Plot
Southland Tales is an ensemble piece set in the futuristic landscape of Los Angeles on July 4, 2008, as it stands on the brink of social, economic and environmental disaster. Boxer Santaros is an action star who's stricken with amnesia. His life intertwines with Krysta Now, an adult film star developing her own reality television project, and Ronald Taverner, a Hermosa Beach police officer who holds the key to a vast conspiracy.
Keywords: abortion, absurdism, afghanistan, african-american, allegory, alternate-reality, alternative-energy, alternative-reality, alternative-timeline, ambulance
Have A Nice Apocalypse
This is the way the world ends.
The future Is just like you imagined.
This is the way the world ends-Not with a whimper, but with a bang.
Warning: you are entering a domain of chaos.
The Internet is the Future. The Future is Just Like You Imagined.
Boxer Santaros: My character, he realizes that the apocalyptic crime rate is because of global deceleration. The rotation of the Earth is slowing down at a rate of point zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero six miles per hour each day, disrupting the chemical equilibrium in the human brain, causing very irrational criminal behavior.::Roland Taverner: How does he stop the global deceleration?::Boxer Santaros: Oh, he can't stop it. There is no stopping wat can't be stopped. Only God can stop it.::Krysta Now: But The New York Times said: "God is dead."::Boxer Santaros: So in the end, I die in a very tragic downtown shootout while whispering my theory to Dr. Muriel Fox, the oceanography disaster specialist.::Krysta Now: Astrophysicist!::Boxer Santaros: The oceanography disaster specialist... sweetheart. My character - his name is Jericho Kane.
Starla Von Luft: The information that I have uncovered could get me killed. But it was a risk I was willing to take. The fate of the earth depends on you, Jericho.
Cyndi Pinziki: Nothing an eight ball, a porn star and a tattoo parlor can't handle.
Boxer Santaros: I'm a pimp. And pimps don't commit suicide.
Martin Kefauver: Yo, dog, it says - it says "transaction denied," dog. Yo, what - what do I do?::Roland Taverner: We're going to take the ATM machine with us to Mexico.
Zora Carmichaels: You know, there'd be a lot less violence in the world if everyone just got a little more cardio.
Krysta Now: Scientists are saying the future is going to be far more futuristic than they originally predicted.
Boxer Santaros: [about Officer Taverner] Is he still alive?::Serpentine: In more ways than one.::Boxer Santaros: You made sure Taverner went through the time rift with me. Then you hit the SUV self-destruct trigger, by remote, which means I didn't kill myself.::Serpentine: You're a pimp. Pimps don't commit suicide.::Boxer Santaros: Oh, you got that right. And Roland Taverner and his twin brother... they're the same person, aren't they?::Serpentine: Two identical souls walking the face of the earth, coexisting in the same dominion of chaos. What will happen if they shake hands.::Boxer Santaros: The fourth dimension will collapse upon itself. You stupid bitch.
Fortunio Balducci: Anyone who knows anything of history knows that great social changes are impossible without feminine upheaval.
Veronica Mung: Just because it's loud doesn't mean it's funny.
Plot
Richard Mayhew leads an ordinary life in London when one day a girl named Door falls, injured, across his path. The next thing he knows, his life is gone and he's pulled into the fantastical world of London Below. Pursued by the murderous Messrs. Croup and Vandemar, Door and Richard with the help of Hunter and the Marquis de Carabas, attempt to find the Angel Islington, who knows the secret behind the murder of Door's family, and possibly a way for Richard to go home.
Keywords: angel, assassination, cult-tv, homelessness, london-england, london-underground, magic, tv-mini-series
The Major BBC2 Series
Descend Into The Shadows Of London Below
[Answering the phone]::Mr. Croup: Croup and Vandemar, the Old Firm, obstacles obliterated, nuisances eradicated, bothersome limbs removed and tutelary dentistry undertaken.
Mr. Croup: If you cut us, do we not bleed?::Mr. Vandemaar: [pondering] No.
Mr. Croup: You're completely off your head.::Mr. Vandemaar: Say the word, Mister Croup, and it'll be off his shoulders before you can say Jack Ketch.
Mr. Croup: Were I you, I would no longer worry about the young lady. Her days are numbered, and the number in question isn't even in double digits.
The Marquis De Carabas: I thought it was just a legend, like the alligators in the sewers of New York.::Old Bailey: What, the big white ones? Oh, they're down there. I had a friend who lost a head to one of them. He's all right, he had another one.
Old Bailey: What's it like? Being dead?::The Marquis De Carabas: Live long enough and you'll find out.
Door: The Marquis de Carabas is a little bit dodgy in the same way that rats are a little bit covered in fur.
Richard Oliver Mayhew: What kind of meat is it?::'Floating Market' Food Vendor: Crow.::Richard Oliver Mayhew: I'll take three vegetable curries then.
Mr. Croup: What do you want?::The Marquis De Carabas: What does anybody want?::Mr. Vandemaar: Dead things... extra teeth...
Richard Oliver Mayhew: [Prelude] Hello, I'm Richard Mayhew and I'm in Securities.
Serpentine may refer to:
in music:
Rachel Brice is a contemporary performer in Tribal Fusion Style Belly Dance based in Portland, Oregon. She is the artistic director and choreographer for The Indigo Belly Dance Company and a frequent performer with the Bellydance Superstars.
She has performed and toured nationally and internationally since 1992. As a member of the Bellydance Superstars Brice made numerous appearances on Bellydance Superstars DVDs, as well as a multitude of television and radio appearances worldwide, most notably Live with Regis and Kelly in the US and Blue Peter in England.
As a teacher and movement arts pedagogue, Brice has released instructional videos focusing on Yoga and Belly Dance, and has given workshops throughout the United States and Europe. Brice also teaches Yoga and Belly Dance for Pixar Animation Studios and gives workshops annually at Elevation "belly dance extravaganza" in Golden, Colorado.
From Brice's website:
"Rachel Brice first fell in love with Belly Dance after watching the famous Hahbi'Ru at the Northern California Renaissance Faire in 1988 and began taking classes right away. In 1999, she decided to study full time, and relocated for the University program in Dance Ethnology at San Francisco State University. In 2003 she was discovered by rock mogul Miles Copeland and began touring internationally with his company, Bellydance Superstars. Also in 2003 she founded The Indigo Belly Dance Company. 2007 marks The Indigo's first full-length touring show, Le Serpent Rouge, presented by Miles Copeland. When home, Rachel studies Belly Dance with her teachers Suhaila Salimpour, and creator of American Tribal Style, Carolena Nericcio, and Yoga with Gary Kraftsow."
Loie Fuller (also Loïe Fuller; (January 15, 1862 – January 1, 1928) was a pioneer of both modern dance and theatrical lighting techniques.
Born Marie Louise Fuller in the Chicago suburb of Fullersburg, now Hinsdale, Illinois, Fuller began her theatrical career as a professional child actress and later choreographed and performed dances in burlesque (as a skirt dancer), vaudeville, and circus shows. An early free dance practitioner, Fuller developed her own natural movement and improvisation techniques. Fuller combined her choreography with silk costumes illuminated by multi-coloured lighting of her own design.
Although Fuller became famous in America through works such as Serpentine Dance (1891), she felt that she was not taken seriously by the public who still thought of her as an actress. Her warm reception in Paris during a European tour persuaded Fuller to remain in France and continue her work. A regular performer at the Folies Bergère with works such as Fire Dance, Fuller became the embodiment of the Art Nouveau movement. An 1896 film of the Serpentine Dance by the pioneering film-makers Auguste and Louis Lumière gives a hint of what her performance was like. (The unknown dancer in the film is often mistakenly identified as Fuller herself.)
Dimmu Borgir ( /ˌdɪmuː ˈbɔrɡɪər/) is a Norwegian black metal band from Oslo, Norway, formed in 1993. Dimmu Borgir means "dark cities" or "dark castles/fortresses" in Icelandic, Faroese and Old Norse. The name is derived from a volcanic formation in Iceland, Dimmuborgir. The band has been through numerous line-up changes over the years; guitarist Silenoz and vocalist Shagrath are the only founding members remaining.
Dimmu Borgir was founded in 1993 by Shagrath, Silenoz, and Tjodalv, the band released an EP in 1993 entitled Inn i evighetens mørke ("Into the Darkness of Eternity" in English). This short EP sold out within weeks, and the band followed up with the 1994 full length album For All Tid ('For All Time' in English) This album featured vocal contributions by Vicotnik of Ved Buens Ende and Dødheimsgard and Aldrahn of Dødheimsgard and Zyklon-B. The initial lineup consisted of Shagrath playing drums with Tjodalv on guitar and Silenoz contributing lead vocals. This line-up changed before the release of Stormblåst (translates to "Storm Blown") on Cacophonous Records in 1996, an album considered by many to be their finest. It is also the last album which features all lyrics written and sung in Norwegian. This album was criticized by Allmusic because of bad sound quality and inaccessibility to wide audience.
Pavlov hits me with more bad news every time I answer the phone
so I play and I sing and I just let it ring,
all day when I'm at home
a defacto choice of
macro-microcosmic melancholy
but baby any way you slice it,
I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone
yeah the goons have gone global
and the CEO's are shredding files
and the democrans and the republicrats
are flashing their toothy smiles
and Uncle Tom is posing for a photo-op with the oval office klan
and Uncle Sam is riggin' cockfights in the promised land
and that knife you stuck in my back is still there
it pinches a little when I sigh and moan
and these days I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone
cause all the wrong people have the power of suggestion
and the freedom of the press is meaningless if nobody asks the question
I mean causation by definition is such a complex compilation of factors
that to even try to say why is to oversimplify
that's a far cry, isn't it dear, from acting like you're the only one there
unrepentantly self-centered and unfair
enter all suckers scrambling for the truth
exit mr. eye-contact who took his flirt and flew the coup
but whatever, no matter, no fishin trips, no fishin
cause momma's officially out of commission
and did I mention in there somewhere
did I mention somewhere in there
that I traded Babe Ruth,
yes I traded the only player
that was bigger than the game
and I can't even tell you why,
cause you'd think I'm insane.
and that's the truth
and the music industry mafia is pimping girl power
sniping off sharp-shooter singles from their styrofoam towers,
and hip-hop is tied up in the back room with a logo stuffed in its mouth
cause the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house
but then, I'm getting away from myself
as I get closer and closer home
and the difference between you and me baby
is I get fucked up when I'm alone
and I must admit today
that my inner pessimist seems to have gotten the best of me
we start out sugared up on kool aid and manifest destiny
and then we memorize all the presidents names like little trained monkeys
and we spit into the world so many spinny-eyed TV junkies
incapable of unraveling the military-industrial mystery
pre-emptively passified with history book history
and I've been around the world now and I can see this about America
the mind control is deep here, man
the myopia is steep here, man
and behold those who try to expose the reality
really try to realize democracy
are shot with rubber bullets and gassed off the streets
while the global power brokers are kept clean and discreet
behind a wall
behind a moat
and that is all
that's all
that's all she wrote
and my heart beats an s-s-s o-o-o s-s-s
cause folks just really couldn't care-care-care less-less-less
as long as every day is superbowl sunday
and larger than life women in lingerie are pouting at us from every bus stop
she loves me, she loves me not
she loves me, she loves me not
she loves me, she loves me not
and "big government should not stand between a man and his money"
i mean, "what's good for business is good for the country"
our children still take that lie like communion,
the same old line the Confederacy used on the Union
conjugate liberty into libertarian
and medicated associated with deregulation privitization
we won't even know we're slaves on a corporate plantation
somebody say hallelujah,
somebody say damnation,
cause the profit system follows the path of least resistance
and the path of least resistance is what makes the river crooked
makes it serpentine
capitalism is the devil's wet dream
so just give me my Judy garland drugs and let me get back to work
cause the empire state building is the tallest building in New York
and I have always got the feeling
you just like to hear it fall off your tongue
but I remember my name in your mouth
and I don't think I was done hearing it close to my ear
on a whisper's way to a moan
Pavlov hits me with more bad news every time I answer the phone
so I play and I sing and just let it ring,
all day when I'm at home
a defacto choice of
macro-microcosmic melancholy
but baby any way you slice it,
Reeling offbeat on the all time high
pushing enveloped detoured rollercoaster rides
took a night to remember and a day to forget
we never bothered talking...
strolling zigzag and around the bends
put all trust in lucky charms,beginning with the end
I called up a candlelit romance and read
still I couldn't get it...
last time we deviated,raving about it,
we had no second thoughts
I spent a lifetime finding out how you move
crooked constellations -
serpentine,serpentine
outta sight,outta mind
counting numbers,days and weeks go by
find no reason to retrieve,no matter how I try
crystalline your voice resounds in my head
I am all addicted....
last time we deviated,raving about it,
we had no second thoughts
I spent a lifetime finding out how you move
crooked constellations -
serpentine,serpentine
outta sight,outta mind
zigzag and around the bends
there and back without an end
still your song resounds!
last time we deviated,raving about it,
we had no second thoughts
I spent a lifetime finding out how you move
last time we deviated,raving about it,
we had no second thoughts
I spent a lifetime finding out how you move
crooked constellations -
serpentine,serpentine
See the dogs come running
Smelling blood now
To an open sore
On the parasite
Countless hearts have fallen
Hard to number
Damnation's whore
Is looking for a victim tonight
With an angry soul
And a wicked design
Your will cannot endure
And your heart is torn away
Chorus:
I was caught up in the moment
We were alone and you seemed to harness the light
Even though I felt cold inside
When you told me it would be alright
I had given up control and
I didn't focus hard enough to see the warning signs
Your heart is serpentine
Damn what I'm becoming
One of them now
Just an opened door
On the endless night
Dark desire burning
In my blood now
How can I be sure
I don't know if I'll be able to fight
With a tortured soul
And an honest design
My will cannot endure
As my heart is torn away
Chorus:
I was caught up in the moment
We were alone and you seemed to harness the light
Even though I felt cold inside
When you told me it would be alright,
I had given up control and,
I didn't focus hard enough to see the warning signs,
Your heart is serpentine,
Now that I've been torn apart,
Will there be an end to this?
Will there finally be release?
Will I finally rest in peace?
I'm determined to believe,
My prayers will be received,
With a tortured soul,
And an honest design,
My will cannot endure,
As my heart is torn away,
Chorus:
I was caught up in the moment,
We were alone and you seemed to harness the light,
Even though I felt cold inside,
When you told me it would be alright,
I had given up control and,
I didn't focus hard enough to see the warning signs,
Your heart is serpentine,
The warning signs,
Your heart is serpentine,
Evil personified,
I'm caught in the flow of things
My memory's a broken machine
This is how my day begins
This is just one day unseen
Let's do it serpentine any time
Let's do it right here
Let's do it serpentine, I don't mind
Let's do it right here
Is it bad that you're good for me?
Did I love you just randomly?
I'm caught in the flow of sound
And you're just some melody
Let's do it serpentine any time
Let's do it right here
Let's do it serpentine, I don't mind
Let's do it right here
There's a cute little litany
Put it on my shoulder
Eight o'clock and we agree
It makes me look much older
One, two, in fire
One, two, in fire
Got my clockworks company
I got my dark green trench coat on
I'm sure it will always be
Someone staying and someone gone
Let's do it serpentine any time
Let's do it right here
Let's do it serpentine, I don't mind
deep inside I'm dying
deep inside I'm hiding
deep inside my every word a cry (alone I cry...)
deep inside I'm heartless
deep inside regardless
kill for me - my every word a lie
deep inside a child
when tears and dreams go wild when
deep inside comedian for life
say will I die for you?
see I was always there to run
will I deny for you?
the smiling scarecrow on your tongue
say will I die for you?
see I was always there to run
say will I die for you?
deep inside I'm dying
deep inside I'm hiding
speak to me the words
of love and trust!
(I feel distrust)
burn for me my neonworld to dust!
say will I die for you...
and in the distance I'm alive
and in the distance neon lights so far away from me
and in the distance I'm alive
and in the distant smile I'll pass on by
and cross the plans you made, the suns you burned
the distance walks away
Lost on a road going nowhere
Trying to take on the world
Searching for some one who understands
Sweet girl, sweet girl
Walking through fields of fire
Hopelessly reaching for the skies
Watching the flames growing higher
Tonight
And she danced like serpentine
She's my burning desire
She mystifies
Her loves sets me on fire
Oh oh oh,
Oh oh oh oh oh.
Caught in a fear of embracing
Waiting for the beauty to arrive
All of the fears that you're facing
Sweet child sweet child
No one can stop us from reaching
Who says the Innocent survive
One more step into nowhere
goodbye
She danced like serpentine
She's my burning desire
She's mystifies
Her loves lifting me higher than high
No one can stand in our way
Nothing can stop us on this day
I've never felt like this way
Can't let you slip away
Oh, oh
Can't let you slip away
Oh, oh
Can't let you slip away
Oh, oh
She danced like serpentine
She's my only desire
She mystifies
Her loves taking
Suddenly I notice that the brightness of the day
Makes the shadows darker, makes the shadows deeper
As they creep from the corners and a feeling in myself
As if I were weighted down with lead
Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight
Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver
All the hours are hanging as if caught on celluloid
Reeling ever closer, coiling ever tighter
As if they conspired to conceal from me
The secret of my gloom
Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight
Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver
Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight
Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver
Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight
In the mean time
Let my mind unwind
Secluded where I find
My serpentine
Hide away from sin
Never felt so thin
The pressure’s caving in
I’ve escaped again
This leisure
My pleasure
I’m high and fine
On serpentine
Still bleeding
My seedlings
It’s almost time
It’s almost time
Let my mind unwind into a serpentine
Let my mind unwind into a serpentine
Let my mind unwind, now give it time,
It once was mine laced with cyanide
A long stone and my day's all serpentine
The tired tarnish in my chest rests sense of SARS
And one dull dawn where they hum that splits its length
Does my name sting your tongue? Now does it beg?
Your thin frame has set my eyes to fray
On our dim stretch of this street, how it aches
For every grey and sad and taut to coil
And our frail eyes and there watch to finally talk
One brash phrase cut crush these fragile days
My thoughts swirl in some shrill sad cannonade
And one such spur that caused my throat to creak