Plot
In this follow-up to the popular 1997 documentary, Denise Crosby returns for another look at fans of the "Star Trek" franchise. This time there are interviews with fans from other countries, updates on fans featured in the first film, and performances by "Star Trek"-themed "filk" bands.
Keywords: apartment, celebrity, convention, costume, devotion, ebay, england, europe, fan, fandom
How much is too much?
Plot
In this follow-up to the popular 1997 documentary, Denise Crosby returns for another look at fans of the "Star Trek" franchise. This time there are interviews with fans from other countries, updates on fans featured in the first film, and performances by "Star Trek"-themed "filk" bands.
Keywords: apartment, celebrity, convention, costume, devotion, ebay, england, europe, fan, fandom
How much is too much?
Plot
In this follow-up to the popular 1997 documentary, Denise Crosby returns for another look at fans of the "Star Trek" franchise. This time there are interviews with fans from other countries, updates on fans featured in the first film, and performances by "Star Trek"-themed "filk" bands.
Keywords: apartment, celebrity, convention, costume, devotion, ebay, england, europe, fan, fandom
How much is too much?
Plot
In this follow-up to the popular 1997 documentary, Denise Crosby returns for another look at fans of the "Star Trek" franchise. This time there are interviews with fans from other countries, updates on fans featured in the first film, and performances by "Star Trek"-themed "filk" bands.
Keywords: apartment, celebrity, convention, costume, devotion, ebay, england, europe, fan, fandom
How much is too much?
Plot
In this follow-up to the popular 1997 documentary, Denise Crosby returns for another look at fans of the "Star Trek" franchise. This time there are interviews with fans from other countries, updates on fans featured in the first film, and performances by "Star Trek"-themed "filk" bands.
Keywords: apartment, celebrity, convention, costume, devotion, ebay, england, europe, fan, fandom
How much is too much?
Plot
In this follow-up to the popular 1997 documentary, Denise Crosby returns for another look at fans of the "Star Trek" franchise. This time there are interviews with fans from other countries, updates on fans featured in the first film, and performances by "Star Trek"-themed "filk" bands.
Keywords: apartment, celebrity, convention, costume, devotion, ebay, england, europe, fan, fandom
How much is too much?
Plot
In this follow-up to the popular 1997 documentary, Denise Crosby returns for another look at fans of the "Star Trek" franchise. This time there are interviews with fans from other countries, updates on fans featured in the first film, and performances by "Star Trek"-themed "filk" bands.
Keywords: apartment, celebrity, convention, costume, devotion, ebay, england, europe, fan, fandom
How much is too much?
Plot
In this follow-up to the popular 1997 documentary, Denise Crosby returns for another look at fans of the "Star Trek" franchise. This time there are interviews with fans from other countries, updates on fans featured in the first film, and performances by "Star Trek"-themed "filk" bands.
Keywords: apartment, celebrity, convention, costume, devotion, ebay, england, europe, fan, fandom
How much is too much?
Plot
In this follow-up to the popular 1997 documentary, Denise Crosby returns for another look at fans of the "Star Trek" franchise. This time there are interviews with fans from other countries, updates on fans featured in the first film, and performances by "Star Trek"-themed "filk" bands.
Keywords: apartment, celebrity, convention, costume, devotion, ebay, england, europe, fan, fandom
How much is too much?
Four nations playing ball.
England i/ˈɪŋɡlənd/ is a country that is part of the United Kingdom. It shares land borders with Scotland to the north and Wales to the west; the Irish Sea is to the north west, the Celtic Sea to the south west, while the North Sea to the east and the English Channel to the south separate it from continental Europe. Most of England comprises the central and southern part of the island of Great Britain in the North Atlantic. The country also includes over 100 smaller islands such as the Isles of Scilly and the Isle of Wight.
The area now called England was first inhabited by modern humans during the Upper Palaeolithic period, but it takes its name from the Angles, one of the Germanic tribes who settled during the 5th and 6th centuries. England became a unified state in AD 927, and since the Age of Discovery, which began during the 15th century, has had a significant cultural and legal impact on the wider world. The English language, the Anglican Church, and English law—the basis for the common law legal systems of many other countries around the world—developed in England, and the country's parliamentary system of government has been widely adopted by other nations. The Industrial Revolution began in 18th-century England, transforming its society into the world's first industrialised nation. England's Royal Society laid the foundations of modern experimental science.
James Foley (born December 28, 1953) is an American film director and screenwriter. He was born in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, New York, the son of a lawyer. His 1986 film At Close Range was entered into the 36th Berlin International Film Festival.
Foley has also directed the following music videos for Madonna (under the pseudonym "Peter Percher"):
By: jimmy buffett, buzz cason
1971
I have watched as the sun went down
I have crashed as the room spun around
Now she's gone, she can't be found
And I'm down where I've been before
Sat and watched as she bolts out the door
Can't explain why the woman's sore
It's gonna rain some more
Chorus:
Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was england
Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare
Now I wonder if's she's there
'cause she took every cent of mine
Paid it all to the pan am line
Though she's gone, I hope she's fine
Fly love of mine
Chorus:
Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was england
Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare
Now I wonder if's she's there
So tally-ho
Jolly good show
I live and die through England
Through England
It leaves a sadness
Remedies never were within my reach
I cannot go on as I am
Withered vine reaching from the country
That I love
England
You leave a taste
A bitter one
I have searched for your springs
But people, they stagnate with time
Like water, like air
To you, England, I cling
Undaunted, never failing love for you
We shipped on board the Maryanne
To find a better life
And we walked across the water
When she broke up on the ice
We came ashore in Carbonear
With nothing but our rights
And I wondered if I e'er again
Would see my London lights
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland
Where the wind cuts like a knife
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our native soil
To chase a wish and hunt the Fish
And on the rocks to toil
We were far from the shores of England
We spend our days amid the waves
Working water, hook and twine
We would go for weeks with blistered cheeks
Waiting for the sun to shine
But as long as the sky hold over us
We will not taste the brine
And we'll curse the cod
With the fear of God
As we haul in every line
Should we find Fortune's Favour
And be spared from the gale
We will live off honest labour
With our hearts as big as sails
But if I should die don't bury me
Or leave me to the sea
Please send my bones back to my home
I hate this war
Can't take any more
It's a real gas
How long does it last
I don't wanna die for England
I don't wanna die at all
I I I I OOOO
I I I I OOOO
I got my uniform
Now it's battle torn
I'm wet and I'm cold
What a way to grow old
I don't wanna die for England
England will survive
I I I I OOOO
I I I I OOOO
I I I I OOOO
I I I I OOOO
I don't wanna die for England
I don't wanna die at all
I don't wanna die for England
Mount the high horse
And dogs will follow
The scent of innocence
The wars of the roses
Sounding the charge
Down in history
The hand that offers
The heart is unfaithful
Full of broken promise
And hidden in the hollow
A blood-red coat
White to the bone
Fit for a queen
And the cloven foot
A trophy animal
Someone send a runner
Through the weather that I'm under
For the feeling that I lost today
Someone send a runner
For the feeling that I lost today
Someone send a runner
Through the weather that I'm under
For the feeling that I lost today
Someone send a runner
For the feeling that I lost today
You must be somewhere in London
You must be loving your life in the rain
You must be somewhere in London
Walking Abbey Lane
I don't even think to make
I don't even think to make
I don't even think to make corrections
Famous angels never come through England
England gets the ones you never need
I'm in a Los Angeles cathedral
Minor singing airheads sing for me
Put an ocean and a river
Between everybody else,
Between everything, yourself, and home
Put an ocean and a river
Between everything, yourself, and home
You must be somewhere in London
You must be loving your life in the rain
You must be somewhere in London
Walking Abbey Lane
I don't even think to make
I don't even think to make
I don't even think to make corrections
Famous angels never come through England
England gets the ones you never need
I'm in a Los Angeles cathedral
Minor singing airheads sing for me
Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners
Afraid of the house, 'cause they're desperate to
I hate this war
Can't take any more
It's a real gas
How long does it last
I don't wanna die for England
I don't wanna die at all
I I I I OOOO
I I I I OOOO
I got my uniform
Now it's battle torn
I'm wet and I'm cold
What a way to grow old
I don't wanna die for England
England will survive
I I I I OOOO
I I I I OOOO
I I I I OOOO
I I I I OOOO
I don't wanna die for England
I don't wanna die at all
I don't wanna die for England
Didn't hear the bugle call
I was born under a wandering star
in the second council house of virgo
Forceply removed from the belly of my ma
and raised on milk and pernod
So just lie back and think of England
Because I've slid down banisters
for judges and barristers
readers' wives' husbands
with toothless decay
I've been GBH'd and ABH'd
for a packet of B & H
I've been taken
and I've been driven away
I was fornicating
before I could read or write
and now I can't stop, sir
I graduated from the university of life
and the school of hard knocks, sir
And my telephone is always ringing
and my number is triple X directory
Call 0898 treble three
Talk dirty to me
Oh come all ye unfaithful
joyful, triumphant and pathetically weak
I've been Amsterdamned, reeperbahned
wham bam no thankyou mammed
If the spirit is willing
then the telephone's cheap
And if you want to step outside love
you can step outside love, with me
You can step outside with me
And if we ever meet again
Don't know where
and I don't care when
I'm gonna help you with your sickness like a Jehova's
witness
you'll be born again
and again, and again
Just lie back, close your eyes
and think of England
God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us;
God save the Queen!
O Lord our God arise,
Scatter her enemies
And make them fall;
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On Thee our hopes we fix,
God save us all!
Thy choicest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour;
Long may she reign;
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen!
Not in this land alone,
But be God's mercies known,
From shore to shore!
Lord make the nations see,
That men should brothers be,
And form one family,
The wide world over.
From every latent foe,
From the assassins blow,
God save the Queen!
O'er her thine arm extend,
For Britain's sake defend,
Our mother, prince, and friend,
God save the Queen!
Lord grant that Marshal Wade
May by thy mighty aid
Victory bring.
May he sedition hush,
And like a torrent rush,
Rebellious Scots to crush.
God save the King!
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
The kids are restless
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
They just need something to do
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
From Illford to Ladywell
The streets have become cruel
He said I will not listen
And I won't be told
England is mine
I will take what I want
He said I will not listen
And I won't be told
We will roll these Satanic moods
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
They stood on his fingers
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Kicked the back of his head like a ball
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
They filmed the beating
On their mobile phones
He said I will not listen
And I won't be told
England is mine
I will take what I want
He said I will not listen
And I won't be told
We will make up our own rules
I'm waiting for something cruel...
I'm waiting for something cruel...
I'm waiting for something cruel...
I'm waiting for something cruel...
I'm just waiting for something cruel...
I'm just waiting for something cruel...
I've just come back from England
With astounding, scientific sort of news
There exist in England living creatures
Much the same as me and you.
Sure, it sounds fantastic though,
But facts are facts most everywhere
That was in New York, it was in Paris, maybe the coast of Peru
No no no, no not fair, it was England
Yes it was, it was England
Yes it was, it was in her coal
How was England weather? much like ours but with a moister sort of air.
Their communication? much like ours but with a drier sort of air.
Reproduction? good question: final big surprise in there:
That's just like New York, just like Paris, just like the coast of Peru
No no no, me and her, there in England
Me and her, there in England
Me and her, there in England, oh
No no no, lots of fun, there in England
Lots of fun, there in England
Lots of fun, there in England, oh
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
No no no, lots of fun, there in England
Lots of fun, there in England
Lots of fun, there and you know?
Allright, I could tell you darling
That you feel it's just some wild wild fantasy.
In a parallel existence
Where we thought we masters really ought to be
Sure, go on and doubt it, that
I dreamt it up but friend I know
That everywhere is just like England
Everywhere is just like England
And England's just like everywhere I know
No no no, Everywhere is just like England
Everywhere is just like England
As I stand up over the fields
to my right I can see the warriors the yields
to my left, lies, corruption and greed
but I know they are not of your seed
England I would die for you
despite the things that you put me through
it's not your choice who lives upon your land
but I'm gonna change it whit the power in my hands
I can see the flame starting to burn again
the blood is strong and the loyalty it remains
our enemies are gonna wish they never stood to face us
as our strength reduces their pillars to death
Fields of green and a sky so clear and blue
anyone who can turn their back must be fool
I have this feeling deep down inside of me
it tells me that pretty soon we will all be free
So lets look forward to tomorrow when we will reign
supreme
and we will be the beholders of the final dream
never again for someone else will we have toil
like the rain from the heavens our blood will feed the
England men, England women, England boys, England girls
Tears of pride will stain your faces when we conquer the world
England is the motherland of football
And the World Cup will once again be hers
Football will be our only weapon
Skill and power will be our only shield
We fought them on the beaches
Now we'll play them on the field
And once again the world will surely yield
England, England, England, England, England, England, England England, England, England, England, England, England, England
From the Tyne to the White Cliffs and the Cornish Sea
Every rolling moor and every shining city
Every town and village shouting ever so proudly
For an English victory
Our boys have got balls, all we need's a pitch
Scratching away at the 40 year itch
Pull on the England shirt, be proud of every stitch
'Cos this year's pickings will be rich
England, England, England, England, England, England, England England, England, England, England, England, England, England
England, England, England, England
Engerland
A blonde girl from Stockholm City
found a girl looking for me
She said; Country boy, ojoj-ojojoj
You haven't seen much I'll show you all
She knew what was just right to know
She knew about the places to go
I fell in love, of course I didn't dare to tell her, of course
But one day she told me; I know that you love me,
but kiss your dreams goodbye
I'll leave this country
I'll leave this town
But why - The shitty island? Yeah, why the shitty island?
England, look after my love
England take care of her
You stole her to your island
Don't try anything, I'm her man
Met her again that Christmas time
Ran into her in the crowd out town
Tried but I couldn't hide,
How I shivered when she smiled
I was fast on saying; I've got over you
I try to look busy, I try to stay cool
But then she put on one more of those magic smiles that knock me down
Why - The shitty island? Why the shitty island?
England, look after my love
England take care of her
You stole her to your island
Don't try anything, I'm her man
England, look after my love
Please England take care of her
You stole her to your island
Don't try anything, I'm her man
We got off the plane in the cold, cold rain
Lost track of the hour, lost track of the day
We were very far away from anywhere we'd been before
We got on a bus and we went to the city
Got off at a stop because we liked the name
We were in for an adventure
And that's all we knew for sure
And we walked until we couldn't walk no more
Jet lag and sore feet led us to the door
Of an expensive noisy bed
Where we could rest our heavy heads
We slept away the rest of the day
And well into the night
And we woke up with a hunger for life
Well before the sun rised
We didn't have money to ride the underground
So we walked the miles and miles of this town
When night fell like a rock we realized
We were never gonna find a patch of open ground
And the rain was comin' down
And the trains were shuttin' down
We were worn out, wet and lost
There was no shelter to be found
We spent over a week of our budget
On a taxi and a bed
And we made plans at night to escape
This expensive wonderland
We would set out for the wild
We would see what was beyond
We would sleep above the soil
And we would travel by our thumbs
And written above my hostel bed
In black marker it said
"There's a light
And it never goes out"
We didn't have a clue what we were doin'
We didn't even know where we wanted to go
The next day we took the tube all the way
Out to the end of the line
It took us five hours to find a place to stand
We stuck out our thumbs, we raised our hands
It was rainin' hard again
But we were not surprised
No one wants to pick you up
When you're soakin' wet
It was hard not havin' second thoughts
About goin' on this trip
And we ate the rest of our hostel bread
Under a dark, damp underpass
We watched the cars go past
The sun was sinking fast
But salvation came at last
In a little blue hatchback
And he took us a few miles down the road
The day was almost over
It was hard not to give in
We had made it outta the city
We were thinkin' about givin' up and settin' up our tent
But a Jeep pulled over then
And he told us to get in
He said his name was Nick
Right away he felt just like a friend
And he took us to some land
Where some people live on buses
Invited us to stay the night
And we could not refuse
We got a bus of our own
And it had a soft, warm bed
We built a little fire
And we dried our soaking shoes
And we slept, yeah we slept
Just like little babies
The next day at Stonehenge
We couldn't afford to get in
We thought it would be free,
We were surprised to see the fence
This day would set the theme
Of this trip for you and me
We could pay to see the sights of Europe
Or we could choose to eat
And we pressed on to an old Roman city
And we made it before night
We broke down and bought some fries
Just so we could get dry
And curse the sky, curse the sky, curse the sky
It rains all the time
We found a spot to pitch our tent
It was our first night in it
The rain soaked in, the ground was cold
It sank into my bones
And we decided that it was way too cold
To keep goin' the way we had planned to go
And that night we agreed that we would turn around
We'd head for warmer ground, we'd start makin' our way south
Oh you can't get lost if you've got no place to go
You can't take a wrong turn if you're not on your way home