Plot
Joseph "Blake" Carrington runs an organic mini-farm on the outskirts of a large, southern town. His rustic lifestyle means he is a bit removed from his family: his wife spent the last decade pursuing a career in pediatrics; his teenage daughter, Tracy, wants independence; his 10-year-old son has been raised on television, video games and abundance. It's a typical day of drama and duties when a solar storm cuts power to the farm. Soon after they discover electricity and communications in town are at total blackout as well: Cell phones do not connect, battery powered radios get only static, nothing is transmitting from television networks. There is no way of knowing what is happening, except by word of mouth. All things in the outside world descend into chaos without electricity and communications. Resources diminish. For most a struggle of life and death ensues. The family must pull together and overcome their differences. They must discover what is happening and how they can survive.
Plot
Rome has now been changed to a modern African country where,amid much song and festivity,Julius Casar accepts the ruler's crown,although a sooth-sayer warns him to beware the Ides of March. Embittered ex-colleague Cassius,envious of Caesar's new status,enlists the support of a group of conspirators,including the previously loyal Brutus,and they kill Caesar, whose adopted son Octavius and friend Mark Antony obtain revenge on the murderers.
Keywords: based-on-play, shakespeare's-julius-caesar
Plot
After witnessing the murder of his parents a young billionaire makes a solemn vow to dress up like a bat and wage a one-man war on the rogues of Gotham. So get ready to see the Dark Knight the way you always dreamed of: singing and dancing!
Superman: Fuck you!::Batman: FUCK YOU!
Batman: You look cool in your tights... for an alien dick!
Batman: There's no God up here... only Batman!
Sweet Tooth: Well, well, well. It looks like you guys are up to your old TWIX!
Chase Meridian: We're all just pawns in a fucking game of chess!
T.G.I. Friday's Worker: I'm sorry but here at T.G.I. Fridays all we can offer you is lukewarm service and a forced fun atmosphere.
Batman: I'm Bruce Man - fuck! I'm Bat Wayne - fuck! Can I start over? I'm Batman - fuck! I'm Bruce Wayne.
Batman, Robin: A juicebox! And make it a Mott's goddammit!
Batman: You got my hopes up so high... and then you mugged and shot them in an alleyway.
Superman: Wait, you know my secret identity?::Green Lantern: It's a secret?
Plot
With a flu epidemic running rife, three new bumbling recruits are assigned to Inspector Mills police station. With help from Special Constable Gorse, they manage to totally wreck the operations of the police force and let plenty of criminals get away, even before they arrive at the station. They all have to prove themselves or else they'll be out of a job and Sergeant Wilkins will be transferred. Sub-plots include romances between Wilkins and Moon, Constable and Passworthy.
Keywords: carry-on, character-name-in-title, detective-sergeant, dog, independent-film, police, sequel, sergeant
Tha hilarious "Carry On' team in their newest laughter hit! [Australian poster]
Everybody but everybody must see Carry on Constable [UK quad poster]
The Clowning Achievement of the Year ! ! ! [UK one sheet poster]
Oh! What a Carry On When that Crazy Bunch Join the Police Force [Australian press book]
That hilarious "CARRY ON" Shower in their Greatest Laughter Hit !
That hilarious Carry On Shower in another riot of Laughter!
Const. Charlie Constable: May I help you madam?::Agitated woman outside ladies' loo: [searching through her handbag] I could certainly use a copper!::[looking around, Charlie, noticing the ladies convenience behind them, pulls a coin out of his pocket and holds it up]::Const. Charlie Constable: Here you go, have this one on me!::Agitated woman outside ladies' loo: [accepting the coin] Oh, ta!
Mrs. May: [drunkenly] As a connoisseur of police personalities, let me state that I have never before been arrested with such charm. Never! I salute her!
Sergeant Frank Wilkins: Well Sergeant Moon, it's happened.::Sergeant Laura Moon: Threatened to transfer you, has he?::Sergeant Frank Wilkins: Oh that crafty little... if you weren't a lady I'd say it.::Sergeant Laura Moon: If you weren't a gentleman I'd expect you to.
Plot
In 1763, felon Abby Hale is sentenced to slavery in America. In Virginia, heroic Capt. Holden buys her, intending to free her, but villain Garth foils this plan, and Abby toils at Dave Bone's tavern. Garth is fomenting an Indian uprising to clear the wilderness of settlers, giving him a monopoly of the fur trade. Holden discovers Garth's treachery, but cannot prove anything against him. Can Holden and Abby save Fort Pitt from the Senecas? Many hairbreadth escapes.
Keywords: 1760s, allegheny-mountains, based-on-novel, blacksmith, bondage, canoe, chief-pontiac, colonial-america, compass, epic
Crimson-haired slave girl . . . desired by a man of destiny! Together they shared the thrills of the most daring spectacle De Mille ever filmed !
THEY LIVE AGAIN! DAUNTLESS MEN and WOMEN WHO KEPT AMERICA UNCONQUERED! (original ad - almost all caps)
I bought this woman for my own..and I'll kill the man who touches her!
From A People Like This Came America's Heritage. In A Story Like This Lies America's Greatness!
Lord Chief Justice: Slavery in the colonies or the gallows here? Speak up, girl! Which is it to be?::Abigail 'Abby' Martha Hale: [Resignedly] Slavery, My Lord.
Shopkeeper at the ball: You can't burn my place! It took me two years to build that store!::Capt. Christopher Holden: It'll take you all eternity to grow a new scalp.
Martin Garth: The King's Law moves with the king's muskets, and there are very few King's muskets west of the alleghenies.
John Fraser - blacksmith: I don't know what the Good Lord was about when he made a female out of a perfectly good rib.
Plot
Gangster Eddie Kagel is killed by a trusted lieutenant and finds himself in Harry Redmond Jr's special-effects Hell, where Nick/The Devil sees that he is an-exact double for a judge who Nick doesn't approve of. Eddie is agreeable to having his soul transferred to the judge's body, as it will give him a chance to avenge himself on his killer. But every action taken by Eddie (as the judge) results in good rather than evil and, to Nick's dismay, the reputation and influence of the judge is enhanced, rather than impaired by Eddie. And Eddie also falls in love with the judge's fiancée, Barbara. Even Eddie's planned revenge fails and Nick is forced to concede defeat. He returns to Hell, taking Eddie with him, after Eddie has extracted his promise that Nick will not molest the judge or Barbara in the future.
Keywords: deal-with-the-devil, devil, double-cross, falling-out-a-window, fight, fire, four-word-title, gangster, hell, judge
The strange story of Eddie Kagle... the man they couldn't keep down!
Barbara Foster: All I know is wherever you're going, I want to go too.::Eddie Kagle: You don't belong where I'm going honey.
Brazen Girl: [in Hell] Feels like this in Florida sometimes.
Eddie Kagle: Wipe that smile off your mug!
Eddie Kagle: Take a powder.::Albert, Parker's Servant: Take a powder sir? Oh, you mean scram.
Nick: My children, my children, you'd be lost without me.
Nick: [upon hearing a ruckus] What in my domain is that?
Plot
The young, handsome, but somewhat wild Eugene Morgan wants to marry Isabel Amberson, daughter of a rich upper-class family, but she instead marries dull and steady Wilbur Minafer. Their only child, George, grows up a spoiled brat. Years later, Eugene comes back, now a mature widower and a successful automobile maker. After Wilbur dies, Eugene again asks Isabel to marry him, and she is receptive. But George resents the attentions paid to his mother, and he and his whacko aunt Fanny manage to sabotage the romance. A series of disasters befall the Ambersons and George, and he gets his come-uppance in the end.
Keywords: 1870s, 1890s, 1900s, 19th-century, aristocrat, aunt, automobile, automobile-accident, automobile-factory, automobile-manufacturer
From the Man who Made "The Best Picture of 1941"
Orson Welles' Mercury Production of Booth Tarkington's Great Novel
Real life screened more daringly than it's ever been before!
Narrator: Something had happened. A thing which, years ago, had been the eagerest hope of many, many good citizens of the town, and now it had come at last; George Amberson Mainafer had got his comeuppance. He got it three times filled, and running over. But those who had so longed for it were not there to see it, and they never knew it. Those who were still living had forgotten all about it and all about him.
Lucy: What are you studying at school?::George: College.::Lucy: College.::George: Oh, lots of useless guff.::Lucy: Why don't you study some useful guff?::George: What do you mean, useful?::Lucy: Something you'd use later in your business or profession.::George: I don't intend to go into any business or profession.::Lucy: No?::George: No.::Lucy: Why not?::George: Well, just look at them. That's a fine career for a man, isn't it? Lawyers, bankers, politicians. What do they ever get out of life, I'd like to know. What do they know about real things? What do they ever get?::Lucy: What do you want to be?::George: [fatuously] A yachtsman! [Lucy reacts with astonishment]
[first lines]::Narrator: The magnificence of the Ambersons began in 1873. Their splendor lasted throughout all the years that saw their midland town spread and darken into a city. In that town, in those days, all the women who wore silk or velvet knew all the other women who wore silk or velvet, and everybody knew everybody else's family horse and carriage. The only public conveyance was the streetcar. A lady could whistle to it from an upstairs window, and the car would halt at once and wait for her, while she shut the window, put on her hat and coat, went downstairs, found an umbrella, told the girl what to have for dinner, and came forth from the house. Too slow for us nowadays, because the faster we're carried, the less time we have to spare. During the earlier years of this period, while bangs and bustles were having their way with women, there were seen men of all ages to whom a hat meant only that rigid, tall silk thing known to impudence as a stovepipe. But the long contagion of the derby had arrived. One season the crown of this hat would be a bucket; the next it would be a spoon. Every house still kept its bootjack, but high-top boots gave way to shoes and congress gaiters, and these were played through fashions that shaped them now with toes like box ends, and now with toes like the prows of racing shells. Trousers with a crease were considered plebian; the crease proved that the garment had lain upon a shelf and hence was ready-made. With evening dress, a gentleman wore a tan overcoat, so short that his black coattails hung visible five inches below the overcoat. But after a season or two, he lengthened his overcoat till it touched his heels. And he passed out of his tight trousers into trousers like great bags. In those days, they had time for everything. Time for sleigh rides, and balls, and assemblies, and cotillions, and open house on New Year's, and all-day picnics in the woods, and even that prettiest of all vanished customs: the serenade. Of a summer night, young men would bring an orchestra under a pretty girl's window, and flute, harp, fiddle, cello, cornet, bass viol, would presently release their melodies to the dulcet stars. Against so home-spun a background, the magnificence of the Ambersons was as conspicuous as a brass band at a funeral.
George: I said, automobiles are a useless nuisance. Never amount to anything but a nuisance. They had no business to be invented.
Maj. Amberson: So your devilish machines are going to ruin all your old friend, eh Gene? Do you really think they're going to change the face of the land?::Eugene: They're already doing it major and it can't be stopped. Automobiles... [cut off by George]::George: Automobiles are a useless nuisance.::George: What did you say George?::George: I said automobiles are a useless nuisance. Never amount to anything but a nuisance and they had no business to be invented.::Jack: Of course you forget that Mr. Morgan makes them, also did his share in inventing them. If you weren't so thoughtless, he might think you were rather offensive.::Eugene: I'm not sure George is wrong about automobiles. With all their speed forward they may be a step backward in civilization. May be that they won't add to the beauty of the world or the life of the men's souls, I'm not sure. But automobiles have come and almost all outwards things will be different because of what they bring. They're going to alter war and they're going to alter peace. And I think men's minds are going to be changed in subtle ways because of automobiles. And it may be that George is right. May be that in ten to twenty years from now that if we can see the inward change in men by that time, I shouldn't be able to defend the gasoline engine but agree with George - that automobiles had no business to be invented.
[last lines]::Eugene: Fanny, I wish you could have seen Georgie's face when he saw Lucy. You know what he said to me when we went into that room? He said, "You must have known my mother wanted you to come here today, so that I could ask you to forgive me." We shook hands. I never noticed before how much like Isabel Georgie looks. You know something, Fanny? I wouldn't tell this to anybody but you. But it seemed to me as if someone else was in that room. And that through me, she brought her boy unto shelter again. And that I'd been true at last, to my true love.
Roger Bronson: [to George] The law's a jealous mistress and a stern mistress.
Narrator: George Amberson-Minafer walked home through the strange streets of what seemed to be a strange city. For the town was growing... changing... it was heaving up in the middle, incredibly; it was spreading incredibly. And as it heaved and spread, it befouled itself and darkened its skies. This was the last walk home he was ever to take up National Avenue, to Amberson Edition, and the big old house at the foot of Amberson Boulevard. Tommorow they were to move out. Tomorrow everything would be gone.
Maj. Amberson: It must be the sun. There wasn't anything here but the sun in the first place. Sun... Earth came out of the sun, and we came out of the Earth. So, whatever we are... it must have been the Earth.
Citizen: Wilbur Minafer. Quiet man. Town'll hardly know he's gone.
Plot
On the eve of an American Legion convention, National Commander Metcalf and District Attorney Dan Blaine, also a Legionaire, go to Lou Tanner, local race-track manager, and ask him to close the track before the delegates arrive. Tanner refuses, in the presence of Kimball, a wealthy stable-owner and arms manufacturer. The latter invites Dan and Metcalf to dinner. While Dan dances with Mimball's pretty secretary, Eve Rogers, Kimball tells Metcalf he will see to it that the track closes if the Commander will use his influence to have the Legion defeat a certain bill pending before Congress---an arms-control act that would limit the sale of guns to private citizens. Metcalf declines, for Legion sentiment is strongly in favor of the bill(this is a fictional movie.) Craig, an aide to Kimball, tears a page from the classified directory and circles a costumer who can provide him with a Legion uniform, rents the uniform under an assumed name, and as soon as he leaves, signals to Lawlor, a henchman, who enters the store and kills the owner. THe morning of the big parade, Metcalf is expected at his office at 9:30; Kimball telephones Tanner and, posing as Metcalf, asks him to call at the Legion headquarters at 9:20. Craig, dressed as an Legionaire, waits for tanner and kills him with a gun fitted with a silencer. He then waits for Metcalf in the outer office and pretending to make a contribution to the Commander's collection of firearms, presents him with the gun he used to murder Tanner. Metcalf is charged with murder. Kimball summons Dan, saying he can clear Metcalf by producing the man who gave Metcalf the gun. His intention is to dress the murdered costumer in Craig's rented-uniform. In turn, Kimball demands support for killing the pending arms bill. Dan refuses. Now, as the convention is about to begin, its Commander is in jail charged with murder and this is not good publicity. But, possibly, if Eve discovers the torn directory page, it may give Dan a clue to who the killer is. Especially if the 13th-billed Jimmy Hollywood (as Sid Hinkle) can mimic Kimball's voice.
Keywords: 1930s, american-legion, arms-manufacturer, b-movie, classified-ad, clue, confession, costume-shop, costumer, damsel-in-distress
THE LEGION GOES "OVER THE TOP" TO DRIVE THE UNDERWORLD UNDERCOVER! (original poster-all caps)
GANGDOM CRINGES BEFORE THE LEGION'S FURY! (original 6-sheet poster - all caps)
100,000 LEGIONAIRES ON A MANHUNT! (original 1-sheet poster - all caps)
TERROR WHILE THE LEGION MARCHES! (original 3-sheet poster - all caps)
100,000 FIGHTING LEGIONAIRES STALK KILLERS TO THEIR DOOM! (original 22x28 card - all caps)
Plot
In early spring of 1833, the smoldering resentment of American settlers in Texas against their oppression by Mexico dictator General Santa Anna/Ana coming to a head. When a decree is issued that no more Americans may enter Texas, William H. Wharton, fiery head of a faction determined on independence or nothing, warns Stephen F. Austin that the time for half-measures is past. Austin, responsible for bringing the Americans to Texas as colonists, reminds Wharton that a settler's revolt against Mexico would dishonor his name and the arrangements he had with the Mexican government. He gets the "Whartonites" to agree to a general convention of all colonists. Almerian Dickinson, biggest land owner in the settlement of Gonzales, deeply in love with his wife Anne, warns Wharton that a bloody revolt would endanger every wife and mother in the colony. He proposes they send Austin to Mexico City to ask Santa Anna to grant Texans a voice in their own government. After months in Mexico City of waiting to see Santa Anna, Austin is granted a mock interview and then arrested and thrown into a dungeon. In Texas, the months pass with no news from Austin and Wharton goes to work in earnest in early 1835 to fan the fires of revolution. Santa Anna decides to march troops north and finish off the rebel "gringos" - a description that only came later in the conflict - once and for all, and frees Austin to serve as an example. The Texans, under Dickinson and William Barrett Travis, send the advance Mexican troops back across the border in retreat. Austin goes for help from the United States, and the Texans fortify themselves at the old Alamo mission in Bejar with Travis in command. And one February morning, his scouts bring news that Santa Anna is coming with an army of 5,000 men. Anne Dickinson takes her baby, rides for Bejar (San Antonio), slips through the Mexican lines and joins her husband in the beleaguered fort to his mingled joy and horror. The Mexican troops storm the walls day after day but are thrown back by the 183 defenders. At dawn, March 6, 1836, Santa Anna orders the buglers to sound the "deguello" (No quarter) and the final assault begins.
Keywords: actor-shares-first-name-with-character, alamo, sam-houston, siege, texas
A Spectacular Epic of the Birth of Texas.
THEY DIED TO FREE AN EMPIRE!
Valiant Courage And Love!
To The Last Man...They Defended Texas Liberty!
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Paris is burning
The city alight
the club kids on fire
they're doing it right
they're keeping it punk rock
they're keeping it tight
ripping out speakers
and pumping hi-fi
A higher love that rises above
Rises above yeah a higher love
See the silver set beneath the stars
a hundred million voices that cry as ours
The hoods are all right
the climate is rising
pollution is high
you better take cover
get caught in the sights
A higher love that rises above
Rises above yeah a higher love
See the silver set beneath the stars
a hundred million voices that cry as ours
To rise above it all above our hearts
she gave everthing everything to me
See the silver set beneath the stars
a hundred million voices that cry as ours
To rise above it all above our hearts
she gave everthing everything to me
See the silver set beneath the stars
a hundred million voices that cry as ours
To rise above it all above our hearts
Words that taunt, a face that sneers
Is it envy or is it fear?
What gives you the right to criticise?
When you lead such useless lives
Upright citizen
The law is always on your side
You're never stuck for a place to hide
As time goes by your vision goes
You can't see past the end of your nose
Corrupting your children, telling lies
Complacent cowards, wasting your lives
You've got freedom of speech and nothing to say
Put your trust in politicians and believe you're safe
Say you're respectable, put on your disguise
When faced with the truth you close your eyes
There are millions of you and more will follow
Excuse me Mr
Excuse me Ms
I got a problem
I got a lot of em
Are you right here with me
Are you listening
Do you feel similar
Feel anything
There's no relief for me
I'm just a person
I bow and bend
Afraid of everything
Just a citizen
I can't breathe out
I can't breathe in
I can't explain the state I'm in
It's getting harder
It's getting hard
Personal exile is a personal utopia. Anonymity is bliss.
A faceless nirvana amidst this horde of neon-huffing human refuse.
Strung out on fluorescence and pure-cut incandescence.
For you to tell me I'm way out of line, kid
Is an understatement
Today I'm bold enough to start a war on
Everyone around me
And if you run, don't ever stop...
When you retreat again
Make it far enough to lose your way back
I'll be a gentleman
And leave it to you to keep your distance
To say the least, I've been so very tired of you
Of all of this
Time and again, trying to bury you
God it feels better now
Like an empire crumbling at my feet
I saw your character cracking
And it was call and response
Now I no longer hear you
I was so many things before being honest
And I'll be so many more before I do it again
These words are alleviation
I'll brush you out of my head
I'm not taking myself back to prison
I'll bring myself back from the dead
This is a day without
A trace of reason
No matter where you turn
And the walls will fall
Affirming nothing
So what's it all about?
Call on a bright star
Or play your hand as an intellect
Wounds always speak too loud
Get along for awhile
See the sin in the sea
How the innocent are bound to the damned
What is, just is, I know
So we're trapped by answers
Love haunts to the end
Are we all to ride
The edge of nothing?
Shake hands if I deny
And if they don't know
Their heart is stopping
Cause everyone is right
Get along for awhile
See the sin in the sea
How the innocent are bound to the damned
What is, just is, I know
So we're trapped by answers
Love haunts to the end
From the moment that we're born
Till we're old and tired out
Do we ever know?
From the moment that were born
Till we're old and tired out
I have not seen horrible things
That must mean they're not happening
The World is a dream
As seen on TV
I'm only scared when they tell me to be
The path of my life
Is too big to see
I take tiny steps
Such minimal and worthless things I get myself into
I get myself in two
And paragraphs rest angry words onto a landscape
That sinks me down to a level much lower than that
Of an angry kid with loaded words and too many silences
And I am looking back on these past few years
I've led myself on to think I'm better than this
I can't be better than this
Say what you wanted to say
The glory days have worn away
Stranded, we aren't the hopeless
Stranded, we aren't the hopeless
We've got it figured out or so it may seem
The city's getting darker by the second
And we're losing sleep and losing friends in time
Where did all the weekends go
The wasted time and youth
Thin lines again
I never knew just what I've missed
But it's hit or miss this time
I've paid my dues now it's time to get this right
I know that things are changing now
I know that things are changing now
I know that things are changing
The only place I know has turned on me
Take a look into the setting sun
Forced to cope with every roadblock this drive placed in
our way. On and on, we're holding back. On and on, I'm
trying to forget that we're two hours away from home. No
signs of hope. I'm starting to think i'm coming home. I
think my sanity's closing with the day. I'd like to think
that we move on and on and on to better things. A night
stranded in Cleveland was the only thing we needed to get
this fucking town on the move. (A ten hour drive, yet so
My skin is stretched over lonely bones. Can't help but
choke with your hands on my throat. It's hard to make up
for your moves when they are set in stone. I assumed you
were on your way. Another new face for every passing day.
You say it's temporary but you can't escape yourself from
past mistakes. You're a constant reminder of the sound.
Replace tonight with better things, and make my better
days. I've got this kind of hate that I can't keep put
away. And what's the point of waiting when you got
nothing to lose? Tear out my eyes. Bleed alive. I've
fallen out of light. You're a constant reminder of the
I'll sleep outside,
Bury myself on a winter night.
I'll let you do the things you want to,
I'd rather die alone if I have to.
If you don't mind I think I'll stay at home tonight,
My resolution says the things that I've been trying to,
That I'm dying to.
So shut my eyes,
Take my life,
Sit alone and drown again.
I'd like to take you up for taking me down.
And I'd love to kill the mood to stay in solitude.
So shut my eyes,
Take my life,
by citizen
copyright 2008 citizen music
(http://www.myspace.com/citizenpunk)
verse:
9 to 5 and 5 to nine
One day closer to that line
Cross our hearts and hope for lies
Feed us til all our dreams have died
Busted hands and broken hope
As our hate ties the rope
Around our necks and worn as pride
Where your true colors really shine
Chorus:
I’m done fighting for
All your broken promises
I’m just wishing for
One more chance to make it right
I’m done dying for
Your American dream
I’m just living for
My freedom from you
verse:
Chances gone and wounds to mend
Sleeping on a concrete bed
Dues are paid and lives now lost
Does this pride warrant their cost
Statues fall now at our feet
With blood running in our streets
Our nation weaker every day
Corruption running in our veins
And I hear you’ve ended up fine.
And I’ve heard you’re making out alright.
I’ve heard you still don’t like the cold outside,
And I’ve heard you still got trouble tracking time.
And I heard you said one time,
That I never even fucking cross your mind.
I guess I’ll act like that’s fine,
I don't give enough to take back what I own.
My stories are told out of broken homes.
I could be a bit better if I kill off this ghost.
I'm alone.
I bleed from the inside,
And I won't tell anyone.
I'm nowhere to find,
But I couldn't care it all.
Live like a ghost to keep me from talking, til' you
notice where I'm at,
Cause I couldn't care at all.
Nowhere to hide, and nowhere to run to when nobody
listens.
I'm just a liar that's tired of trying.
I'll pick myself apart cause I couldn't care at all.
Maybe I'm too quick to guess,
Throwing words again.
I keep cutting ties with my piece of mind
So I can get this out.
At times I count myself out,
Wait for days till I can be found.
At times I'm just down and out,
Wait for days till I can be found.
Once I'm alive again,
Once I'm alive I start to love again,
If my lungs would motivate the words to come out, I'd
probably say "I'm dying to leave." It's been a long time
since I've felt right. I've been counting down the days.
It's been a long time since I've felt right. This home
isn't home to me. (I've never felt more alone. This town
Another night out on the docks with the lights on.
Steve's trying to light up a fire in the backyard.
I always told him that it'd never work for us.
We're growing up, it's been the longest time,
since we've been downtown,
yeah, since we've been downtown.
The winters over, yeah its been a few weeks.
I'm counting down till, I'm counting down till now.
Now that we have to go!
Now that we have to go!
Now that we have to go!
All my friends think I'm just stainless.
All my friends think I'm just stainless.
Another night out on the docks with the lights on.
Steve's trying to light up a fire in the backyard.
I always told him that it'd never work for us.
It's been awhile since we've walked down these back
streets.
I never felt so wrong in defeat.
I always thought this can't be good for us.
Hanging out in parking lots and,
stealing shit from cars on the weekend.
In the end we thought nothing was wrong.
But, all my friends think,
all my friends think I'm the one who's wrong.
Another night out on the docks with the lights on.
Steve's trying to light up a fire in the backyard.
I always told him that it'd never work for us.
It's been awhile since we've walked down these back
streets.
I never felt so wrong in defeat.
I always thought this can't be good for us.
And all my friends think,
all my friends think I'm the one who's wrong.
And all my friends think,
all my friends think I'm the one who's wrong.
Another night out on the docks with the lights on.
Steve's trying to light up a fire in the backyard.
I always told him that it'd never work for us.
It's been awhile since we've walked down these back
streets.
I never felt so wrong in defeat.