The Flesh Is Weak
Priest: God has chosen you.::Tomas: Then he has chosen wrong.
Nakir: Your satisfaction is guaranteed!
Plot
This animated series followed the further adventures of the famous comedy duo, featuring Bud Abbott performing as himself (Lou Costello had died several years earlier). Most of the episodes centered around various far-fetched schemes to get rich quick, all of which inevitably failed miserably.
Keywords: abbott-and-costello, based-on-sketch-comedy, character-name-in-title, get-rich-quick-scheme, performer-name-in-title, surrealism
Plot
The story of a murder trial where a Mexican boy is accused of the death of a Caucasian girl. The two-faced attorney (Arthur Kennedy) who takes the boy's case is only interested in defending him so he can exploit his Communist-backed organization for their own underhanded purposes. He and his organization bring in an idealistic law professor (Glenn Ford) who agrees to represent the boy in court.
Keywords: airport, attorney, based-on-novel, beach, cemetery, cigarette-smoking, courtroom, courtroom-drama, cross-examination, crying-man
Tense! Timely! Thrilling!
FROM THE SCALDING, TRUTHFUL PAGES OF A GREAT NOVEL! (original ad - all caps)
David Blake: I learned a long time ago that when someone says 'decide right now' that that's the time to take your time.
David Blake: [Blake and Castle are discussing the fund-raising for Angel Chavez's defense fund] Look, it's not only the way you are raising the money, it's the people that are raising it.The All Peoples Party. Barney, half of them are a bunch of Communists, you know that!::Bernard 'Barney' Castle: I'd say sixty percent, and some of the others are cheating the Party out if its dues.
Plot
Jim Fletcher, waking up from a coma, finds he is to be given a court martial for treason and charged with informing on fellow inmates in a Japanese prison camp during WWII. Escaping from the hospital he tries to clear himself by enlisting the aid of Martha Gregory, widow of a service buddy he was accused of informing on. Helped also by Ted Niles, a surviving fellow prisoner, he gets closer to finding the answers he needs, and becomes ensnared in a grandiose scheme involving his Japanese ex-prison guard, $10,000,000 of US currency forged by the Japanese and a burgeoning crime network poised to wreak havoc throughout southern California.
Plot
Jim "Lucky" Moore (Allan Jones), an insurance salesman, comes up with a novel policy for his friend, Steve (Robert Cummings): a 'love insurance policy', that will pay out $1-million if Steve does not marry his fiancée, Cynthia (Nancy Kelly). The upcoming marriage is jeopardized by Steve's ex-girlfriend, Mickey (Peggy Moran), and Cynthia's disapproving Aunt Kitty. The policy is underwritten by a nightclub owner, Roscoe (William Frawley), who sends two enforcers - Abbott and Costello - to ensure that the wedding occurs as planned. Everyone involved in the situation winds up sailing or flying to San Marcos (a fictional South American country), where another complication arises, when Lucky falls for Cynthia. Lucky winds up marrying Cynthia, but Roscoe does not have to pay the $1-million because Steve ends up marrying Mickey.
Keywords: abbott-and-costello, based-on-novel, forced-marriage, gangster, gun, gunfire, insurance, laying-jacket-over-puddle, nightclub, number-in-title
Romance TO THE RHYTHM OF THE RHUMBA...in this magical musical of mirth!
Jerome Kern's MIRTH & MELODY MAGICAL MUSICAL! (original print ad - many caps)
[Costello lights up a cigar]::Abbott: Put that out. There's no smoking in here.::Costello: What makes you think I'm smokin'?::Abbott: You've got a cigar in your mouth!::Costello: I've got shoes on... don't mean I'm walkin'.
Costello: He's gonna make a wonderful husband.::Abbott: You don't even know what a husband is.::Costello: A husband is what's left of a sweetheart after the nerve has been killed.
Anthony John "Tony" Abbott (born 4 November 1957) is the Leader of the Opposition in the Australian House of Representatives and federal leader of the centre-right Liberal Party of Australia. Abbott has represented the seat of Warringah since the 1994 by-election.
Prior to entering the Australian Parliament, Abbott studied for a Bachelor of Economics and a Bachelor of Laws at Sydney University and for a Master of Arts as a Rhodes Scholar at Oxford University. He later trained as a seminarian and worked as a journalist, business manager, political advisor and Executive Director of Australians for Constitutional Monarchy. Abbott has also been an author, ultramarathon runner and member of the New South Wales Rural Fire Service.
Abbott served in the Howard Government as Parliamentary Secretary to the Minister for Employment, Education, Training and Youth Affairs from 1996-1998 and Minister for Employment Services from 1998-2001. He joined the Howard Cabinet in 2001 as Minister for Employment, Workplace Relations and Small Business. Following the 2001 Election, he took on the additional roles of Leader of the House of Representatives and Minister Assisting the Prime Minister for the Public Service. In 2003 he became Minister for Health and Ageing , retaining this position and his role as Leader of the House until the defeat of the Howard government at the 2007 federal election.
Gregory Abbott (born April 2, 1964, New York City, New York) is an American soul musician (keyboards and drums), singer, composer and producer. He currently lives in both New York and the San Francisco Bay Area.
Abbott's parents came from Venezuela and Antigua. He is a dual citizen of the U.S. and Antigua. During his early years, Abbott's mother taught him how to play piano and encouraged him to develop vocally.
Before his career as musician, Abbott studied psychology at University of California, Berkeley and creative writing at Stanford; where he won a Wallace Stegner fellowship. Also, he has taught English at University of California, Berkeley.
One of Abbott's first opportunities in his studio was an album for an independent record label, which gave him the opportunity to do a duet with Whitney Houston. Continuing on, Abbott produced for the group EQ on Atlantic Records.
In 1986, Abbott released his first solo album, Shake You Down. The title track for the album was a success, going platinum and topping the Billboard Hot 100. The album's second single, "I Got The Feelin (It's Over)" which reached #5 on the R&B chart. With the strength of its singles, the album propelled to platinum status and earned Abbott several awards.
Jeremy Abbott (born June 5, 1985) is an American figure skater. He is the 2008 Grand Prix Final champion, a two-time (2007, 2011) Four Continents bronze medalist, and a three-time (2009, 2010, 2012) U.S. national champion. He represented the United States at the 2010 Winter Olympics, where he placed ninth.
Jeremy Abbott was born in Aspen, Colorado. He began skating at age two. He began competing at age four after seeing and becoming inspired by Robin Cousins.
Following his win on the junior level at 2005 US nationals, Abbott established a fund in Aspen, Colorado, to help up-and-coming skaters to pay for training. In 2006, he established a second fund for skaters in the surrounding area. In 2011, his Japanese fan club donated $1,000 dollars to his fund.
Abbott attended Cheyenne Mountain High School for five years, stretching his high school career out one year longer than the usual, so he could concentrate on both skating and getting good grades. He graduated in 2004. His older sister, Gwen Abbott, was a nationally-ranked downhill skier who competed in the X Games as a ski racer. In addition to his coaches past and present, Jeremy Abbott often cites his family—mother Allison Scott, stepfather Allen Scott, father Danny Abbott and sister Gwen Abbott—as the pillars of his success.
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:
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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
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