Plot
The luck of the of the once fearsome Frenetic Five has taken a turn for the worse. Between child support payments, transient living and an unapproachable mayor, the group find themselves fighting to survive. Follow the plight of the Frenetic Five as they attempt to regain Superhero status against all odds. Will they be the guardians of the city once again?
Keywords: bad-luck, child-support, city, comic-book, double-decker-bus, drunk, fan, mayor, super-hero, villain
Five down and out superheroes try to rise back to the top under the oppressive fist of the city's mayor.
Plot
Big hair, big guns, big personalities, and a serious lack of wardrobe. She-Wolves of the Wasteland, a post-apocalyptic story that features women--lots and lots of women--who leave little to the imagination as they battle each other in various junkyards and gravel pits to determine the fate of the entire world.
Keywords: axe-murder, badlands, bare-breasts, character-name-in-title, childbirth, convertible, crotch-grab, electronic-music-score, end-of-the-world, erotica
Women Rule.
Sexploitation Sinema Has Never Been So Fun!
After the Conventional Wars, the Nuclear Wars, and the Chromosome Wars comes a survivor. Her mission... save the last man alive!
Reverend Mother: How does it feel to be the last man on Earth?::Guy: How does it feel to be the ugliest thing around?
Cobalt ( /ˈkoʊbɒlt/ KOH-bolt or /ˈkoʊbɔːlt/ KOH-bawlt) is a chemical element with symbol Co and atomic number 27. It is found naturally only in chemically combined form. The free element, produced by reductive smelting, is a hard, lustrous, silver-gray metal.
Cobalt-based blue pigments have been used since ancient times for jewelry and paints, and to impart a distinctive blue tint to glass, but the color was later thought by alchemists to be due to the known metal bismuth. Miners had long used the name kobold ore (German for goblin ore) for some of the blue-pigment producing minerals; they were named because they were poor in known metals and gave poisonous arsenic-containing fumes upon smelting. In 1735, such ores were found to be reducible to a new metal (the first discovered since ancient times), and this was ultimately named for the kobold.
Today, some cobalt is produced specifically from various metallic-lustered ores, for example cobaltite (CoAsS), but the main source of the element is as a by-product of copper and nickel mining. The copper belt in the Democratic Republic of the Congo and Zambia yields most of the cobalt metal mined worldwide.
The Basics ( /ˈbæzɪtʃ/ BAZZ-ich) are a three-piece band from Melbourne, Australia, formed by Wally De Backer and Kris Schroeder in 2002. Their style has been described as anything from 'indie-pop' to 'rock'n'roll' to 'pop-rock', though their records show they span a wide range of genres, including reggae, ska, country, and electro-pop. They are "recognised as one of Australia's hardest-working bands".
With close to 1000 shows in their ten-year career, their live performances are well-known for their sense of humour and energy.
The Basics were formed after Kris met Wally at a party in Melbourne. The event was to see off the young aspiring producer, who was about to depart for Los Angeles, and together with a number of musician friends, the two jammed on some blues-rock standards. Later that night, they bonded over a mutual love of The Beatles, 70s and 80s cartoon theme songs and old Sierra adventure games.
Initially, they played around Melbourne as an acoustic guitar/drums combo, starting at The Opposition in Frankston and the House of Fools in Footscray, where in late 2002 they met Michael Hubbard and later invited him to join them on electric guitar. Though lacking any real experience with the instrument, Kris willingly purchased his first bass guitar, and the trio was born. During this time, the group start performing songs with more complicated three-part harmony.
Cry at my feet; The god made of Man,
Drinking your face with my hands,
You were the one clinging to me,
There's nothing but the sex you gave us both,
I was always stronger than you,
I'm burying your soul with my boots,
Walking away, fucking and drunk.
Remember ten minutes of your worst time for me.
The ocean was trying to swallow the land,
I don't remember, the words never leave.
Those moments won't... Fuck I forgot.
Lets burn down together.
Lets burn down our houses together.
Lets burn down forever.
Lets burn down our children together.
I'll spit on you again but I don't know when,
I'll wait to see you outside the gates of heaven,
Now I could explain what I couldn't back then,
The devil walk me away with a sympathetic grin.
Lets burn down together.
Lets burn down our houses together.
Lets burn down forever.
Lets burn down our children together.
Burn me down, shoot me in the chest,
Burn me down, shoot me in the chest,
Burn me down, shoot me in the chest,
Burn me down, shoot me in the chest,
Lets fuck one last time, In a burning bed.
Lets fuck one last time, In a burning bed.
Lets fuck one last time, In a burning bed.
God saved the races Who bowed.
Lets aim our arrows at the new sun,
We'll eat some poison with our bread.
I am the way to the city of woe.
Walk in silence down to the sea,
Our clothes smell like fire.
The way to the forsaken people.
Tusks growing out of our faces,
Humans dry humping races,
And land's sugar is all over our teeth.
Tonight we'll drink purple wine and climb,
To the mountains uncrowned by stars,
We'll kiss women whose breath tastes like blood,
Reaching deep to feel the faces below the rocks.
Faithless priests old before their time,
Pull cold fish from the shady sea,
At night they drink their cloudy wine,
Theres blood in the air tonight,
Mammoth crawls under the ice,
Too slow to be measured in time,
Suicide painted on his eyes.
I want animal skins,
I want a house made out of it,
How much I want to crawl back inside my mother,
I want a house made out of her.
How I want to wear the blood of my father.
All the way down into the hotel basements,
Stuffing her mouth with my fingers,
This is why we're in love,
This is what I needed to show you.
Hemingway save me,
Hemingway save me,
Hemingway save me,
Hemingway get me really fucked up.
Together we chose not to believe,
You are my strung out queen,
You're too sad to come with me,
Coat your Tongue with another lie about me.
Your brother betrays you.
Your friend kills you.
Your woman is dead.
The strong will inherit the earth.
I drink my,
I drink my GIN!!!!!
Gin!
Gin!
Gin!
the world is growing weaker
with the passing of each day
riding the westwinds
the fetid stench of decay
resources dwindle into the consumerist machine
as mechanical vultures pick
the carcass of our world clean
extinction
from the rot man has sown
he must now reap the seeds
the fruit of his labor
hunger and disease
we now cling to this dust
like flies, crawling on carrion
whose infertile soils are fit
only to bury in
extinction
as our dying breath is released to the wind
the innocent lie
with those who have sinned
their meaningless lives
have long been forgotten
as the cycle rebirth
starts to begin
a new day will dawn
through the rising of smoke
of civilizations shattered dreams and hopes
new life will rise from mankind's fall
whose corpses will feed
When desert begins to shift, and sand takes its form
Trees turn with dust, breath like fire
Their skin held their soul,
But cut ‘em loose
And watch ‘em fly
Way, way up until we’re all blinded by the sun
And black is light
And sight is black
Lay ‘em out and hold ‘em down
No one’s leaving ‘til I’m euphoric!
I am run with the wilderness
I stole the sky
The Prophet is dead. And I can't see.
The Prophet is there. But I can't see.
The lost that are dead. Will set you free.
The lost that are dead. Will set you free...
Hey...
My neighbor is sad. I don't know quite why.
He relies on the drink. To maintain a line.
There's hives on my skin now. And my brow oh she bleeds.
My brow oh she bleeds now, now, now, now, now...
Hey...
And I believe, And I believe, And I believe, I won't believe.
And I believe, And I believe, And I believe, I won't believe.
Roll off the grass, and let the insects breathe.
Roll off the grass, and let us, the insects, breathe
Roll off the grass, and the let the incest breed
Roll off the grass, and let us, the insects, breathe.
I follow the shifting shadow of the master,
He never walks any slower and never any faster.
"Drape me in unliving flesh,
And smear shit into my eyes."
His breath smelled like rot,
But I couldn't see his face...
I Believe, I follow the black flame.
I see him whisper into clouds of ash,
From them rise men only to fall again.
Poi che se' si grande,
e per lo 'nferno tuo nome si spande!
Empty shores echo to me,
Arms of quiet tide, unquestioning,
Under an starlit sky open to accept,
The ship I have clung to over dark waters.
I fall crying into the wet beach,
Hands clutching, Mouth filled with sand,
Waves rolls over heel, back and down my nose,
My body sinks with the tide.
Unnatural breath against the enemy.
onethousand strikes of the stone hammer.
Hands plowing dry through clay and soil,
Bellies and fields are empty, they call for storms,
There will be no fires on this beach,
No spears shaped to hunt for a feast,
The man in the sky pulls the tide up high,
My body to the ocean, my tears to the tide.
Every heartbeat pumps your cries into my veins.
They turn to ash and coat my lungs.
I dream of you walking away
through October’s cold rays
I see a beach the witherer can't see
standing in the dark listening to waves with me
I open my eyes
sorry to still be alive
his jaw is open wide
When serpents return,
Sing nothing with a cut off tongue,
and curse me,
into the moment at hand.
With your false love,
see the sky turn slower,
Drink honey and drown
as stars reappear.
I see fire,
somewhere ancient wheels are turning,
Antlers incense burning,
Listen to its humming.
speck of ocean, forgotten tide.
The serpents are alive.
The blood believes!
Cut the tongue, steal the life,
Pull its roots from deep inside.
Pull its roots from deep inside.
path of recluse deep inside,
Paper finger burns waving
Children I never had are crying.
The salt of undrinkable seas,
calls those whose insides bleed.
Whales fuck and call for me,
All eyes of stone are on the trees,
Cut the tongue, feel the phone.
Kill me - Because I'm sick of love...
Joyless master calls, in foul smelling winds,
I delighted to feel blood, once again...
I sacrifice to him. Blood, blood, blood, blood.
You, who has called me, Dark and cold.
Under the sun together, we grew old.
Who washed away and left me alone.
The sun finds no beauty in the shadowless stone.
I am called by hands, that shadows hide.
called by hands, that shadows hide.
May my burning wings be incense to you,
Cold eyed woman shrouded in October hue,
To see you now I must close my eyes,
Across one thousand windless years hear my cry.
I stand and stare over a vast bay,
Climbed a tree and said goodbye to the day,
I watched her sail to the land beyond,
So what in god's name did it mean and why?
That bony old finger pointin' down from the sky at you, all alone!!
Dog made life for you
Praise this false sense of it all!
Peter thrice denied
His life's most prized
Tax collector
So breathe a breath worth living
Squeeze the juices of exhaustion.
Fire our mouths at the big ass lies in the sky!!
I don't believe them!!!
Seven peyote buttons
Six drinks in on strong rum
Touch the eyes of the living
Hump the netherworld hallway
Tribes of men,
Stared in to the sky
God's revenge is one bad story
Close your watering eyes,
And drive your car into a tree,
Fall out of time with me.
Buried in the hills by the lives we once wished for.
No man!
Clench bad hands,
Making holes in palms
Shaped like fingernails,
Made by white knuckles
The way, the truth, and light is gone
And the dust you reflected recedes
Drop me dead and you'll find me there
Without regret, nor tears, nor guts,
Just nothing!!!!
Don't trust! Impulse!
Fist fuck! And Win!!!!
No man!
No man!
No man!
No man!
No man, save none, want none, smear god on their faces
Save me!
Damn me!
Drink me, in the ground, nail my story on their tables!
No dog!
No dog!
No Bog!
No dog!
No dog!
No dog!
No Bog!
No dog!
No dog!
No dog!
No Bog!
No dog!
No bog!
I prefer sex when its an animal act,
Oh yeah.
So you sent me pictures of you,
Fucking someone else,
Progress, Incense,
Now we're getting somewhere.
Now that we've acknowledged,
That we're going nowhere,
I couldn't even pretend to care.
His eyes are lost, and his form is gone,
His time was up and he lies in the fields,
In the banks of rivers and on the edges.
What I've seen you won't see,
Urge to kill and love and hold and smash.
Stomach.
The power energy fucking huge holes,
in the face of the universe,
that bastard has nothing.
The power is here.
The heart is in my crotch,
The powerful static,
Show me your insides,
Lets stick lies into each others skins.
His eyes are lost, and his form is gone,
His time was up and he lies in the fields,
In the banks of rivers and on the edges.
What I've seen you won't see,
Urge to kill and love and hold and smash.
Stomach.
So turn off your dusty stares,
Because we're all alone out here.
I couldn't even pretend to care.
I prefer sex when its an animal act.
Beast. Mammal.
Beast. Mammal.
The red priest is giving me some pills,
Tonight we're climbing higher than ever,
Into your glass eyes.
Landfill breastmilk beast.
In the valley of lamps, Everyone's breaking their teeth,
The Cocaine wizard grinning, For us there is not sleep,
The inspiration comes from the ground.
When the sun came up we were coming down.
Stoned man the one who never sees the end,
The Armed wolves are pushing through your head.
Chewing at the spiral of flames between your legs,
I want this, this is why I have come.
Retarded children dance for the vomiting puppet,
Pull the mouth from your face to fuck it,
The floating statues dance for the vomiting children,
My windows are yellow, My bed smells like sin,
Eyelash and scourge the tears are going to come,
The air is filling with breathing and rum.
I smell you in my shit, on my pillow,
In the sand in the air, In the breath of whores.
I see animals on the horizon,
Ether flowers, stolen dramamine,
Kerosene, Dopamine, occasional codeine.
Suck the dead skin off your lips with me,
Bloated with your homesick pets,
Silhouettes of pregnant insects.
Sneak out of your skin with me,
I want this thing out of my body.
I raped your mind,
While you were sleeping.
The red priest is giving me some pills*
Tonight we're climbing higher than ever,
Into your glass eyes.
Landfill breastmilk beast.
In the valley of lamps, Everyone's breaking their teeth,
The Cocaine wizard grinning, For us there is not sleep,
The inspiration comes from the ground.
When the sun came up we were coming down.
Stoned man the one who never sees the end,
The Armed wolves are pushing through your head.
Chewing at the spiral of flames between your legs,
I want this, this is why I have come.
Retarded children dance for the vomiting puppet,
Pull the mouth from your face to fuck it,
The floating statues dance for the vomiting children,
My windows are yellow, My bed smells like sin,
Eyelash and scourge the tears are going to come,
The air is filling with breathing and rum.
I smell you in my shit, on my pillow,
In the sand in the air, In the breath of whores.
I see animals on the horizon,
Ether flowers, stolen dramamine,
Kerosene, Dopamine, occasional codeine.
Suck the dead skin off your lips with me,
Bloated with your homesick pets,
Silhouettes of pregnant insects.
Sneak out of your skin with me,
I want this thing out of my body.
I raped your mind,
While you were sleeping.