Girls in Prison (1956)

Actors

• Edmund Cobb (actor)
• Richard Denning (actor)
• Raymond Hatton (actor)
• Kermit Maynard (actor)
• Phyllis Coates (actress)
• Jane Darwell (actress)
• Adele Jergens (actress)
• Mae Marsh (actress)
• Luana Walters (actress)
• Samuel Z. Arkoff (producer)
• Ronald Stein (composer)
• Edward L. Cahn (director)
• Ronald Sinclair (editor)
• Lance Fuller (actor)
• Lou Rusoff (writer)

Genres

• Crime
• Drama

Taglines:

What happens to girls without men?
What happens to women without men?
The shocking story of one man against 1,000 women!

Carson, Anne Filmography

• Mania Days
  2014, role: miscellaneous crew
• Broken Flowers
  2005, role: miscellaneous crew
• War of the Worlds
  2005, role: miscellaneous crew
• Jonny Zero
  2005, role: miscellaneous crew
• Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
  1999, role: miscellaneous crew
• Third Watch
  1999, role: miscellaneous crew

Carson, Anne Filmography

• Carnal Games
  1978, role: writer

Carson, Ann Filmography

• Juicy Confessions the Females
  2005, role: actress , character name: The Secretary

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Angry Son - Pothead
• Angry Son - Six Feet Deep
• Angry Son - Radical Noise
• Angry Son - Indian Summer

There's An Angry Son, He's Smilin' Grimly
at Me
he's Got A Gun In His Hand, He's Gonna
let Me See
i'm Gonna Run To Hide, Under The Fallen
tree
and I Scream,"why Can I Be?"
there's A Blue Old Man With A Gaping
mouth
he Wants To Swallow Me Up, He Wants
to Spit Me Out
he Takes Me To The Other Side, The Light
of His Mind

Born into a world I knew nothing of.
No concept of pain, I didn't know what it was.
But I was young, innocent, and so naive,
And I soon found out how it is.
Born into a world I knew nothing of.
No concept of pain, I didn't know what it was.
I thought I could trust, I thought I could lean
On this world, but I soon found out what it means...
...to fall face to the ground.
Try to get back up, pushed back down.
Outstretched hand, broken wrist.
One more name on my blacklist.
Didn't take me long to learn,
That if you trust, you get burned.
Put a name to my pain ... life.
Attempt after attempt, can my heart
Ever be free of contempt?
The scars in this flesh chronicle my life best,
Eternal memories of why I've come to this.
The thorn in my side, the knife stuck into my spine,
Never again to trust anyone.
Father, heal your angry son.
The portrait of hate, I stare myself in the face.
Mirror haunts, my fist bleeding, broken glass.
It twists, it writhes. It sinks it's teeth into my mind
Bending me against everyone.
Father, heal your angry son.
Please, set me free, I'm becoming the epitome
Of what I oppose.
Father take the pain. Blood of Your
Only Begotten paid ransom of my suffering.
To Your cross this albatross I bring.
Template life led long ago,
Son of God, cleanse my soul.
This hardened heart turn to clay.

nature of a lost generation, reality is blocked by the
fake visions*
a two faced game based upon the rat race, self
destruction
hurt each other with no reason, is it the sign of a
heartless season
our differences made our hearts stoned, a hostile
creation
who is pushing it, the industry seems getting high
profits on it
hate me, make me hate you, by the way we'll hate each
others too
feed the machines of greed, everthing is done in the
name of self defense
who started the war it doesn't matter keep on getting
lower
we all are the same, youth with no name
someone to blame? no one to blame!
angry son are you the one
in this world standing alone
these are the hard times, before
the storm, just look around
they don't want us to unite...
just look around
under the ground
we all are the same

(Spiritual in the backround)
Mending slowly,
all wounds,
Effortlessly as the burden of his sunken child is lifted,
but effortlessly again carried,
faintly to the stone heart of an angry son,
an angry son who has done his swallowing,
his memories are bitten pills,
so many bitten pills,
that he has collected,
like the fallen pieces of the broken ground which he now moves on,
the ground is so unsettled,
so endlessly unsettled,
he recounted,
with the weight of the sunken earth,
and still he moves on,
this is earth,
earth which he has moved on and collected,
settled to his own liking,
and still he moves on.
A voice in the back of his head reminding him,
that this is stolen,
that this is not his.
All these moments,
These precious time spent moments in gravity,
all this anxious waiting,
all this time spent waiting.
All this pain that you know,
all this effortless moving,
all this pain that you will ever know.
In waking hours,
time spent in these moments.
Though he is living,
silently in moments,
and forgiving relevance,
it is in his heart he is holding,
and calling behind sadness of empty fields.
It is in these moments of time well spent,
In these moments of gravity,
this time well spent,
a look to heaven,
sighing tears of angel's and a night sky
racing,
racing,
yelling softly,
this is the moment,
this is the moment.
A look to heaven,
sighing tears of angel's and a night sky,
this is the moment.
Holding moments and forgiving relevance,
it is in his heart,
calling behind sadness of empty fields.
it is in these moments,
of time well spent,
in these moments of gravity,
behind tired eyes,
behind tired eyes,
i think he's waiting,
knowing your destiny,
he calls him the angry son.
this is the moment,
this is the moment,
this is the moment,
this is the moment,
its hard to say,
running out of time,
they don't know me,
its hard to say,
they don't know me.
this is the next last moment.
i am the angry son,
i am the angry son,
i am the angry son,
i am the angry son.
this is the moment,
this is the moment,
i am the angry son,
i am the angry son.
i am the angry son,
i am the angry son.
Sighing tears of angel's and a night sky