Debra Hill (November 10, 1950 – March 7, 2005) was an American screenwriter and film producer, who co-wrote the horror film Halloween, its first sequel Halloween II, and The Fog.
Hill was born in Haddonfield, New Jersey and grew up in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. She entered the movie business in 1975 and was unhappy with the level of condescension she experienced because of her gender. She started as a production assistant on adventure documentaries, and progressed through jobs as a script supervisor, assistant director and second unit director. Hill first worked with John Carpenter in 1975, as the script supervisor and assistant editor of Assault on Precinct 13. This led not only to further professional collaborations between Hill and Carpenter, but also marked the beginning of their personal relationship.
In 1978, she and director Carpenter co-wrote the horror movie Halloween. Following its success, Hill and Carpenter worked together on Halloween II (1981) and Halloween III: Season of the Witch (1982) Their other credits together include: The Fog (1980), Escape from New York (1981) and its sequel, Escape from L.A. (1996). In 1986, Hill formed an independent production company with her friend Lynda Obst. Together, they produced Adventures in Babysitting, Heartbreak Hotel, and The Fisher King. In 1988, she entered a contract with Walt Disney Pictures under which she produced Gross Anatomy, short films for the Walt Disney theme park, and an NBC special for Disneyland's 35th anniversary. She also produced The Dead Zone (1983), Head Office (1985), and Clue (1985).
David Paul Cronenberg, OC, FRSC (born March 15, 1943) is a Canadian filmmaker, screenwriter and actor. He is one of the principal originators of what is commonly known as the body horror or venereal horror genre. This style of filmmaking explores people's fears of bodily transformation and infection. In his films, the psychological is typically intertwined with the physical. In the first half of his career, he explored these themes mostly through horror and science fiction, although his work has since expanded beyond these genres. He has been called "the most audacious and challenging narrative director in the English-speaking world."
Born in Toronto, Canada, Cronenberg was the son of Esther (born Sumberg), a musician, and Milton Cronenberg, a writer and editor. His family has been described as "a nurturing middle class family." He began writing as a child and wrote constantly. He attended high school at Harbord Collegiate Institute. A keen interest in science, especially botany and lepidopterology, led him to enter the Honours Science program the University of Toronto in 1963, but he switched to Honors English Language and Literature later in his first year. Cronenberg's fascination with the film Winter Kept Us Warm (1966) by classmate David Secter sparked his interest in film. He began frequenting film camera rental houses, learning art of filmmaking and made two 16mm films (Transfer and From the Drain). Inspired by the New York underground film scene, he founded the Toronto Film Co-op with Iain Ewing and Ivan Reitman. After taking a year off to travel in Europe, he returned to Canada in 1967, graduating from University College at the top of his class.
Ramón Antonio Gerardo Estévez (born August 3, 1940), better known by his stage name Martin Sheen, is an American film actor best known for his performances in the films Badlands (1973), Apocalypse Now (1979), Wall Street (1987), The Departed (2006), his role as The Illusive Man in the Mass Effect trilogy and President Josiah Bartlet in the television series The West Wing.
He is considered one of the best actors never to be nominated for an Academy Award despite his acclaimed performances.[opinion] In film he has won the Best Actor award at the San Sebastián International Film Festival for his performance as Kit Carruthers in Badlands. His portrayal of Capt. Willard in Apocalypse Now earned a nomination for the BAFTA Award for Best Actor. Sheen has worked with a wide variety of film directors, such as Richard Attenborough, Francis Ford Coppola, Terrence Malick, David Cronenberg, Mike Nichols, Martin Scorsese, Steven Spielberg and Oliver Stone. He has had a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame since 1989. In television he has won both a Golden Globe and two Screen Actors Guild awards for playing the lead role of President Bartlet in The West Wing, and an Emmy for guest acting in the sitcom Murphy Brown.
Dee Dee Ramone (born Douglas Glenn Colvin) (September 18, 1951 – June 5, 2002) was an American songwriter and musician, best known as founding member, songwriter, and bassist for punk rock band the Ramones.
Though nearly all of the Ramones' songs were credited equally to all the band members, Dee Dee was the band's most prolific lyricist and songwriter, writing many of the band's most well-known songs, such as "53rd & 3rd", "Commando", "Rockaway Beach", and "Poison Heart". He was initially the band's lead vocalist, though his (then) inability to sing and play bass at the same time resulted in original drummer Joey Ramone taking over the lead vocalist duties. Dee Dee would serve as the band's bassist and songwriter from 1974 through 1989, when he left to pursue a short-lived career in hip hop music under the name Dee Dee King. He soon returned to his punk roots and released three solo albums featuring brand new songs, many of which were later recorded by the Ramones. He toured the world playing his new songs, Ramones songs and some old favorites in small clubs, and continued to write songs for the Ramones until 1996, when the band officially retired.
Sigo besando la espalda que me dio el estado.
Otro día más para ir a ningún lado.
Muchos de los que me amaron me dejaron a un costado
el resentimiento me enfermó y ya no pude salir.
Estoy en guerra desde que acabó la guerra
vendiendo recuerdos que nadie quiere recordar.
Yo no quiero mendigar, yo me lo quiero ganar
todos pasan y me miran con lástima,
no me mires más, no me mires más...
Nada me dejo la patria, me fui quedando a un lado
estoy harto de vivir para sobrevivir.
Usted ahora me pregunta de que me estoy quejando
y yo que puedo decir, soy del 2 de abril, soy del 2 de abril.
A un loco de la guerra nadie le quiere dar trabajo
será que hay demasiados trabajando en el país
conduciendo patrulleros, pueblos, taxis, colectivos...
Todo el mundo tiene su factor de poder,
yo quiero también,
yo quiero también.
Nada me dejo la patria, me fui quedando a un lado
estoy harto de vivir para sobrevivir.
Usted ahora me pregunta de que me estoy quejando
y yo que puedo decir, soy del 2 de abril, soy del 2 de abril.
Ahora sé como es el juego, me entrenaron como a un perro.
Todo el mundo tiene su factor de poder,
yo quiero también,
yo quiero también.
Nada me dejo la patria, me fui quedando a un lado
estoy harto de vivir para sobrevivir.
Usted ahora me pregunta de que me estoy quejando
y yo que puedo decir, soy del 2 de abril, soy del 2 de abril.
Speak softly,
My sweet
Tell me what you're thinking
Let the words fall free
Indifferent to their meaning
or consequence
Cause tonight, I'm a priest
Shrouded in your quilt
And you will see
truth in me
So fucking say something
We could just lie here
like two corpses
side by side,
buried in this bed
with just the sound of our rotting bodies
and the kids in the street
cursing 'til their tongues bleed
Are you tired?
'Cause I'm wide awake
Are you tired?
'Cause I'm wide awake (fucking say something)
Are you tired?
'Cause I'm wide awake
Are you tired?
'Cause I'm wide awake
Are you tired?
'Cause I'm wide awake
Are you tired?
Agora que eu olhei pra tr¡s
Eu vou pegar outra estrada
As roupas que eu usava n£o me servem mais
J¡ tentaram me envenenar me comprar
Me dizer o que falar sã pra eu ser
Como vocª
Gasto os meus dias com televis£o
Com meus amigos fazendo um som
Esperando a onda que vai me levar
Tenho respeito por quem sabe usar
Tudo aquilo que me dizem que © errado
Que fica errado que d¡ errado quando n£o tem mais
O que © que tem pra fazer?
A noite vocª vai ver
Pra mim tanto faz pra onde ir
Sempre vai faltar algu©m
A noite n£o vai ser sã pra mim
Sempre tem que ter algu©m
Agora mesmo vocª me ligou
Fazendo planos pra madrugada naquela praia
Que eu sempre quis ir
Se eu pudesse ficar sempre assim
Fazendo tudo sem chegar no fim
N£o tem mais gra§a n£o tem mais gra§a n£o ter ningu©m
A realidade veio me avisar
Tudo tem seu pre§o
Ela vai me cobrar
O fim de tudo que ficou pra tr¡s
Deixou saudade, eu j¡ voltei
N£o tem mais nada, n£o tem mais nada
Pra mim tanto faz pra onde ir
Sempre vai faltar algu©m
A noite n£o vai ser sã assim
Sempre tem que ter algu©m
Going through life, the righteous way
The only way so the preacher would say
You put me on the Jericho road
Barefoot and smiling ,standing there by the piano
Well I dream that I heard that whippoorwill sing
Yeah she sang my song and called me by name
Well I hung my head in shame,Oh yeah
You sewed my years together like a patchwork quilt
Your bougainvillea's bloomed it'll never wilt.
Lessons I remember and some that I forgot
are precious and pure like one honeysuckle drop.
Well I dream that I heard that whippoorwill sing
Yeah she sang my song and called me by name
Well I hung my head in shame,Oh yeah
I'm gonna sing that song with the Whippoorwill
In a sweet high harmony
Though I know just what went with her
She's always here with me
Always here with me
Well I dream that I heard that whippoorwill sing
Yeah she sang my song and called me by name
Well I dream that I heard that whippoorwill sing
Yeah she sang my song and called me by name
Well I dream that I heard that whippoorwill sing
Yeah she sang my song and called me by name
Well I dream that I heard that whippoorwill sing
Yeah she sang my song and called me by name
Starting all over again
20 de abril del 90
hola chata, ¿como estás?
¿Te sorprende que te escriba?
Tanto tiempo es normal
Pues es que estaba aquí solo
me había puesto a recordar
me entro la melancolía
y te tenia que hablar
¿Recuerdas aquella noche
en la cabaña del Turmo?
Las risas que nos hacíamos antes todos juntos
hoy no queda casi nadie de los de antes
y los que hay han cambiado,
han cambiado, SI!
Pero bueno, ¿tu que tal? di
lo mismo hasta tienes críos
Que tal te va con el tío ese?
espero sea divertido
Yo la verdad, como siempre
sigo currando en lo mismo
la música no me cansa
pero me encuentro vacío
Bueno pues ya me despido
si te mola me contestas,
espero que mis palabras,
desordenen tu conciencia
Pues nada chica, lo dicho
hasta pronto si nos vemos
yo sigo con mis canciones
I've been lookin' for someone
Who sells truth by the pound
Then I saw the dealer and his friend
Arrive, but their gifts looked grim,
Now I'm tired of hanging on,
Waitin' for a showdown
Don't y'see I gotta ride 'em out
Cuz the pearl's just around the bend
Beautiful pearl, o when will you reappear?
Mysteries unfurl and become so clear,
When I feel you near...
I found a way outside myself
To make my spirit climb,
And I coulda shinnied on up
But my rope was made of wind
I appreciate the words,
But I won't be there at showtime
Don't y'see I gotta ride them out
Cuz the pearl's just around the bend
Beautiful pearl, o when will you reappear?
Mysteries unfurl and become so clear,
When I feel you near...
When my backyard weeds grew high,
I hoped that they would hide me,
But I felt that the pearl was near
Cuz I thought I saw it shine,
I was lookin' all around
When I felt it there inside me
And I see a possibility
My eyes are closed now. No more do I hear their sounds.
I lay in this cold dark grave. No more is there need to pray.
Death's hands reach out for me.
Life's grip. Soon set free.
The end of suffering. This will all be over soon.
Take me down low. Inside this earthen tomb.
Oh God.
Forever seal me in this tomb. Take me back into creation's womb.
Lower my body into this grave. To the Lord of Light I pray.
My soul...
Like fingers they claw at the sky,
pylons of a pompous foray.
Sentinels to look down upon with vacant eyes.
We kindle our willing to strive,
to remain separate.
A farewell to the spoils of fate,
in shallow graves.
We dig a hole deep in the earth,
dig it deep to hide all our guilt.
A trio of sarcophagi - triadic deceit.
the quagmire could swallow whole,
the black well of our malady,
we grasp tight of offered hands,
to stem the flow of defeat.
We pick the bones cleans of their worth,
whisper [sweet] nothings into empty warrens,
mock prayers to revel within,
who has seen better days?
Zealots practice silent vigils,
we turn out attention upon their axis,
imitations inured with former glory,
Brufolazzi, tapparella giù e poltiglia
Più ascella purificata
Ti ricordi che meraviglia la festa delle medie
"Tu non vieni"
Non importa sai c'avevo judo, ma se serve
Vi porto i dischi, così potrete ballare i lenti
"Porta pure ma non entri"
Ma perché siete così? Io che credevo.
Io che speravo. Parteciperò!
Mi auto-inviterò! Dannata festa delle medie!
Mi presento (Burp) "Ah, ah ciao ragazzi"
Faccio un vento e vi cambio il clima
Temporeggio bevendo spuma
Chiedo Fonzies e mi danno avanzi, Cristo perché!?!
Parapiglia, scatta il gioco della bottiglia
Se avrò culo potrò...
"Tu non giochi"
Baciare...
"Abbiam fatto le squadre prima"
Palpare...
"Ma se aspetti tra un pò finiamo"
Si va beh, però poi balliamo
"Non ci rompere i coglioni!"
Sul piatto gira un geghege, danzo da solo e me ne vanto
Fantastico zimbello io
Non consumerò, non deglutirò
Questa amarissima aranciata
"Uè ciao amici come state, bella questa festa, eh?
Oh ma mi fa piacere che sei venuto perché
Sai chi ti saluta un casino?"
"Chi?"
"Stocazzo!"
"Sei un boccalone, sei un boccalone!"
"Eh beh, che scherzo del mega, cio' veramente
Che intelligenza scarsa, sempre questi soliti scherzi.
A me questa festa non mi piace il freddo non mi va giù
C'è della gente che non ci sta dentro
Non mi hanno invitato, non mi hanno dato dei Fonzies
Sui bicchieri di plastica non c'è scritto il mio nome
Non si può fare pallonetto, palloforte
Il gioco della scopa, un gioco della bottiglia
Non si può fare niente, non c'è amicizia
Poi non c'è convenienza, non c'è cortesia
E arrivando non ho visto neanche l'ampio parcheggio all' ingresso
Insomma dai basta finiamola là"
Basta, questa festa è insoddisfacente
Vado a un'altra nella mia mente
Una festa molto particolare dove saranno invitati tutti
Molti amici, molti nemici e anche Panino!
Forza Panino! Forza Panino! Forza Panino!
Forza Panino! Forza Panino! Forza Panino!
Elio E Le Storie Tese hanno dedicato
Questa bellissima canzone
Amore bellissimo dell'amore