Samuel Johnson (18 September 1709 [O.S. 7 September] – 13 December 1784), often referred to as Dr Johnson, was an English author who made lasting contributions to English literature as a poet, essayist, moralist, literary critic, biographer, editor and lexicographer. Johnson was a devout Anglican and committed Tory, and has been described as "arguably the most distinguished man of letters in English history". He is also the subject of "the most famous single work of biographical art in the whole of literature": James Boswell's Life of Samuel Johnson.
Johnson was born in Lichfield, Staffordshire, and attended Pembroke College, Oxford for just over a year, before his lack of funds forced him to leave. After working as a teacher he moved to London, where he began to write miscellaneous pieces for The Gentleman's Magazine. His early works include the biography The Life of Richard Savage, the poems "London" and "The Vanity of Human Wishes", and the play Irene.
After nine years of work, Johnson's A Dictionary of the English Language was published in 1755; it had a far-reaching effect on Modern English and has been described as "one of the greatest single achievements of scholarship." This work brought Johnson popularity and success. Until the completion of the Oxford English Dictionary 150 years later, Johnson's was viewed as the pre-eminent British dictionary. His later works included essays, an influential annotated edition of William Shakespeare's plays, and the widely read tale Rasselas. In 1763, he befriended James Boswell, with whom he later travelled to Scotland; Johnson described their travels in A Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland. Towards the end of his life, he produced the massive and influential Lives of the Most Eminent English Poets, a collection of biographies and evaluations of 17th- and 18th-century poets.
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Jenna Dreams of finding the perfect man and getting married. But a series of unfortunate accidents takes the lives of every boy she's ever loved. Until she falls for Alex and the wedding date is set. When the best man is murdered at the bachelor party and girls in the bridal party start to disappear, Jenna has a terrifying realization - the terrible secrets from her past have come back to torment her.
here comes the blood...
This is One Wedding You Won't Want to Crash
Scream now or Forever Hold your peace.
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Brewster is a minor league baseball player. Unknown to him, he had a (recently deceased) rich relative. In order to test if Brewster knows the value of money, he is given the task of disposing of $30m in 30 days. Brewster isn't allowed to have any assets to show for the $30m or waste the money in any way. If successful, Brewster gets to inherit $300m. The biggest problem of all however, is that Brewster can't tell anyone what he's doing, so everyone thinks he's crazy. Add to this the fact that if he fails, two scheming trustees will get their hands on the money, Brewster's task is not an easy one.
Keywords: accountant, accounting-fraud, african-american-man, apostrophe-in-title, bail-out-of-jail, bank-vault, bar-fight, baseball, baseball-catcher, baseball-pitcher
An American excess story.
Yesterday he was a relief pitcher in the minor leagues of life. Today he's been handed the American Dream... on a very hot plate.
He has 30 million to spend in 30 days - and he's doing it in the craziest, funniest way ever!
This is the story of Montgomery Brewster, a relief pitcher in the Minor Leagues of life, who is about to be handed the American Dream... on a very hot plate.
One man is about to make the biggest decision that will change the course of his life... financially and mentally.
From the people that brought you "The Warrriors", "48 Hrs.", and "Streets of Fire" comes a film about one man's chance to be rich... with a catch.
Spend $30 Million in the next 30 days without acquiring any assets in order to collect an inheritance of $300 Million. Sounds easy? Well, you'll soon find out.
You don't have to be crazy to blow 30 million dollars in 30 days. But it helps.
Your Basic Riches-To-Rags Comedy
Monty Brewster: Gentlemen, do you think I'm a lowlife?::Tailor: Oh no, Mr. Brewster. Not with these clothes.
Rupert Horn: [speaking to Monty in his recorded will] Brewster? Greetings from the grave! Don't look so surprised. Did you know your great-grandfather was a honky? My old man married twice. One wife, white, produced me. One wife, black, produced your grandmother. Checkered family you might say. I've outlived them all Brewster, except you. They tell me you're my only living relative and I have to say, I'm disappointed. Look at you! what have you made of yourself? A failed baseball pitcher. I believe in being honest, Brewster. No bullshit. I'm stuck with you. But... we're gonna have some fun... [starts laughing only to be overtaken by terrible coughing for a moment before calming down] Let me tell ya a little story, Brewster. When I was seven years old, my daddy caught me smoking a cigar. Locked me in a broom closet for two days and two nights with nothing more than a box of cigars and a book of matches. No food, Brewster. No water, just those god damn cigars. Wouldn't let me out till I finished every last one of them. Taught me one HELL of a lesson! I'm gonna do to you what my daddy did to me. I'm gonna teach you to HATE spending money. I'm gonna make you so sick of spending money that the mere sight of it will make you wanna throw up! [pause] So, here's my proposition: you have thirty days in which to spend thirty million bucks. If you can do it, you get three hundred million!::Monty Brewster: [more to himself] There's gotta be a catch.::Rupert Horn: Of course there's a catch! You have to spend the thirty million, but after thirty days you're not allowed to own any assets. No houses, no cars, no jewelry. Nothing but the clothes on your back! Now, you can hire anybody you want, but you have to get value for their services. You can donate five percent to charity and you can gamble another five percent away, but you can't give this money away, and that includes buying the Hope Diamond for some bimbo as a birthday present. [pauses for a beat] oh, I know what you're thinking, you'll buy yourself a dozen Picassos and use them for firewood, right?::Monty Brewster: [nods his head somewhat, still stunned]::Rupert Horn: Wrong! You must not destroy what is inherently valuable, that's instant disqualification. Oh, I almost forgot. You're not allowed to tell anybody WHY you have to spend this money.::Monty Brewster: But why can't I tell my friends?::Rupert Horn: Because I don't want anybody helping out! Nobody helped me out in that closet with those cigars! I never had any friends. So, Brewster what do you think? You got the balls for it? [pause] I doubt it. That's why I put a special wimp clause in my will. You can have a million dollars right now and forget the whole thing. Or you can go for the big one, Brewster. The three hundred million. But if you fail, you don't get didley!
Monty Brewster: What are you gonna vote?::Crowd: [in unison] None of the above!
Monty Brewster: Why is it when there's trouble we're the ones that get into it. I mean, there's a bar full of people and we're the only ones in jail.::Spike Nolan: I don't think it's racial you know, because I'm in here with you.::Monty Brewster: That's comforting.
[discussing the redecoration of Monty's room]::Marilyn: Imagine this. Mesopotamia...::Monty Brewster: Mesopotamia...::Marilyn: meets Busby Berkeley.::Monty Brewster: Busby Berkeley...::[Monty has a bewildered look on his face]
Monty Brewster: Marilyn? I could die in this room.
Spike Nolan: Monty, this is Hackensack, NJ. No scout comes here, you understand that. Trains are going through the outfield right now. But you strike this guy out, I'll take you with me tonight and get you drunk, that's a promise.
[On night 29, Angela Drake is calculating all the expenses and finds that Monty had spent the remaining $38,000 on the big party in the Plaza Hotel's Grand Ballroom; Brewster walks into the room to see the inevitable]::Monty Brewster: Hi. I thought I'd find you here. Listen, since Warren's not around, I... thought maybe I can escort you to the party.::Angela Drake: Monty, I'm real sorry about you retiring from baseball. I know how much it meant to you.::Monty Brewster: That's all right. I mean, it happens to everyone sooner or later. It's the nature of the game.::Angela Drake: Yeah. Well... I don't think there's anything left here for me to add up, so I guess this is goodbye.::Monty Brewster: Goodbye? Don't you wanna go to the party?::Angela Drake: Oh, no. I couldn't stand another one. If you wanna know the truth, I don't see what could you possibly be celebrating unless you think it's okay to squander thirty million dollars.::Monty Brewster: I don't. I just think maybe it was a phase I was going through.::[Angela, about to turn cross, starts to walk away]::Monty Brewster: Listen, tomorrow, things will be different. I won't be like this anymore.::Angela Drake: [turns cross] Come tomorrow, you are dead broke. It's all over. You don't even have a job playing baseball anymore. And what do you do? You throw a party with last thirty-eight thousand!::Monty Brewster: Listen to me. I pissed off so much money, I figured, what difference does $38,000 make?::Angela Drake: [angry] Oh, how dare you. That's more money than a lot of hard-working people earn in a year! You better get your values together because you're gonna need them.::Monty Brewster: [frustated] Why don't wait until tomorrow and then you'll know what this is all about.::Angela Drake: [furious] Just forget it, okay? And I hope you have fun at that party 'cause it all you got left!::[Angela, very upset, storms out of the room and slams the door behind him]::Monty Brewster: I love you.
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Flash used to be a talented baseball player but he took to drinking and now he sells stolen watches in the streets. One day he meets Chu Chu who, before falling into alcoholism like him, was a successful entertainer. Now she still dances but in the streets for no more than a cent or two. Luck seems to smile at them the day they find stolen government documents forgotten some place. They decide to return them to their legal owners but instead of the expected reward money all the retribution they get is a whole lot of trouble.
Keywords: baseball-has-been, carmen-miranda-impersonator, character-name-in-title, homelessness, reference-to-carmen-miranda, san-francisco-california, vagrant
Beast of the seven seas!
In every roaring port they knew the "Wolf" and his savage crew...and what befell his human prey!
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(Johnson)
Yesterday is just the day before today
Sat and watched it, watched it slide away
Yesterday cried. Oh, yesterday cried
Looking at me through those tiny eyes
Why did you do it, why'd you have to lie
Yesterday cried. Oh, yesterday cried
Chorus:
All you ever wanted, and all you'll ever need (*4)
Oh, yesterday cried
My main line's gone a different way
I woke up, and it was yesterday
Yesterday cried. Oh, yesterday cried
Times been good, times they been bad
When I was with you, you know it made me sad
Yesterday cried. Oh, yesterday cried
(Chorus)
Yesterday cried
By the shape of things I'm in
I'll just watch it slide away
Yesterday. Yesterday. Yesterday
(Johnson)
Williamton angel smiles
Carries them through the miles
Throw all his on goods (?)
Fire that never burns
Chorus:
Williamton angel, don't come down
Carry his feet up off the ground
Oh, Williamton angel
Williamton angel appraised
Licking the tears from her eyes
Night is turning to day
Who needs sleep anyway
(Chorus)
Oh, Williamton angel (Williamton)
Williamton angel is gone
Leaving behind a song
Deny it was a return
Things we got to be learned
(Chorus)
Williamton angel
Oh, Williamton angel
Williamton angel
(Johnson)
I once knew a guy
Who always asked for money
I'd give him 10, he'd insist on 20
And now when I see him around
His face is always pointed down at the ground
Chorus:
All I wanna know
Is why he is such a prick
Please tell so I know what makes guys like him tick
He's such a dick
He wanted to borrow some records from my collection
On no return, I felt the rejection
And now, when I see him in town
Same way as always, his head is towards the ground
(Chorus)
Unsatisfied, a word he often uses is need
He is usually really wired on that cheap trucker speed
Last time he was at my house, he tried to walk away with my weed
Jeff plays bass, Mark and I play rhythm
Dan and Gary play lead
(Johnson)
You took me down when I was there
You shot me down, like you didn't care
You only, the only simple wish you only wish, was born a prayer
For a friend
You toss and turn in your bed alone
You throw abuse through a telephone
Why don't you sit back relax, sit back and let your feelings go
With a friend
Chorus:
Can't you let it go
Oh, it aches you so
Got to let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
On new years eve, you had it all
A new year came, and I watched you fall
You only plan was for a man, you only plan was for a friend
Just a friend
(Chorus)
I can't believe
The things you can't see
You're never wrong, you're always right
You're never wrong, you're always right
You got me wrong
(Repeat)
You're never wrong, you're always right
You're never wrong, you're always right
You got me
(Verse 2)
With a friend (*3)
Friend (*2)
You came to me
One summer night
And from your beam
You made my dream
Woh, let me tell you now
And from the world
You sent my girl
And from above
You sent love
Now she is mine
I think you'll find
Because she loves you
Mr. Moonlight
Mr. Moonlight
Come again please
Here I am on my knees
Begging you to please
The night you don't come my way
I pray each day
Because she loves you
Mr. Moonlight
The night you don't come my way
I pray each day
Because she loves you
Mr. Moonlight
Mr. Moonlight
Come again please
Here I am on my knees
Begging you to please
The night you don't come my way
I pray each day
Because she loves you
( Johnson )
I'm going down town tonight, I'm gonna find myself a dream
I'm gonna dress up right, and be the best they've ever seen
You can tell from their eyes, you can tell from their eyes
That they're never impressed, that they're never impressed
From the way they walk round, from the way they walk round
They are used to the best, they are used to the best
Going down town tonight, going down town tonight
Going down town tonight, going down town tonight
Why let them break you in with self-sophisticated praise
'cos when the cards are low you see the smile come on their face
If you speak the right words, if you speak the right words
They will hear what you say, they will hear what you say
They will take your attention, just take your attention
And then turn away, and then turn away
Going down town tonight, going down town tonight
Going down town tonight, going down town tonight
Just one thing before you go my ladies of the night
Just one thing I have to say I've got you, and you're
Confident and debonair you move between the stars
Hungry for those staring eyes that fill your waking hours
Going down town tonight, going down town tonight
Going down town tonight, going down town tonight
Going down town tonight, going down town tonight
Your face is all run dry with all the echoes of the night
And so I'm home alone, I wash my head and hold on tight
If you speak the right words, if you speak the right words
They will hear what you say, they will hear what you say
They will take your attention, just take your attention
And then turn away, and then turn away
Going down town tonight, going down town tonight
Going down town tonight, going down town tonight
Going down town tonight, going down town tonight
Going down town tonight, going down town tonight
Going down town tonight, going down town tonight
(Johnson)
One of these nights
This wonderful life
Seems quiet and throws
A blue light on all that you know
You can hear everything
And you can feel it too
Rising with every breath
It's you...
Too idle to care
As the dawn turns to grey
Soaking the air
The truth hangs itself in dismay
In a fog you can't see
But you know it's there
Creaking outside your window
There's others here with us and they cart their dead
away...
In a fog you can't see
But you know it's there
Creaking outside your window
Johnson
The monsters in your heart are feasting off your stomach now
You'd tell someone about the matter but you don't know how.
You broke your wings
You broke your wings trying to be
You broke your wings
You broke your wings flying to me.
The machination of your secret has all failed you now
Into some spiral to the point where we can't get you out.
You broke your wings
You broke your wings trying to be
You broke your wings
Johnson
Isn't it time you found a reason to write a new code ?
I wanna tell you how to live this down
Safe in the steps of my hallucinatory hellos
I wanna tell you how to live this down.
Afternoon gold has sealed the substance of all of my thoughts
Craters of delight, easy with time
And when all my prophecies are cold
Will you still keep me close ?
And now that the tendons and the bones
Have all turned to black stone.
Stumbling down through all the papers and trash in the light
With cypress on your blouse, kept on the sly
Equipped with your story and some pieces of shingle and rope
Johnson
Kittyphone, my morn has come
My Christmas in September sun
Ron, he will soon call just to take the fall and die.
Lick my arm and scrub my face
Contemplate and plot my chase
Show Ramon my stuff, the punk has taunted me enough.
He will let me out
I'll hide beneath the house and wait.
The dirt is cool beneath my paws
Darkness provides camouflage
The feeder brings him back
Unsuspecting of attack.
Some falls to the ground
He'll never guess that I'm around.
And it's so nice to be curious and free this way
And it's so good to be the Predatory King today.
Aaaah ...
In a flash the blood runs fast
Can't undo that broken back
Feathers strewn about, his breath is getting short, running out.
Sad he lost his fight
But I know I'll sleep well tonight, tonight.
And it's so nice to be curious and free this way
And it's so good to be the Predatory King today.
Aaaah ...
Sad he lost his fight
Johnson
"O where have you been, Lord Randall, my son?
Where have you been, my handsome young man?"
"I've been to the wild wood, mother, and I want to lie down.
I met with my true love, mother, make my bed soon."
"And what did she give you?"
"She gave me some supper and I'm -
Chorus:
Sick, sick, weary and tired,
Sick to the heart and I want to lie down".
"O what did you eat, Lord Randall, my son?
What did you eat, my handsome young man?"
"She gave me some eels, mother, fried in a pan,
They were streaked and striped, mother, make my bed soon."
"And where did they come from?"
"They came from the ditches."
"And what got your leavings?"
"My hawks and my greyhounds."
"And what did they do then?"
"They laid down and died and I'm -
Chorus
"O what will you do, Lord Randall, my son?
What will you do, my handsome young man?"
"I fear I am poisoned, mother, make my bed soon.
Down in the churchyard, mother, and lay me down easy,
For I've been to the wildwood and I met with my true love."
"And what did you eat there?"
"Eels in a pan."
"And what was their colour?"
"All streaked and striped."
"And where did they come from?"
"My father's black ditches."
"And what got the leavings?"
"My hawks and my greyhounds."
"And what did they do then?"
"They laid down and died."
"Oh, I fear you are poisoned."
"Make my bed soon."
"And where shall I make it?"
"Down in the churchyard."
"Down in the churchyard."
"And lay me down easy for I'm -
Chorus:
Sick, sick, weary and tired,
(Johnson)
For the day I'm not here, when I'm gone and I'm sorry
If I don't have time, you know what I mean
When I'm far, not far from here, when I've signed for another year
I'll be so... you know
When the white old moon's in the dead old sky
And you're looking on from the window of your own room
It is such bad luck that you will not recover
Do you believe that?
Wake up, light. This place is my right
Night, city light, I can see to the field
And I'll go there someday
I'll look back and I'll see my window
When the white old moon's in the dead old sky
And you're looking on from the window of your own room
It is such bad luck that you will not recover
Do you believe that?
You shouldn't believe that a crack in the pavement
Is to break, not be broken