Plot
Zaphira is young woman who lives with her 7 year old daughter. She hates her environment and wishes a better life for her daugther. One day, she comes across a fashion magazine which illustrates many young beautiful fashion models. She has a revelation: her daughter will be a model. In a village where this profession is unknown, Zaphira will do everything for her dream to come true.
Plot
4BIA is a Horror Anthology. The first segment, "Happiness" is about a lonely girl who corresponded with a stranger over hand phone text messaging and soon discovered something strange about this new stranger that she is attracted to. "Tit For Tat" spun a tale of black magic and vengeance for a school kid that had been bullied by a school gang. "In The Middle" - a group of friends faced one of their worst camping trip after water kayaking accident. The final segment "Last Fright" takes horror to new heights with a psychological thriller that involves a stewardess flying solo in a cabin with a dead body.
Keywords: 4-stories, airplane, airplane-pilot, airport, allergy, anthology, axe, back-from-the-dead, beating, black-magic
Face Your Fears
Take a look at life through a doorway with a baseball bat...
Plot
In 1968, in the Ravenside Military Hospital in a military facility in Pennsylvania, the army loses control of an experiment of a lethal bacteriologic weapon that changes the DNA and transforms human beings into zombies. A group of soldiers is sent to the hospital to eliminate the infected staff and interns but private DeLuca steals a test tube with the virus and hides it inside a vacuum flask. He is transformed into a zombie and killed but the vacuum flask falls in the grass. In the present days, a group of patients in the mental institution Ravenside Memorial Hospital finds the vacuum flask and later when one of them opens the vessel, the culture tube drops on the floor of a bathroom contaminating the group and their Dr. Donwynn.
Keywords: creature-feature, digit-in-title, number-in-title, numbered-sequel, prequel, second-part, sequel, sequel-to-cult-favorite, sequel-to-cult-horror, virus
Every day has a beginning
Plot
Four short, moralistic horror vignettes (a la EC Comics) that deal with mostly black characters. The framing story introduces three youths out to pick up a drug shipment at a funeral parlor from the strange director, Mr. Simms. As the three punks wind their way through the parlor, Mr. Simms tells them the last stories of some of his more interesting clients.
Keywords: african-american, american-flag, anthology, bare-chested-male, baton, beaten-to-death, belt-whipping, bitten-in-the-neck, blood, blood-splatter
Where nightmares and reality meet on the street
Chill or be Chilled
Your most terrifying nightmare and your most frightening reality are about to meet on the streets.
Mr. Simms: After you killed Crazy K, a few of his boys killed you! I guess you didn't make it!
[Martin Moorehouse has just transformed Newton into a mural]::Martin Moorehouse: Welcome - to MY world!
Mr. Simms: Don't worry. You'll get the shit. You'll be knee-deep in the shit. I've got it hid. There's so much... I couldn't even lift it all myself.
Ball: What you sayin'? We dead, motherfucker?::Mr. Simms: VERY!::Bulldog: Motherfucker bullshit! If we dead then what we doin' in a funeral home with your crazy ass?::Mr. Simms: This ain't no funeral home! It ain't the Terror Dome, neither! Welcome to Hell, motherfuckers!
Newton: What are we going to say? The body of a citizen we murdered has come back to kill us?
Newton: Damn it, man, this is no time to panic!::Strom: Then when the FUCK do we begin to panic?
Martin Moorehouse: Clarence! Bring them to me! Bring them to ME!::Clarence: I will! I will! I will!
Clarence: Are you satisfied now, brother?::[Martin Moorhouse grabs Clarence by the throat]::Martin Moorehouse: Where were you when I NEEDED you, brother?
[the tattooed man has just been struck by Crazy K's fist after uttering a series of racist propoganda]::Tattooed Man: Hey, nigger. Those people you killed? What color were they?::[Crazy K's expression changes from wrath to somber reflection]::Tattooed Man: [Laughs]They were niggers. I know it. [Tastes his own blood] You're cool with me, nigger. I like you. I like you a lot.
Eli: You need to be scared, Mr. Metger. Them dolls didn't want him there. They don't want you there. Now you'd best get out before you wind up just like him. Or worse.
Plot
Cantonese Pop Star Aaron Kwok stars as a police detective who must pose as the son of a millionaire to catch a kidnaping ring. Trouble starts when the policeman's girlfriend starts working for the businessman.
Keywords: detective, millionaire, police-officer, police-officer-bombed, police-officer-hacked, police-officer-kicked, police-officer-killed, police-officer-shot, police-officer-shot-in-the-chest, police-shootout
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Two guys, one of them a magician, are transporting an ancient chinese vampire who can only be controlled by a series of yellow tapes, and is the ancestor of the other guy. On the way, while flying over Africa, their plane stalls. And of all places, where do they land? That's right, in the village of the tribe of "The Gods Must Be Crazy".
Keywords: chinese-vampire, keung-si, sequel, taoist-priest, third-part, vampire
Plot
The right of every individual to be different from his fellow men is the theme behind this internationally-hailed, British production. The story tells of a man's dilemma when he refused to participate in an unofficial strike, where he works. While vicious, calculated violence brings the other dissenters into line, he goes it alone and is sent to Coventry (given the silent treatment) by his fellow workers. A stirring, thought-provoking film that portrays the human problems and high emotions generated when a man dares to act on the courage of his convictions and dares fight to keep his individual freedom.
Keywords: agitator, blackmail, canteen, factory, husband-wife-relationship, independent-film, industrial-relations, kitchen-sink-realism, labor-relations, shop-steward
Rough, Tough, Deeply Moving
Ball Corporation (NYSE: BLL), originally Ball Brothers Glass Manufacturing Company, is an American company famous for producing glass canning jars. Founded in 1880, it is currently headquartered in Broomfield, Colorado. The company has expanded into other areas such as avionics, space systems, metal beverage and food containers and aluminum aerosol containers. Ball is the largest producer of recyclable beverage cans in the world. The company exited the home canning business in 1993 by spinning it off into a separate company.[citation needed]
In 1880, Frank C. and Edmund B. Ball, two of the five Ball brothers of fruit jar fame, borrowed $200 from their Uncle George Ball to buy the Wooden Jacket Can Company. The wooden jackets encased tin cans which held kerosene. Because the acid used to refine kerosene caused corrosion in tin, the brothers decided to use glass for the inserts of the wood jacketed cans. Initially, they bought the glass containers from a factory in Poughkeepsie, New York. In 1882, the factory that supplied the glass containers was destroyed by fire. Some of the glassblowers from that factory suggested to the Ball brothers that they build their own factory. They purchased land in East Buffalo and built a two-story brick building for the stamping works and a one-story frame factory for the glass works. Because of the volume of business, a larger furnace was soon needed. In order to use the full capacity of the furnace, it was decided to make other glass products.
Down Poppie Johnny Road, nobody hears your name
Life that I was lovin', like stealin' a ride on a train
Wanna steal a ride on a train
Crawlin' in the dirt all night
I guess this is a place
Newborns lashed to a dead oak tree
Settle deeper in the rain
Settle deeper in the rain
Hold me tight, flying through the air
Hold on strong, and we're almost there
Laugh so hard, the devil gets scared
I got a real good mind to beat your senseless
Best to count your blessing child
The sun's not too hot today
Like to get to church before
Oh, before this old jacket fades
Take us right to the shade
That's the end of Poppie Johnny Road
Old blind that cures your misery
Give her five dollars, boy
Oh, and a reason to believe
A reason to believe
Hold me tight, flying through the air
Coalyards calling, we're almost there
Laugh so hard and the devil's all scared
I got a real good mind to beat you senseless
Down Poppie Johnny Road, nobody hears your name
The life that I love, like stealin' a ride on a train
Oh, steal a ride on a train
At the end of Poppie Johnny Road
Old Blind that cures your misery
Just get five dollars there and a reason to believe
A reason to believe
Hold me tight, flying through the air
Coalyards calling, we're almost there
Laughed so hard and the devil gets scared
I got a real good mind, to beat you senseless
I got a real good mind
Senseless
I got a real good mind
Senseless
I got a real good mind
Senseless
I got a real good mind
Know that the end of my mind is so near,
My mind is just churning and burning with fear.
Why did I in-a-vite it here?
God, why did I in-a-vite it here?
Why did I in-a-vite it here?
God, why did I in-a-vite it here?
Words and Music By Doug Ingle
© 1968 (unp) by Ten East Music & Cotillion Music, Inc.
© 1969 by Ten East Music & Cotillion Music, Inc.
All Rights Reserved Including Public Performance For Profit
If I hadn't dropped the ball, I would've took it all the way
Homecoming '89 with ten seconds left to play
We were drivin' toward the goal line, they were screamin' in the stands
I had the chance to be a hero but it slipped right through my hands
There would've been a big pep rally
They would've hung my jersey on the wall
If I hadn't dropped the ball
Me and Cindy Miller were supposed to meet after the game
I waited by the bleachers, but she never came
I found a note on my windshield, underneath the wiper blade
With goodbye bleedin' through it in the cold October rain
We probably would've gotten married
And those recruiters in from 'Bama would've called
If I hadn't dropped the ball
My life would've been so different if in that instant
Things had gone the way I planned
But the fact is that they didn't and the hand I wound up getting
Is something that I'll never understand
I ran away that summer, took a job out on the coast
And that's where I met your mama, and the rest I guess you know
If I had the chance to go back and score that last touchdown
Well, son, I wouldn't do it, 'cause you wouldn't be here now
And I wouldn't be your hero
I wouldn't be around to catch you when you fall
If I hadn't dropped the ball
My life would've been so different if in that instant
Things had gone the way I planned
But the fact is that they didn't and the hand I wound up getting
Is the one that God intended me to have
No, I wouldn't be the man I am at all
If she knew it right
She wasn't well
That's what she told her future self
She checked into a big hotel
Confused into a freezing hell
Steal the tones
Lazy bones
If music beat
The food I eats
Lunch and dinner and techno beats
Paper cuts from the plastic sheets
Are filling up on the salty sweets
Steal the tones
Lazy bones
Aaaahhhhh
It's called your teddy black
Aaaahhhhh
And we don't want you back
Grow up, grow old and die, it's all a waste of time
abused or be abused, a nice degrading cruise, we hope you'll like it
lord no, we're having a ball, yeah
we're having a ball, yeah
we're having a ball, yeah
you learn to love and trust, we show you how to crush
destroy or be destroyed, we hope you will enjoy, it's just the way we like it
lord no, we're having a ball, yeah
we're having a ball, yeah
we're having a ball, yeah
the more we trust we're used, the more we love we're bruised
grow up, grow old and die, it's all a waste of time, it's just the way we like it
lord no, we're having a ball, yeah
we're having a ball, yeah
we're having a ball, yeah
abused or be abused, a nice degrading cruise, oh
destroy or be destroyed, we hope you will enjoy, joy
grow up, grow old and die, it's all a waste of time, it's the way we like it
lord no, we're having a ball, yeah
we're having a ball, yeah
we're having a ball, yeah
Go get the ball y'all
Go get the ball y'all
Go get the ball y'all
Go get the ball y'all
No (no)
Go get the ball y'all
Go get the ball y'all
Go get the ball y'all
Go get the ball y'all
No (no)
Yo (yo)
Go (go)
Go (go)
Go get the ball y'all
Go get the ball y'all
Go get the ball y'all
Go get the ball y'all
Go get the ball y'all
Go get the ball y'all
Go get the ball y'all
[Hook]
Ball
Chevy swerving, cutting through the lane Kyrie Irving. Watch a young nigga ball
All these haters like the 85 celtic vs lakers. Watch a young nigga ball
Jumping off the porches with a forty five on me
Michal Jordan watch a young nigga, watch a young nigga
Elevate the motherfucking game
Ball
Chevy swerving, cutting through the lane Kyrie Irving. Watch a young nigga ball
All these haters like the 85 Celtic vs Lakers. Watch a young nigga ball
Jumping off the porches with a forty five on me
Michal Jordan watch a young nigga, watch a young nigga
[Verse 1:Stalley]
Old school, new school need to learn the same rules
Receive the same jewels, Eat the same food
I was the dude who practiced, with his back to the basket
So I could be magic. hook shot tragic
Converse is classic, anywhere in the key you shot, I'll match it
That's basic ball, I'm on the block like am eight feet tall
... streets embrace us all
With all our thousand flaws, get the crowd involved
Click...
Youngin with the flash, Chris Paul with the pass
John Wall in the mess
Grab a nigga blind. throw a shine with the bag
A wizard with cash. Turn with ten to a hundred racks. Check the stats
Big O with a big cats, got the O on my bare back
Obstacles I clear that. The Chevy rap I steer that
MVP. speeding 500HB sitting tall. watch a young nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Stalley]
A Cavalier since Larry Nance and Mark Price
I'm from the city where you playing ball or ducking vice
We Lion-hearted with tiger strips we scared with evil
Learn to shoot the desert E's before shooting free throw
The dope boys and Michal Jordan was the real Hero
They had D on the block like Ben Wallace
Making A-Rod paper, running base big pockets
Loud on the corners. turn the city back notches
Paper tags on the V. Yellow gold watches
We love the Hustle. Eleven rings Bill Russell
Two on the middle finger politely say bumpy
Bad boy demeanor fluke ain't fever. I am...
I am ruthy on the last play
In the milk like syrup with cookies in the ash tray
Grindin to my last day. Going long like Peyton on 4th and long
Everybody sing along. watch a young nigga
[Hook]
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