Atlanta ( /ətˈlæntə/, stressed /ætˈlæntə/, locally /ætˈlænə/) is the capital and the most populous city in the U.S. state of Georgia with a 2010 population of 420,003. Atlanta is the cultural and economic center of the Atlanta metropolitan area, which is home to 5,268,860 people and is the ninth largest in the U.S. It is a major component of a growing southeastern megalopolis known as the Piedmont Atlantic Megaregion. Atlanta is the county seat of Fulton County, and a small portion of the city extends eastward into DeKalb County.
Atlanta began as a settlement located at the terminus of a railroad line, and it was incorporated in 1845. Today, the city is a major business city and the primary transportation hub of the Southeastern United States (via highway, railroad, and air), with Hartsfield–Jackson Atlanta International Airport being the world's busiest airport since 1998. The World Cities Study Group at Loughborough University rated Atlanta as an "alpha(-) world city." With a gross domestic product of US$270 billion, Atlanta's economy ranks 15th among world cities and sixth in the nation. The city is a center for services, finance, information technology, government, and higher education. Metro Atlanta contains the country's third largest concentration of Fortune 500 companies, and is the world headquarters of The Coca-Cola Company, Turner Broadcasting, The Home Depot, AT&T Mobility, UPS, and Delta Air Lines. As of 2010, Atlanta is the seventh most visited city in the United States, with over 35 million visitors per year.
Plot
While driving to Las Vegas with his college friends Rachel, Liz, Atlanta, Sophie and Adam, the selfish and wealthy Mark decides to take a shortcut. Mark stresses with the driver of an old tow truck, and suddenly he sees a woman crossing the road and has a serious car accident. His friend Liz dies, and Mark and Adam run after the girl, who is wounded. The group decides to seek help while Atlanta stays with the severed body of Liz in the car. They find an old house in the woods where a family of psychopaths lives and they are chased by the insane family.
Keywords: bare-breasts, chainsaw-murder, crawlspace, face-slap, farmhouse, female-nudity, lesbian-kiss, lifting-someone-into-the-air, mute-child, no-ending
Rest in pieces.
Mark: Don't you watch scary movies? Bad shit always happens inside the creepy farmhouse.
Plot
An anthology film retelling the story of the famous Studio 54, a hot disco hangout for the social elite of New York. The movie follows several characters at once, some of whom are in desperate straits and on the verge of crashing.
Keywords: 1970s, 1980s, accountant, after-dark-magazine, angel-dust-the-drug, bahamas, bar, bare-breasts, bartender, bartending
Welcome to the Party
You've never been anywhere until you've been here.
Sex. Drugs. Disco. Everything was in excess.
Steve Rubell: Not with that shirt.::[Shane turns to leave, Steve grabs his arm]::Steve Rubell: I said, not with that shirt.::[Shane pauses, then takes his shirt off, showing his six-pack]::Steve Rubell: Welcome to my party, handsome.
Shane O'Shea: [voiceover] A guy named Steve Rubell had a dream: To throw the best damned party the world had ever seen and to make it last forever. He built a world where fantasy was put up as reality and where an 80-year-old disco queen could dance till dawn. Where models mingled with mechanics, plumbers danced with princes. It was a place where all labels were left behind. A place where there were no rules.
Steve Rubell: Is he gorgeous?::Viv: He's gorgeous. Look for yourself.::Shane O'Shea: [voiceover] I was warned that Steven didn't hire any dummies and I should be on my toes because he could ask some really tricky questions.::Steve Rubell: What's two plus two?::Shane O'Shea: Huh?::Steve Rubell: You'll be fine.
Steve Rubell: Prison can be so fucking dull at night.
I will always pray for you, Atlanta
Yeah, yeah, we crankin' this for all tha G's on the east side
We doin' this for all the Gangstas on the west side
We doin' this for all the kings on the south side
Yo, and it's on ATL and it's on ATL, ATL
It's on, and it's on ATL it's on, and it's on, it's on
As I look at you road from the window
Reminising on the places that I been yo
On the road doin' shows fuckin' thugged out
Crank tha club up get a playa drug out
This is clear though, on the road pleasin' my fans
From city to city sometimes it's hard man
My girl is 'bound to have me trippin' though
She tellin' me she love me more than I will ever know
I miss tha crib yo, I'm in the streets
Doin' shows four nights out tha week
Yeah, sometimes the king misses his own throne
Pastor Troy and I miss home, ATL
Atlanta, I'll rep for you
I'll always be there for you
Atlanta, I'll rep for you
I'll always be there for you
I done seen more hotels than my house
I done seen my home boy runnin' his mouth
I know it sound crazy but baby, understand
Every night, I'm out at least ten grand
So we can rock Louis Vuitton and have fun
While puttin' up a college fun for my son
And when we sip we sip Dom Perignon
And when we dip, it's [Incomprehensible]
I know sometime it feel like I am just headed for the cheese
And every time you wanna chill it's like I up and gotta leave
But baby, I am your king and the crib is my throne
I can't wait 'til I get back home, to ATL
Atlanta, I'll rep for you
I'll always be there for you
Atlanta, I'll rep for you
[Canibus]
I wake up in the morn', turn my PlayStation on
Just bought that NFL Blitz and that Basket-Ball
I read the Vibe and Source, to see what's going on
I let my hair grow long, maybe braid it in the fall
Whenever I get bored, I just jump in my car
I go to Lennox Mall, and look for independent broads
Sometimes I get a nod, they treat me like a scrub
I go down to the schools, maybe I get more love
Three P.M. in the evening, I'm on the highway speeding
My front-left tires leaking, should have bought a new one last weekend
I guess I wasn't thinking, up ahead break-lights was blinking
For more than thirty minutes I was stuck in gridlock prison
This traffic drives me crazy, going West on two-eighty
Five bitch almost made me, crash into her Mercedes
I'm glad I almost missed her, I pushed the clutch and shifted
It was a white-lady, I'd rather hit a sister
'Cause see, I know the system, it's easier to trick them
I use my G to pimp them, then convince I'm the victim
Nah baby, you hit me, no I was in lane three
You need some contacts you can't see, no girl don't blame me
Don't panic just be patient, give the bitch the wrong information
She'll probably never claim it, scared of high insurance payments
I love my home Atlanta, I love my home Atlanta
I love my home Atlanta, I love my home Atlanta
[Canibus]
The land of pretty peaches, them girls with round features
Make a nigga say, "Good Jesus," them Georgia dime-pieces
Started off like, "What's your name? Tell me, what's your age?
You got a man? Can we be friends?"
I'm glad you feel that way, come on and ride with me
I take you to that Crunk bar where them sharks eat
Five-star baby, bon-appetite
I got that shrimp appetizer with that dog meat
If shorty want to creep, I bring her home with me
Just bought some candles and that Carl Thomas CD
Bootleg that Jay-Z, stole that OutKast
Been have that Keith Sweat, I know how to make it last
Smack that naked ass, she got a big butt
I ain't in no rush, plus she likes it rough
Kinky stuff like, leather and handcuffs
And them thangs you wrap around a man's you-know-what
That's why I love Atlanta, I can hardly stand-up
I'm a heavy drinker, fix me a cup and sinker
I always love Atlanta, that's why I love Atlanta
I love my home Atlanta, I love my home Atlanta
[Canibus]
As a young child I was so damn bad
Used to drive up the Ave with no tags
Niggaz couldn't see me, I was going so fast
Most niggaz catch whiplash and crash
Face all chipped up from the glass
Running from the police hauling ass
If I get caught, I just give them some cash
Most police give me dap and laugh
Other ones pull up behind the flash
Take a nightstick and tap the glass
Tell me, "Turn the music down," it's on blast
Turn the engine off 'cause I'm wasting gas
Tell them that I'm lost and I need a map
Looking for a hotel to take a nap
Freaknik, officer, I came for that
It was good last year that's why I'm back
That's when he tried to hit me
His big fist barely miss me
I have my camera with me
I think I'll sue the city
I love this place Atlanta
That's why I love Atlanta
I love my home Atlanta
She lives in a bungalow
She kills me with rosegarden thorns
She waits for me
My love is unusual
It's painted with roses and thorns
with her I'm complete
She lives by the wall
and waits by the door
She walks in the sun
to me
Visions of Mexico seduce me
It goes to my head so carefully
Memories of candles and incense
And all of these things remember these
She lives by the wall
and waits by the door
She walks in the sun
to me
She comforts me when
the candles blow out
the cake has grown mold
but the memories are sweet
The laughter's all gone
but the memories are mine
The Mexican princess
is out of my life
She lives by the wall
and waits by the door
She walks in the sun
Early morning, pack my bags
Atlanta airport driver please
Lockheed tristar, runway four
Don't you know I hate to leave.
Lazy acres, five slow days
That georgia farm gave me release
Tequila sunrise lay me down
As the warm winds comb the trees.
But you know I'll return
For atlanta I burn
Atlanta you're my home
All my life, all my days.
I like atlanta, stayed there awhile
Kind of place that I could call home
I like atlanta stayed there awhile
Kind of place that I could call home.
Down at richards, cactus fly
We jammed together all night long
Southern people have a real good time
Grab your stuff and come along.
But you know I'll return
For atlanta I burn
Atlanta you're my home
All my life, all my days.
I like atlanta, stayed there awhile
Kind of place that I could call home
I like atlanta, stayed there awhile
Kind of place that I could call home.
L. a. n. t. a. atlanta
walking, where i have yet to go i'll pay big for this one.
facing these things i've yet to see, my eyes won't be the same.
for now, there's no way. for now, i'll just stay.
running from things that have no force,
my naive self comes up for air.
knowing that all of this time i'm wrong
You have watched the storm clouds roll
Past the lighthouse and the shore
Beyond the breakers they do go
Where they´ll end up I don´t know
And when this weather finally breaks
I wanna feel the sun upon my face
Although many things will change
That is one which stays the same
And all the tears I’ve cried
If I can make it there, I’ll see you on the other side
All I never learned
‘Cause I'm a thousand miles from Atlanta
Beneath a thousand pounds of hurt
In this desert where I sleep
You wait for rain like it´s make believe
Where I’m from, the earth she bleeds
Dark red clay beneath my feet
And if I’m forced to travel on
And end up further from my home
To live forever here alone
Well I don´t think I´ll last this long
And all the tears I’ve cried
If I can make it there, I’ll see you on the other side
And all I never learned
‘Cause I'm a thousand miles from Atlanta
Beneath a thousand pounds of hurt
Seems this road just does not end
And I am dead to all my friends
If I could compromise or bend
Perhaps I might be born again
And as I wait for shooting stars
On a night that´s painful dark
I fall asleep in moving cars
When I wake up I won´t care where we are
And all the tears I’ve cried
If I can make it there, I’ll see you on the other side
And all I never learned
‘Cause I'm a thousand miles from Atlanta
Is it possible for you to claim a land
You've never seen
To talk about a far away place you've
Never been
Imagine a city buried beneath the sea
An ideallic island
Calm and serene
Untouched by civilizations uncivilized
Hane lies a land at
20,000 leagues
Fighting over street corners but never
Own the rocks
Homeboys closest to the foundations when
Lying in a box
Imagining cities butried beneath the sea
And ideallic islands calm and serene
Untouched by civilizations uncivilized
Hand lies a land at
20,000 leagues
Hidden from discovery
Faith remains the same
Underground street heroes never played
The game
And then Columbus came
Introduced his ways
His midas touch turned golden sands back
Into dust
Now morals rusting and decaying
Where is where is
And maybe tonight we'll ride around the ride or get it right
I'll write you when I'm home again
I can't smile until I'm whole again and until then
I'll pretend, I'll pretend like I'm just fine
(Pretend like I'm just fine)
Say we'll stay the same
As we go on
What are you chasing after?
You make my heart beat faster
And lately have we been day to day this way?
Expecting me to fix and make this whole,
I can't pull myself to bring us home again
And until then I'll pretend, I'll pretend like I'm just fine
(Pretend like I'm just fine)
Say we'll stay the same
As we go on
What are you chasing after?
You make my heart beat faster
Say we'll stay the same
As we go on
What are you chasing after?
What are you chasing after?
Say we'll stay the same for years to come
I'm dying to hear the way you breathe
When you're lying next to me
From the start I knew I'd change
I've rendered myself over-rated
We'll make it out, I swear we'll make it
Say we'll stay the same
As we go on
What are you chasing after?
You make my heart beat faster
Say we'll stay the same
As we go on
What are you chasing after?
Singing sweet country music
Breathing clean mountain air
Singing sweet country music
Makes me wish that I was there
It's been more than a year now
Since my daddy had passed away
But I keep his memory with me
In the songs we used to play
Singing sweet country music
Breathing clean mountain air
Singing sweet country music
Makes me wish that I was there
Well, he'd lean back in his rocker
With a bible in his hand
And he'd talk about religion
And just how to work the land
Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by, Lord, by and by
(By and by)
There's a better home a waiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky
Singing sweet country music
Breathing clean mountain air
Singing sweet country music
Makes me wish that I was there
Makes me wish that I was there
Makes me wish that I was there
(Wish that I was there)
Sweet country music
(Wish that I was there)
Among that sweet country music
(Oh, I wish that I was there)
Singing sweet country music
Sweet country music