Plot
A film within a film within a film within a film. Jordan has just finished filming his first horror flick (which takes place on the set of a adult film). On the loose is a killer who is killing all of the crew-which are really actors playing the crew in Jordan's film. But there's a catch. The killer is really a snuff-film-maker who makes his captives kill each other on film. But all of this is not really reality. Or is it? This is all, apparently, just the work of Jordan. The real story, as it unfolds within the film-within-a-film, is about Edit, his editor. The special effects all look so horribly cheesy that they all think the film is doomed. That is until Edit, and her right hand man Andy, (who happen to both be seasoned serial killers) decide to start killing the actors on-set, in re-shoots of the original footage. All for the good of the film and for the sake of art. The freshly shot fresh kills are spliced into Jordan's footage to make the most horrific and realistic horror film of all time.
Keywords: blood, breasts, cut, death, editor, independent-film, nudity, slasher, texas
Just How Important Is Realism?
Plot
Lambeau Fields lives a middle-class lifestyle in America along with his wife, Barb, and a gorgeous daughter, Michelle, who he has brought up as a son. Lambeau is a failure and has virtually given up on his career as a football coach. Then his friend, Freddie Wiseman, encourages him to re-enter this field, and he does so by re-locating to Plainfolk in Texas and joins the Heartland State University. It is here he will meet some of the most pathetic players, and quite disillusioned he goes about to find new-comers. He finds a kicker in Jasminder Featherfoot, provided of course, he keeps her involvement secret from the rest of her family. Then he finds Lance Truman, whose drag queen dad has brought him up more like a tom-girl. With these additions and others Lambeau sets forth to include his team in the next Super...Er...Toilet Bowl 2 series, and it is here that he will find that Lance fumbles a lot; Barb is not quite faithful as she seems; he will soon be in jail for Indecent Exposure; Michelle has a black boyfriend; and Freddie has a hidden agenda.
Keywords: american-football, baseball, basketball, boyfriend-girlfriend-relationship, championship, coach, college, cross-dresser, exchange-student, failure
Keep your eye on the ball.
The producers of "Wedding Crashers" spoof the greatest sports movies ever.
Michelle Fields: I want to have what you and mom have.::Lambeau "Coach" Fields: Herpes?
Titans Coach: Crack is whack and white don't cover black!
Michelle Fields: I was out catching some waves.::Lance Truman: In the middle of Texas?::Michelle Fields: I told you I'm hardcore.
Vince: Hey coach. Name is Vince. I'm just a bartender from Philly whose only dream is to play ball. It's all I got left after I lost my job teaching, and my wife left me. Like my alcoholic father used to say before he passed on, "A man can only take so much failure!" I'll give you everything I got. What do you say coach?::Lambeau "Coach" Fields: I say you can add "Did not make the football team" to your list of woes.
Lambeau "Coach" Fields: Yeah, this is great. Middle of Podunk, nowhere. How am I gonna find an All-American quarterback?::God: If you build it, he will come. If you build it, he will come...::Lambeau "Coach" Fields: Who will come?::God: Your father. Your dead father.::Lambeau "Coach" Fields: My father's not dead. I just spoke with him this morning.::God: You got to be shittin' me. Is this 314 Bentley road?::Lambeau "Coach" Fields: No this is 314 Bentley drive.::God: That damn Google Maps. Anyway, the quarterback you're looking for is on the baseball field.
Trotter: [Buddy Boy is blocking Trottter's locker] Out of my way, fat ass. You finally decide to block something and it's my locker?::Buddy Boy: I was just gonna drop off an invitation to my birthday party. FYI, there's going to be a petting zoo. [whimpers]::Lance Truman: Nice. Score one for Trotter, which is one more than he had yesterday. [throws ball at Trotter, who catches it as team oooohhhs]::Trotter: Look, man, why don't you pretend this thing is a football, and just drop it? [team ooohhhs louder]::Lance Truman: Why don't you act like a barbell and get benched? [team cheers]::Trotter: Why don't you pretend this whole thing is a basket full of groceries and get sacked? [team yells]::Buddy Boy: Hey, hey! Why don't you act like my parents, go upstairs and have some makeup sex? [team look at each other, confused] [big fight occurs] [coach walks in]::Lambeau "Coach" Fields: Hey! Knock it off! Knock it off! [Randy winces in pain as Coach repeatedly slams his head into a locker and then kicks him in the ribs] Now, you listen to me. This is a team. And the only way we're going to win is when you start acting like one. And you can sure as hell bet that no one is leaving this locker room until you understand what being a team is all about. [walks out slamming door]
Chip Imitation: Heh heh, it started out where she was wearin' a lot of clothes. Then she wasn't wearin' a lot of clothes, then BOOM! I got a chubby!
Plot
While in an international fair of exhibition of airplanes, a French Mirage 2000 of the last generation vanishes and pilots Antoine "Walk'n" Marchelli and Sebastian "Fahrenheit" Vallois are assigned to locate the plane that is flying in a hiding position below a commercial airplane. The pilots order the Mirage to return to the base, but the Mirage attacks Fahrenheit instead, and Walk'n immediately shots the Mirage saving his partner. However, the evidences are forged by the leader of a force called "Special Missions" and Walk'n is falsely accused of not following the orders and discharged from the air force. Blacklisted in the commercial flight companies, Walk'n and Fahrenheit are pressed to join the Special Missions team, where they disclose betrayals in a net of espionage.
Keywords: advanced-technology, aerial-combat, aerial-refueling, afterburner, ah-64-apache-helicopter, air-show, airliner, airplane-hangar, ak-47, alpha-jet
'Top Gun' for a new generation.
iPod is a line of portable media players created and marketed by Apple Inc.. The product line-up consists of the hard drive-based iPod classic, the touchscreen iPod touch, the compact iPod nano and the ultra-compact iPod shuffle. iPod classic models store media on an internal hard drive, while all other models use flash memory to enable their smaller size (the discontinued mini used a Microdrive miniature hard drive). As with many other digital music players, iPods can serve as external data storage devices. Storage capacity varies by model, ranging from 2 GB for the iPod shuffle to 160 GB for the iPod classic. The iPod line was announced by Apple on October 23, 2001, and released on November 10, 2001.
All of the models have been redesigned multiple times since their introduction. The most recent iPod redesigns were introduced on September 1, 2010. Apple's iTunes software can be used to transfer music to the devices from computers using certain versions of Apple Macintosh and Microsoft Windows operating systems. For users who choose not to use iTunes or whose computers cannot run iTunes, several open source alternatives are available for the iPod. iTunes and its alternatives may also transfer photos, videos, games, contact information, e-mail settings, Web bookmarks, and calendars to iPod models supporting those features. Discontinued models of the line include the iPod mini and the iPod photo, the former being replaced by the iPod nano, and the latter reintegrated into the main iPod line (now the iPod classic).
Ghost of Mother
Lingering death
Ghost on Mother's bed
Black strands on the pillow
Contour of her health
Twisted face upon the head
Ghost of perdition
Stuck in her chest
A warning no one read
Tragic friendship
Called inside the fog
Pouring venom brew deceiving
Devil cracked the earthly shell
Foretold she was the one
Blew hope into the room and said:
"You have to live before you die young"
Holding her down
Channeling darkness
Hemlock for the Gods
Fading resistance
Draining the weakness
Penetrating inner light
Road into the dark unaware
Winding ever higher
Darkness by her side
Spoke and passed her by
Dedicated hunter
Waits to pull us under
Rose up to its call
In his arms she'd fall
Mother light received
And a faithful servant's free
In time the hissing of her sanity
Faded out her voice and soiled her name
And like marked pages in a diary
Everthing seemed clean that is unstained
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Why would we really need to live?
Decide what is clear and what's within a haze
What you should take and what to give
Ghost of perdition
A saint's premonition's unclear
Keeper of holy hordes
Keeper of holy whores
To see a beloved son
In despair of what's to come
If one cut the source of the flow
And everything would change
Would conviction fall
In the shadow of the righteous
The phantasm of your mind
Might be calling you to go
Defying the forgotten mortals
I have often told you stories
About the way
I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come lay with me love me
And I would surely stay
Now I feel I'm growing older
And only songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be...
A soldier of fortune
Many times I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old
When nights were cold
I wandered without you
Those days I thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here
Now I feel I'm growing older
And only songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be...
A soldier of fortune
I can hear the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be
The memories that now,
Rest in this forest
Forever shadowing,
The sunrise of my heart,
Wings leave their nest at my coming,
Swaying away to the cold glowing sky.
Dreaming away for a while,
My spirit sighs in peace,
Gazing unto the stars,
Please,
Take me there.
I am so alone,
So cold,
My heart is to scarred to glow.
I wish the sunrise to come,
Take my soul,
From this cold,
Lonely shell,
The sun don't shine
The moon don't move the tides
to wash me clean
Sun don't shine
The moon don't move the tides
To wash me clean
Why so unforgiving and why so cold?
Been a long time crossing
The bridge of sighs
Cold wind blows
The gods look down in anger
On this poor child
Cold wind blows
Gods look down in anger
On this poor child
Why so unforgiving and why so cold?
Been a long time crossing
The sigh of summer upon my return
Fifteen alike since I was here
Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail
Snuffing the first morning rays
Weary from what might have been ages
Still calm with my mind at peace
Would I prosper or fall, Drain the past
The lapse of the moment took its turn
I was foul and tainted, Devoid of faith
Wearing my death-mask at birth
The hands of God, Decrepit and thin
Cold caress and then nothing
I was taken away from my plight
A treason bestowed to the crowd
Branded a jonah with fevered blood
Ungodly freak, Defiler
Pale touch, Writhing in the embers
Damp mud burning in my eyes
All the faces turned away
And all would sneer at my demise
Outcast with dogmas forged below
Seared and beaten, Banished from where I was born
No mercy would help me on my way
In the pouring rain nothing is the same
Vows in ashes
I pledge myself to no-one
Seethed and spiteful
All shudder at the call of my name
If you'll bear with me
You'll fear of me
There is no forgiveness in these eyes
For any of you but one
Dispel the mist for now
Melinda is the reason why I've come
She is waterdrops over the pyre
A thistle in my hands
Stained and torn, Aged and brown
Virtuous shell with kindred innocence
I awoke from the miasma
Passing swiftly through the moor
This is here, Waters stir
And in the distance all that was lost
If you'll bear with me
You'll fear of me
You'd never leave me to
A lifeline in a drop of blood
A dying wish shun a God
Sought a dream inside the light
Finally relieved from plight
O this night is deceiveing
One eternal Winter
Earth below and reeling
Moon is riding high
Father and a liar
One forgotten season
Secrets in the mire
Moor is riding high
Aligning
A name inside a memory
Waiting for you
When words can't win her
There is nothing to do
Save your children
Drenched in poverty
Tracks in the snow
The deceased awake from beyond their sleep.
Search for blood and mortal meat.
Maggots crawl out from their eyes.
Feel their pain, it's mournful cries.
Pull your veins, tear out your heart.
Consume the blood, feast on flesh.
Torn apart, intestines scattered.
Alimentary canal ripped and shattered.
Pieces of your body eaten.
Painful death as time stands still.
Where your mind bursts in torture.
Feel your soul be torn apart.
Demons crawling through your system.
Hell has risen, the gods of pain.
Rip your skin, burn your bones.
Internal organs torn and drained.
Smell of flesh burnt to ashes.
Cries of death from hell.
Pain is all you revolve around.
Where the souls of Satan's grounds.
Rooms of eternal torture, reveal endurance of endless pain.
Disintegrating mortals, bodies burn.
There you feel the hellish torture.
Hellish torment, brutal butchering.
I got my eyes
I got my eyes on you
There's no one else
And there's no one else in this room
When I've some fun
When I've some fun
Dancing in the mood
When the morning comes
And when the morning comes
I'll be close to you (x2)
Forget it, the thing you have
Baby what you are?
Let the DJ plays the night
Cause the music so is right
When I with you
I got my eyes
I got my eyes on you
There's no one else
And there's on one else in this room
When I've some fun
When I've some fun
Dancing in the mood
When the morning comes
When the morning comes…
Forget it thing you have
Baby what you are?
Let the DJ plays the night
The music is playing laugh all right 'til the
Morning light
And I feel you
I got my eyes
I got my eyes on you
There's no one else
And there's no one else in this room
When I've some fun
When I've some fun
Dancing in the mood
When the morning comes
When the morning comes I'll be close to you
G ner dig
Men aldrig fr djupt
Sjunk ner i
Den vrld du har supt
Jag vet du
Blev dumpad igr
Av mig
Det hr r vad jag freslr:
Chorus:
Skaffa ett liv
Kp dig en drr
In genom vrlden
Du aldrig sg frr
Skriv en lt
Till Jabba Hot
Och slu
ta se fram emot
Den dag d jag gtt
Frstr du
Att jag blev sur
P dj
I ur skur
En spruta
Dk upp varje dag
Du blev med
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