It's Saturday Morning Like You've Never Seen It Before
General Knowledge: Your job - if you can cut it - will be to run the most sophisticated information system ever devised: the human brain. You! There in the back! Suck in that gut and wipe that smile off your face! The brain is serious business.
General Knowledge: Without you, the brain is nothing. Without your brain, you are nothing! It took three million years of research and development to make this lean, mean thinkin' machine what it is today. In those years, we had some successes [we see a photo of Albert Einstein] and some failures [and a picture of Ernest P. Worrell] .
General Knowledge: Real stress or imagined stress, it doesn't matter beans to your body crew. They can't tell the difference. Only you can.
Buzzy: Now remember, gang. If you get stressed out, just call on your general knowledge, balance your body crew, and get your cranium under command. Use your head, don't lose your head.
Hypothalamus: I'm only the hypothalamus. I only monitor all the automatic functions of the body. All the things you don't need to worry about. I'm used to being taken for granted. Blink, blink, breathe, breathe, day in, day out. Never a "Thank you," never a "Job well done."
Plot
This film was made by the U.S. government during World War II to show its young servicemen the results of "fooling around" with "loose women" overseas. Actual victims of such sexually transmitted diseases as syphilis and gonorrhea are shown, along with the physical deterioration that accompanies those diseases.
Keywords: archive-footage, bad-girl, battleship, brothel, brothel-madam, call-girl, deadly-disease, destroyer, disease, doctor
The chicken (Gallus gallus domesticus) is a domesticated fowl, a subspecies of the Red Junglefowl. As one of the most common and widespread domestic animals, and with a population of more than 24 billion in 2003, there are more chickens in the world than any other species of bird. Humans keep chickens primarily as a source of food, consuming both their meat and their eggs. The chicken's "cultural and culinary dominance" could be considered amazing to some in view of its believed domestic origin and purpose and it has "inspired contributions to culture, art, cuisine, science and religion" from antiquity to the present.
The traditional poultry farming view of the domestication of the chicken is stated in Encyclopædia Britannica (2007): "Humans first domesticated chickens of Indian origin for the purpose of cockfighting in Asia, Africa, and Europe. Very little formal attention was given to egg or meat production... " Recent genetic studies have pointed to multiple maternal origins in Southeast, East, and South Asia, but with the clade found in the Americas, Europe, the Middle East and Africa originating in the Indian subcontinent. From India the domesticated fowl made its way to the Persianized kingdom of Lydia in western Asia Minor, and domestic fowl were imported to Greece by the fifth century BC. Fowl had been known in Egypt since the 18th Dynasty, with the "bird that gives birth every day" having come to Egypt from the land between Syria and Shinar, Babylonia, according to the annals of Tutmose III.
Sarah Carey is a former Esat Telecom employee and former columnist for The Sunday Timesand The Irish Times. She is currently a radio presenter on Newstalk and has presented for TV3. She resigned from The Irish Times in March 2011 after an appearance on national television during which she defended leaking information from the Moriarty Tribunal about political donations from Denis O'Brien to Irish political parties.
Carey has a degree in History from Trinity College, Dublin and a post-graduate diploma in Business Studies from the Michael Smurfit Business School in University College Dublin. She has performed freelance PR/marketing work for a number of companies and the political party Fine Gael. She has also worked for Esat Digifone.
In 2002, she began writing the blog GUBU, "An Irish woman’s social, political and domestic commentary". Then Sunday Times Irish Editor Fiona McHugh, offered Carey a column after reading the blog. The Sunday Times column ended when she started writing a weekly opinion column for The Irish Times in 2008. The blog also ended in 2008.
Chicken, chicken,
You can't cluck too much for me.
Chicken, chicken,
Now come down off of that tree.
Chicken, chicken, chicken,
You can't cluck too much for me.
"C" is for the little chick
"H" for the momma hen
"I" cause I love that bird
"C" for the cluck, cluck
"K" for the Kackle, Kackle
"E" and the little "N"
C-H-I-C-K-E-N
That's the way to spell chicken
He said, "this ain't me, but I gotta eat
And feed my kid, y'know this place ain't cheap
Well you can saint or damn me but I don't care
Don't condemn me, don't commend me now..."
Another round, his guts spill out
Turns out his ships run aground and my head just swims around
"...so pour another, it's 3 AM, oh god this is insane
It's killing me, it's killing me
I know, I know I walked away but it's you I'll always blame
And it's killing me
If my liver swells up out on the floor
I'll nail it to your door..."
Don't be cheap, I've been discreet
And all these victories have been bittersweet
We both made our beds you just piss the sheets
Don't condemn me, don't condemn me now
"...I took my bow, I know that know, I just can't
Remember how we let these grapes turn so sour..."
So pour another, it's 4 AM, oh god this is insane
It's killing me, it's killing me
You're the one that ran away and attached yourself to chains
And it's killing me
If your heart swells up and spills out on the floor
I'd let it go
Surprise, surprise I'm here a three beer
Buzz has got the best of you again
You torn out what's left of my faith in
You I guess I'm too old to pretend
You're burning out
I kind of get the feeling that you're still the same,
You're burning out you haven't changed
I kind of get the feeling that you're still the same,
Well it gets so hard to keep my hed up
This time I just won't let up
You talk too much
I'm fed up
I bust yo lip - can you get up
I told you - I'd get you
What made you think I'd let you
Get away with murder
I bet you knew you'd see the day you regret you
ever fucked with me
Come and get me
Fuck with me
You will rest in pieces
Never mind what she says
Eat these cheerios - make grilled cheeses
Then I will whoop yo ass
I'ma fuck your sister
Can you spell relief?
I can P-U-S-S-Y
Can you guess how I get so high?
I can't take how you bring out the worst in me
You get the best of me
I can't let you get to me
Move - bigger they come
Move - harder they fall
War - sometimes you've gotta stand up and fight
This homicide was premeditated
My alibi cannot be faded
By the time they find the body
Me and my deejay rock the block party
Deejay please rock the Bob Marley
Let's tap the keg and get started
This weed makes me feel retarded
This beat's funky as a stripper who farted
Yea - see how they fall
One by one my enemies crawl
Let God sort em out
Kill em all
Trench coat mafia - sequel at the mall
I just won't shut up
Until you get the fuck up
I told you I won't let up
My skateboard - your face
Can you get up?
I can't take how you bring out the worst in me...
I can't take how you're constantly testing me
You get the best of me
Why won't you just leave me alone
Bigger they come
Harder they fall
Sometimes you've got to stand up and fight
Chicken - no I'm not movin
Chicken - get outta my fuckin way
Chicken - no I'm not losin
Motherfucker just walk away
Before you fall
He has many faces
Full moon cycle changes
Why leave the cages?
Why question nature?
How is it better?
Not in the world and not wantin'
He give any reason
Full moon turn of season
Why follow sages?
Why ask for Heaven?
Why give up prayin'?
Nothin' is worse than not wantin' to
[Incomprehensible]
A car in every garage
A chicken in every pot
A chicken in every pot
A chicken in every pot
A pot in every chicken
(music: s.macdonald/arcwelder lyrics: s.macdonald)
He who hesitates is me[
My indecision's yours to see
I have these words to say
But they don't come til you're away
All I want to do is define
The grey areas yours and mine
Mind races excuse excuse
I can't pry my tongue loose
[chorus]
I am a chickenshit
Libido's low my heart's with it
So I write this dubious hit
I am a chickenshit
The subject's getting old
I strike while the iron's cold
I could tell you anything
Except what my tongue won't bring
I've had enough of this
Wounds with a lemon twist
What's that on your left hand shadows of a wedding band
[chorus]
Why repeat the past
Memories will last
Not a lot to say
Say it anyway
What is past you now
Seems a sacred cow
All I wanted was to give us both some hope
I'm not good enough
I'm not strong enough
To be creator and destroyer of the rope
Are you sitting down
Yes you're sitting down
You should be running but your past's a ball and chain
You know all about the first step
But can you take what comes next
The wind's direction doesn't need a weather vane
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now
I was open but your walls were in the way
Just a little faith in me
Just a little empathy
You could be dealing with a different man today
Siddown
Sit down
Siddown
Sit down
he said, "this ain't me, but i gotta eat
and feed my kids, y'know this place ain't cheap
well you can saint or damn m ebut i don't care
don't condemn me, don't commend me now..."
another around, his guts spill out
turns out his ships run aground and my head just swims around
"...so pour another, it's 3 AM, oh god this is insane
it's killing me, it's killing me
i know, i know i walked away but it's you i'll always blame
and it's killing me
if my liver swells up and spills out on the floor
i'll nail it to your door..."
don't be cheap, i've been discreet
and all thses victories have been bittersweet
we both made our beds you just piss the sheets
don't condemn me, don't condemn me now
"...i took my bow, i know that now, i just can't
remember how we let these grapes turn so sour..."
so pour another it's 4 AM, oh god this insane
it's killing me, it's killing me
you're the on ethat ran away and attached yourself to chains
and its killing me
if your heart swells up and spills out on the floor
i'd let it go
suprise, suprise i'm here a three beer
buzz has got the best of you again
you torn out what's left of my faith in
you i guess i'm too old to pretend
you're burning out
i kind of get the feeling that you're still the same,
you're burning out you haven't changed
i kind of get the feeling that you're still the same,
he said, "this ain't me, but i gotta eat
and feed my kids, y'know this place ain't cheap
well you can saint or damn m ebut i don't care
don't condemn me, don't commend me now..."
another around, his guts spill out
turns out his ships run aground and my head just swims around
"...so pour another, it's 3 AM, oh god this is insane
it's killing me, it's killing me
i know, i know i walked away but it's you i'll always blame
and it's killing me
if my liver swells up and spills out on the floor
i'll nail it to your door..."
don't be cheap, i've been discreet
and all thses victories have been bittersweet
we both made our beds you just piss the sheets
don't condemn me, don't condemn me now
"...i took my bow, i know that now, i just can't
remember how we let these grapes turn so sour..."
so pour another it's 4 AM, oh god this insane
it's killing me, it's killing me
you're the on ethat ran away and attached yourself to chains
and its killing me
if your heart swells up and spills out on the floor
i'd let it go
suprise, suprise i'm here a three beer
buzz has got the best of you again
you torn out what's left of my faith in
you i guess i'm too old to pretend
you're burning out
i kind of get the feeling that you're still the same,
you're burning out you haven't changed
i kind of get the feeling that you're still the same,
head in the ground, you haven't changed
You're a chicken
Have you heard about me
Don't be a ...
I am here to set you free
Don't let a stranger sell you stories
Buyin' is cheap and so is lyin'
I've got a place already for you
The space between livin' and dyin'
You're a chicken
'Cause you've got a gutter mind
Don't be a ...
You can leave your fear behind
Can't you tell I'm in your corner
Don't you know I'll do it for you, you
We'd be too much together
And there is nothing we can't do, no no
Cock-a-doodle-doo to you
Cock-a-doodle-doo
You're a chicken
Have you heard about me
Don't be a ...
I am here to set you free
You just think I'm scared to party
Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't
Call me chicken ...
You can call me what you want, hey
You're a chicken
Cock-a-doodle-doo to you
You're a ...
Cock-a-doodle-doo to you
You're a chicken
Was born on a chicken farm near Nashville, Tennessee
7 billion chicken and me
One day I say hey hey, let's drop a little LSD
And I set my chicken free
And I set them free, and I set them free
And I set them free, and I set them free
Chicken in the caulyflower, chicken in the corn
Chicken in the kitchen, chicken in the barn
Chicken driving Cadillacs to Washington, D. C.
When I set my chicken free
And I set them free, yipee, and I set them free
And I set them free, and I set them free
Hüener am Bode u Hüener i der Luft
Hüener fahre Motorrad u Hüener sy schlächt druff
Hüener choufe vo der Stange, Hüener wärde grupft
U we sie Fädere hei gla när sy si völlig blutt
Hüener flüge bis zum Mars u chöme nie meh hei
U sie pluschtere sich uuf wäg jedem gleiten Ei
Es Huen bättet zum Omelett will's nid zum McDonald's wett
Wär weiss wo Gott deheimen isch: im Huen oder im Ei?
And I set them free, and I set them free
And I set them free, and I set them free
Eier wärde gstämplet, Hüener näh's genau
Es bsoffnigs Huen isch Coq au vin, Hüener stöh im Stou
U Hüener hüenere dasume u gäh enang ufs Dach
U wenn e Chare dürefahrt när si die Hüener flach
Hüener müesse scharre, der ganz Tag sy si dranne
Sie rysse sich der Arsch uuf u lande glych ir Pfanne
I ha myni Hüener usegla, will hie nid use cha
Itz hock i hie elei, aber d Hüener, die sy frei
And I set them free, and I set them free
And I set them free, and I set them free
I want chicken curry but there's no chicken in the shack
I want chicken curry but the chicken they are weg
I love chicken curry, I want the chicken back
Well, in your home she
Sent fire through my bones so i
I threw all the stones at her
I left her in the road goodnight
Ill leave you for the crows, hello
Are you friend or foe
Hey, theres a monkey in my bed said ed
And the universe is turning red
I dont know what it was she said
Something like ed is dead
ohhhhh no
Youre a wicked woman
Under my shoes everything will crawl
The places i tread will crumble and fall
You never take heed to anything at all
Your heads too big but your minds to small
Sounds running through my head
Well, in your home she
Sent fire through my bones so i
I threw all the stones at her
I left her in the road goodnight
Ill leave you for the crows, hello
Are you friend or foe
Goddamn, whatever happened to the man
Nobody listens to his words
Pretending that you think you know
Look out man
Its a long way below
Under my shoes everything will crawl
All the places i tread will crumble and fall
You never take heed to anything at all
Your heads too big but your minds to small
Hello hello i plucked a chicken cold
Hello hello i plucked a chicken cold
Hello hello do you hear at all
Hello hello hello hello
Sounds running through my head
Under my shoes everything will crawl
The places i tread will crumble and fall
You never take heed to anything at all