
Our vows were made to be broken
...was made to swing
...was made to swing
Upon the shadow of a long ago moon
We're on a course fixed by fire
She says me lies
This is the prize of my birthright
I mean I know zero of your girl's cologne
I mean I know zero of your girl's cologne
I mean I know zero of your girl's cologne
...that sticks to my veins
...that sticks to my veins
Before fortune fell us
And we fall even further
Oh, we will feel our fortune
Oh, just singing away
Oh, just singing away
I have the future for a lie, lie, lie
We're on a course fixed by fire
She says me lies
This is the prize of my birthright
I mean I know zero of your girl's cologne
I mean I know zero of your girl's cologne
I mean I know zero of your girl's cologne
...that sticks to my veins
...that sticks to my veins
Marry me, I may be a lie
Marry me, tell me the date that I die
Who's got our future, little one?
Will there be a honeymoon, little one?
Please lie! Please lie!
But memories could walk
But I lay awake nights
Now, I can't go home, little one
Now, I don't mind chopping the wood
But the memory

Precautions were taken to ensure saftey antennas
waxed and polished stocked up on snake-bite antiseptic

If I was drunk right now I'd tell you how we could make this whole process a hell of a lot easier
I can't keep my eye from twitching
I can't make sense of this
If it's ringing in my head or in my ears I cannot tell the difference
I'm wishing I was a bit more educated
You're wishing for a belt of human hair and teeth (mine)
You want to know what it takes to make this young man weep
You've researched how to break my bones and skin me alive
You want to put me in a traveling show
Five bodies
Zero sleep
You've sent me out on a limb to hang myself high above these dirty streets
/Limbo/
It's getting louder
I think it knows my name
I awoke in the middle of the night to find it standing in my doorway
/Purgatory/
Is it over yet?
Is this all there is?
Am I speaking only in vowels here?
Am I a mime?
A swollen tongue
Am I here?
I am
/Hell/
Can anybody here me out there?
Put me down like a horse with a broken leg
An old dog foaming at the mouth
Tie a chain around my ankle and take me out to the blackest deepest sea
Carry me out to the town square