Plot
During the American Civil War, a lonely Indiana farm widow finds love when she takes in an injured traveling salesman, only to learn he is a Confederate spy on the run from Yankee patrols.
Keywords: 1860s, independent-film
Ravaged by battle...Reborn in passion
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Kina grew up in Mission Viejo, California, and it was here where her love for music began. In elementary school, she composed and submitted piano compositions to district art competitions. Soon afterwards, she began playing the violin, an instrument she would play throughout high school. By age 15, she started teaching herself the guitar and it was this instrument with which she fell in love.
And then one fine morning
(And what you want)
She woke, she knew
(You might never have)
One long look at her life
(Would you wait for it)
It was you
(It forms like a scar)
Come hell or high water, her heart was made
No friend and no lover will get in her way
For six long years
(Take your time)
Happiness spoke
(Never hurry up)
But then the time was up
(Change your mind)
The spell was broke
(Go back to the start)
She said what have I done to get my way
What have I done to get this day
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna fortune weary love, fortune weary love
Baby don't you dare give up on me now
Baby don't you dare give up on me now
You're gonna find out, you're gonna get low
It's gonna darken your soul
You're gonna find out, you're gonna get low
It's gonna darken your soul
You're gonna find out, you're gonna grow old
It's gonna darken your soul
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
I wanna fortune weary love, fortune weary love
Baby don't you dare give up on me now
The golden dream, the seat of all decorum,
a satellite to match the light of Rome:
its silver children chatter in the Forum,
the bath-house, and the brothels, and their homes
about the latest fashions for their clothes.
Across the Tyrrhenian Sea comes drifting
a song that none of them have ever known.
The golden dream that holds back all the hours
for the ladies in their Dionysian rites,
blonde heads all garlanded with flowers:
wine and love and laughter through the night
in constant masque and pageant, constant flight.
The ground below them whispers in a murmur
of passion which is hotter yet than white.
The golden dream, the city of all cities,
its towers piercing into the azure sky,
whose hand is dealt, regarless of all pity:
condemned to martyrdom, but not to die.
Two lovers look up from their hidden bower.
The wine has stood too long and it turns sour.
I see the tall and bending of your streets
but now they echo only leather tourist feet
and waking, ashen, grey-blue blinding death
We sat against the mountain side
And overviewed this burn so bright
But more will burn tonight
I'll bury this town tonight
(Tonight)
And paint the sky with fire
The city is burning
And I'll tear down the walls
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha, uh huh
And there's nothing in the dark I won't bring to light
(And I will bury you)
The day the sky collapsed on you, to bury you in ash
A tomb of burning lava with a thousand years to pass
Your legacy of wonders, your culture so advanced
No time to stop and wonder, you didn't have a chance
Your gods that day deserted you, the fifth became the last
Your faith was just a vapour, within your lava cast
What once was so majestic is now an ancient tomb
Who's secrets still lie buried, so deep within your womb
The columns and the statues stand silent in the light
No voices fill the market place, no laughter in the night
The children so long sleeping, such tender ghosts to dream
Think I hear thunder crackle the sky
Think I hear voices telling me why
Think I hear thunder crackle the sky
Think I hear voices telling me why
Think I hear people fleeing the scene
Think I need reasons keeping me clean
Think I hear people fleeing the scene
Think I need reasons keeping me clean
Think I hear castles crumble and fall
Somewhere is love for all for all
Think I hear castles crumble and fall
Somewhere is love for all for all
Think of the river carry the weight
Think of the boatman falling from grace
Think of the river carry the weight
I sheltered in the news for a while, that paragraph had
space to fill my days, but it never worked just feeling
anti-climaxed, common and cliche`
You touch your skin and it's feeling older and you
finally say, you finally say that
Everything is closing in around you,
you had to leave, you had to know that this felt right
and they don't know a thing, at least about you
There is a difference from keyhole to spotlight.
On the way to your house i casually asked you this
question
"do you think what you see is fair?"
No, when everything is closing in around you
you had to leave, you had to know that this felt right
and they don't know this thing, at least about you
and about you, there is a difference from keyhole to
spotlight.
Got my feet wet, came back again.
I'm climbing at those walls more than i did back then.
Got my feet wet, came back again
and i promise this time i will not--i will not pretend.
And i heard them say
I know it's closing in around you
you had to leave you had to know that this felt right
and they dont' know this thing, at least about you
and about you there is a difference from keyhole to
Your teeth carry marks, pictures, stories and charts
and biting that lip won't hide a lot.
where's your charm?
don't know. i guess i lost track
or no, i think i left it in that diner with my sister.
could i get it back.
i want it back.
to think timing askew, to make sense of what we knew
a date had been placed for i
thought that we thought the same in adding that spot to
your name
was my name. my name.
i've got this anxious feeling, for what? i don't know.
and i'm surprised the right track meant a back track down
the slope.
Now comes the hard part
the most awkward family just to sit and eat cake in that
still, skyline room oh what now? what now? what now?
Are we right to drink wine? cause this seems out of
place.
every cup in the air, a slap to their face, so you waited
Open-ended, parting on a note
it never rang and barely ever spoke to
anyone baring the slightest peace of mind,
cause if it did, there'd be no fingerprints to find
or forget. dont' have the money and you know it'd be
well spent,
keeping tabs on whichever family tree, ready to furnish
an identity
because
Relative is relative,
relative's not relevant in my case
and my case is
not closed and open to interpretation or a point of
view
you can guess you can't know
that foreign stays foreign till found
mother, what's in a name? more than that,
why can't mine be found?
i'm sick of home, it's just a contest now,
where how can i top or put you down in your place
because
Relative is relative and relative's not relevant in my
case
and my case is
not closed and open to
interpretation or a point of view
you can guess, you can't know
that foreign stays foreign till found.
and if all else fails, i can take that flight to the
town i was born, where you still might be staying
laying low and saving face.
think it goes without saying, this goes without saying
There is a carrot dangling outside a window narrowing,
and it's teasing me.
But it's the nerve that you lack,
cut the strings that hold you back.
Your body is still alive but buried under your head.
I'm thinking I think too much.
Because there will not be a turn unless your cornered.
Not be a side if you're not bordered.
Not be a guilt without a care
You're throwing them up into the air.
You never expect to have things operate like that.
It's taken awhile...
(??)....it's got to take care of it's self.
What a joke to think your problem is a problem at all.
Pass the torch until it's spent.
I think your snapping out of it.
Force yourself through the motions... (??)
You never expect to have things operate like that.
Steps we trace, falling on my face was the best way it
You've got the right idea.
Let's stall out in mid air.
Too hard a thing to settle.
Plunge down, you're barely scraping by.
Cause if you ever tell me, "I'll need an answer from you
now".
The static in our signals will only serve to mute the
sound.
Collect, compile, complete
a list of ends to meet.
(Trail beads of water racing)
And they may as well be strangers.
(Past rows of windows reeling)
And we're taught not to talk to them.
Cause if you ever tell me, "I'll need an answer from you
now".
The static in our signals will only serve to mute the
sound.
The static in our signals will only serve to mute the
Came at you in silence, my back at the wall.
"i've seen those nights where you binge and purge"
Those locks on your doors tell me when you're crouched
on all fours
counting tile, losing bile and sleep.
"it's just a diet, i've kept it quiet. Even if you told
all my family and
friends they would never believe it."
I think you're right. I can't believe it too
that it's you, but it's you.
My problems hide in numbers that leave when i gag and
heave,
I weighed out every option, that scale's not fit for
advice.
Medical language won't ever help to shape this if that
mind is just as frail
as it's frame.
you know i'd leave it alone.
We can beat genetics, adopting new aesthetics for
beautiful bodies, figures
ever-so-slender
taking control, oh, what a nice, nice thing.
Besides, my problems hide in numbers that leave when i
gag and heave
and heaving's kind of hard with your hands tied round
your waist.
point out the obvious, tell me just how dangerous
then bundle every fight in an "isn't right" and leave
I was living long before you were.
I live to help you, and still your own way you prefer.
You shrug your shoulders, I retreat to mine.
Open the paper, and as you read me line by line.
Overreact to nothing, because nothing sinks in.
A dam of cheap distractions to hold your grief in.
Though pools of guilt will stagnate,
they will never reach the brim.
Overreact to nothing, because nothing's sinking in.
If you can hear me, nod or give a sign.
I had the last word, can I redo it one more time?
I'll keep my distance, I'll keep my sanity.
I'll keep my distance, because you'll never see me...
Overreact to nothing, because nothing sinks in.
A dam of cheap distractions to hold your grief in.
And pools of guilt will stagnate,
but will never reach the brim.
I see how faces are flooding the halls of your house,
would you mind if we snuck to the front porch
and there with our small view, a toast to all things
new.
i'd stay a little while, it's just the more you show
i can't stand to leave, though i say i should go.
Unsettled bride to be smearing makeup on your lease,
while hoping for a change of mind that should have
happened long ago.
you say i talk too much, but come on honestly,
oh, honestly, why do you sigh and sway?
It's coming too fast,
no, you've had nine years.
mistakes get tied in knots to soothe our burning ears.
Unsettled bride to be smearing makeup on that lease,
while hoping for a change of mind
that should have happened long ago.
you say i talk too much, but come on honestly,
oh honestly, why do you sigh and sway?
I'm not just asking, cause this wouldn't seem right to
beg,
i'll never tell you that this seems like a miracle
mile.
All things considered aside, do i act a little
different?
i hope it's different now.
We will find our place past the would-have-beens,
Caught in tangles, wrapped in ends.
Train the actions that chains of events.
You've spent (??) those patches of dark,
(??).
Those knots are coming undone.
Undone.
Predetermine the fabric you'll thread.
Stitch the outlines again and again.
Still, if you're just a book someone's already read.
Then what sense is there spoiling it?
Those knots are coming undone.
I think you need to calm down
and try to move in an orderly fashion.
For all we know, this is a false alarm.
And is it all that strange to think that this could
happen?
If you keep running late, it may soon arrive.
I've tried to change your mind 1,000 times,
pacing a print from room to room.
This will take getting used to.
These months go by just as fast as seconds.
Your gut instinct's growing and it shows.
and I can't help but feel just a little bit selfish.
What I've known of myself and my life is gone.
I can't run or hide. There's no getting away.
I've tried to change your mind 1,000 times,
pacing a print from room to room.
This will take getting used to.
We are day and night. Day and night.
I know you think it's right,
but can we really go through with this?
Pillows over your head, scared your thoughts might seep
through doors,
loud as your creaking hard-wood floors that give you
away.
And know today i saw a beat up car. it had rusted on the
roof like yours,
had no reflection through the back seat window. i started
to shake.
i started to.
We spread our tracks across the lawns outside our homes,
both driving by when no one's home, when it's too late.
If ever there were a cause for drift, i'd swear it to be
the land or air, because accounting for all that space
between us would make it seem like we don't care. no, but
we still care.
If ever there were a cause for drift i'd swear it to be
the land or air, because accounting for all that space
between us would make it seem like we don't care. no, but
There's a piece of you on a piece of paper.
It's got you enveloped in a drug store letter
It's left in my pocket for moments i'd like you to share
cause i believe that you're there when i read
how i caused a scene
how you're poorer than dirt
and it's then that i flirt with
the thought of our home
emptied and alone
it seems clear what you know you should do.
start new.
And though we continue to age,
we never change.
Still assembling new names
for a repeating problem
and if the sum and the parts stop where they start
I left a message on your floor.
Still eight months since you've called.
Awake at night I think to myself,
Put it to bed so I can rest.
It's getting hard to feel sorry for you.
I think your playing a victim.
It's not abandonment when I get pushed away.
Your track record has it's history of
repeating habit through apologies.
And I've been running my track for far too long.
I can't jump back in with the drop of a dime,
I'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet.
What are the odds that we'll ever see eye to eye?
I'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet.
We're only getting older so we'll run out of time
to put things in perspective.
You think you're perfect, you wait and see...
This life is hard and it's brutal.
I did the best I could for what I had.
(??), it's been bound and cuffed.
I'm just trying to guide you.
Is it not enough for myself and my lack of mind?
I see the boy in your arms, I see the tables turn.
I feel myself in your shoes, I feel there's something
I've learned.
I can't jump back in with the drop of a dime,
I'm not ready yet, I'm not ready yet.
What are the odds that we'll ever see eye to eye?
I'm not ready yet, still not ready yet.
We're only getting older so we'll run out of time
Waking up on the floor
Joining ranks with the stains of the nights before
Grab the keys, where's the door?
I've had enough of this town--I can't take anymore
Broken bottles, bits of glass.
Empty packs of cigarettes to last the rest of my whole
life.
I'll bite off more than I can chew until it hurts.
Putting the question on my direction.
I'll bite off more than I can chew if to eat your
words.
There is no answer for the better or worse.
Waking up on the floor.
"What kind of future is that one to be working toward?"
"I don't know, you tell me."
You've taken quite an interest as of lately.
Bleeding dry of loves for cash,
I've carried you upon my back.
And I, I can't carry you anymore
I'll bite off more than I can chew until it hurts.
Putting the question on my direction.
I'll bite off more than I can chew if to eat your
words.
There is no answer for the better or worse.
The road will bring to you something fresh, something
new.
Bite more than you can chew until they eat their words.
We calculate a path in all we do, do the math.
I am going to the doctor.
I am going through my mind.
I am airing every thought out in the sun to shed some
light.
Just passed the children's toys and office noise.
A nursery leaves my way.
And from that microphone and speaker come,
now I hear them call my name.
And that's when I talk until I'm blue.
Sweat my thoughts onto a couch.
Become the notes that scribble down,
page by page until I'm filed away.
I went to the doctor and I soon lost track of time
I know those ears are hard to come by,
I fed that meter one more time.
There are more minds to read,
And mouths that need a pill and a paper cup.
And every bill I ripped in piles and never cleaned,
just covered up.
And now it mostly comes in waves,
But it's not real it's just my brain.
I know imbalance is to blame.
But either way, I'll have to keep it at bay.
It's true that you'll have to find yourself,
So dig up unstable grounds until you're floating.
It mostly comes in waves,
But it's not real it's just my brain.
I know imbalance is to blame.
But either way...
I am going to the doctor
Bad enough i bought into that bit.
yeah, my hometown was an untapped oil field
storing profits, those wallets begged for change
and everyone's growing up just the same.
Pedestal-placement-preaching
no, that isn't love, that's just called insecurity.
jump that ship it's sinking
you might float to the top, but you'll never be credible
on your feet, on the ground
how to see it coming, how to see it after
on your feet and on the ground
how to see it coming, how to spot it faster.
Ride it out, write it down then crumble up that paper
along with your career you steer down dead end streets.
Those sounds have gotten stale and tired,
running from every critique.
they're nervous and sweating, waiting for all to explode
in your face, in your hands
how to see it coming, how to see it after
in your face and in your hands
Mount your plans onto a bow
Pull back your arm, release and throw.
Your ducks are lined up in a row.
But your aim is off, you shoot too low.
But if your smarter enough to know where this is going.
Please don't tell me, I'd rather have you just lie.
Come to terms, fix the consequence of your actions.
Get it together, just try.
Lock down your lungs,
Steel trap your tongues.
Words are getting carried away.
Twisted and bent, contorted to fit all the things that
you would never say.
The cannon will be used against you, pressed until you're
spread out thin.
Slipping through cracks, still turning your back.
Even though you could get stuck again.
But if your smarter enough to know where this is going.
Please don't tell me, I'd rather have you just lie.
Come to terms, fix the consequence of your actions.
Get it together, just try.
But if your smarter enough to know where this is going.
Please don't tell me, I'd rather have you just lie.
Come to terms with the consequence of that action.