In common language cash refers to money in the physical form of currency, such as banknotes and coins.
In bookkeeping and finance, cash refers to current assets comprising currency or currency equivalents that can be accessed immediately or near-immediately (as in the case of money market accounts). Cash is seen either as a reserve for payments, in case of a structural or incidental negative cash flow or as a way to avoid a downturn on financial markets.
The word is variously attributed. Some claim that the word "cash" comes from the modern French word caisse, which means (money) box, from the Provençal word caissa, from the Italian cassa, from the Latin capsa all meaning box. In the 18th century, the word passed to refer to the money instead of the actual box containing it. Another claim is that it was derived from Tamil word kāśu (Tamil: காசு) meaning a coin, by East India Company.Kāśu itself is derived from kārṣāpaṇam, a currency which was used by the Mahajanapadas in 6th century BC.
"Cash" used as a verb means "to convert to cash"; for example in the expression "to cash a cheque".
John R. "Johnny" Cash (February 26, 1932 – September 12, 2003), was an American singer-songwriter, actor, and author, who has been called one of the most influential musicians of the 20th century. Although he is primarily remembered as a country music icon, his songs and sound spanned many other genres including rockabilly and rock and roll—especially early in his career—as well as blues, folk, and gospel. This crossover appeal led to Cash being inducted in the Country Music Hall of Fame, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and Gospel Music Hall of Fame.
Cash was known for his deep, distinctive bass-baritone voice; for the "boom-chicka-boom" sound of his Tennessee Three backing band; for his rebelliousness, coupled with an increasingly somber and humble demeanor; for providing free concerts inside prison walls; and for his dark performance clothing, which earned him the nickname "The Man in Black". He traditionally started his concerts by saying, "Hello, I'm Johnny Cash." and usually following it up with his standard "Folsom Prison Blues".
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Goodchild, a young writer, lands back home in Sydney direct from Paris, to attend his ex-girlfriend's funeral 'The Dead Girl'. At the airport he is sped away to a motel party by his best friend 'Cash' where he encounters 'The Beautiful Financial Backer', who works in advertising. At the wake, she commissions Goodchild to write 'The Love Enterprise' for her agency. A relationship develops. Soon, his past and present collide and Goodchild is cast on an existential journey through the hot Australian summer. Haunted by the twin ghosts of love and death Goodchild is pushed to his limit and to the edge of everything else.
A Pop-Art Film
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Five friends take a trip the mountains in order to hear their life long friend David play his first big gig. But as the trip unfolds the once suicidal Julian, childhood friend to David, begins to loose control. After his med's go missing he begins a downward spiral that will rip the friends apart forever. But what he doesn't know is that one of the friends is really getting even the whole time. Who can you trust?
You really can't trust anyone these days now can you?
You just can't trust anybody...
Plot
Enter a natural place where unnatural rules. Lady Bless, wanted? She's the most pure, knowledgeable being of our time. She knows what most do not. She must secretly spread the word. Find out why the truth is suppressed in a world of hybrids.
Keywords: gmo
Raw Foods/Living Foods/All Natural Foods
GMO Free
Health/Wealth/Vegan/ Vegetarian
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Inspired by Flannery O'Connor's southern Gothic masterpiece, "Good Country People," The Glass Eye is a short film about about a miscreant door to door bible salesman, Billy Dial. One day while out knocking on doors and pushing bibles, Billy meets an anxious widow and her surly daughter. Billy decides to show her who's boss.
Keywords: bible-salesman, southern
Let me hold your eye.
Plot
You think your job sucks? You haven't met Bill and Alex. Alex and Bill work for a hit man named Cash, their job is to clean up after his hits. See what a typical day for Alex and Bill is like in the short prequel to the feature film, The Cleaners.
We Never Miss A Spot...
Here we go around again
Curve of life spiraling
Everything we've ever known
As the seed of life gets blown
And the miracle of time
When will that time just end?
Remember, you decide to take that vow
Grab that ring it's not a whim, not a whim
When you'd be cashing in
Try to turn your life around
And all the things you do resound
And then you can't lose control
Say, your time has come and then
Hard to pinpoint find the seam
Where that one time ends
Where that time begins
Remember, you decide take to that vow
Take a stand, grab that ring
It's not a whim, it's not a whim
It's only time that you're cashing in
In the white noise of desire
We can't hear a single thing
Floating 'round the fragile bough
The afflictions of the human soul
It's beauty immaterial
You decide, stand along the fallen ones
Take revenge, defeated sons
Rend that coat from seam to seam
It's only time, it's only time
That you spend, you spend
It's only time, you spend
It's only time, you spend
Cash, I need some fucking cash I need it kind of fast
I need it now right away right away
cash, gonna make it last don't tell me about the past
I need it now right away right away
I need some fucking cash you need some fucking cash
we all need some fucking cash run and get my gun
cash, don't tell me about the past don't wanna make it last
I need it now right away right away
cash, you need some fucking cash were gonna make it last
I need it now right away right away
I need some fucking cash you need some fucking cash
we all need some fucking cash run and get my gun
cash
cash I need some fucking cash I'm gonna make it last
I need it now right away right away
cash dont tell me about the past, don't wanna make it last
I need it now right
away right away
I need some fucking cash you need some fucking cash
(I can feel it)
Music be flowing through my veins
(Oh I can feel it)
Music be flowing through my veins
The game change people, they don't love me the same
But music in my blood, I got love for the game(x2)
I've played the drugs scene, thats sold drugs to drug fiends
Coz I love cream but music is in my blood stream
Im heavy'O on the radio in the club scene
My fans don't understand what say no to drugs mean
Blood diamonds, bentley love like dove cream
I watch dirty money, but make sure the tub clean
Nigga my bars off the richter
Is the dude that rock a lotta jews like (Hitler)
If a nigga try stop me from getting richer
I spit them shots, and pop niggaz like ur sister
I clap it, me and the ratchett a bad mixture
When I hit ya your gonna need more than talinor lixor
I spit the chopper doc wont be able to fix ya, brother
Your mother, and all your babies will miss ya
I'm from philly, I ball but no im not a sixer
Barry not illegal either, I carry illegal heaters
You not about what you said you were 'bout,
My lifes a movie don't get edited out
And, you should watch who your wife let in the house
Coz I aint sleep with her but I slept with her mouth
Im pathetic, hell-a-don, contastetics in her mouth
skeet skeet, got onna dem teeth pregnant in her mouth
Niggaz complain bout the rap game
Cats in the game, aint rapping the same, raps changed
They like Cas we need you to come back man
Raps so lame, you got that crack cocaine
My flow flames, caroesine and phutane, gasoline and propane
I aint playin no games
Back when I started to rap, I aint had no change
I was commited with, stuck with it until the dough came
Thats why I got love for this music
Not only did I write it I produced it
This Exclusive
Music be flowing through my veins
(I can feel it)
Music be flowing through my veins
The game change people dont love me the same
But music in my blood, I got love for the game (x3)
Music be flowing through my veins (x4)
[Featuring: Wooh da Kid]
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
So pump right out my bong
Don't leave 'til the whole bong gone
2 Track don't fear my past
Hustlin' for the cash
Grindin' for this cash
Hustlin' for the cash
Grindin' for this cash
All I know is...
So pump right out my bong
Don't leave 'til the whole bong gone
2 Track don't fear my past
Hustlin' for the cash
Grindin' for this cash
Hustlin' for the cash
Grindin' for this cash
All I know is...
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
I gotta get it, gotta get it, oh the money marathon
All I know if flex and grind, what the flock? I gotta shine
I wanna hit it, wanna hit it, got that bitch on my mind
Ain't no thin ones over here, you gon get stuck there every time
Waka Flocka Waka Flocka, keep the coke up every time
Winner ate the stash, it's alright, can't lose they mind
Late late late, you are my kind, thank you Billy porcupine
All I know is takin' paper, aha gla gla gla
Always in the hood, ain't hard to find
Get with us if you sell a tone
And you mad dog, fuck one time
What about yours and what about mine?
People tried, can't stop me, I chui sukaki
Where you from, where wait up
My squad brick-nopoli
Squuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuad!
So pump right out my bong
Don't leave 'til the whole bong gone
2 Track don't fear my past
Hustlin' for the cash
Grindin' for this cash
Hustlin' for the cash
Grindin' for this cash
All I know is...
So pump right out my bong
Don't leave 'til the whole bong gone
2 Track don't fear my past
Hustlin' for the cash
Grindin' for this cash
Hustlin' for the cash
Grindin' for this cash
All I know is...
[Verse 2: Wooh Da Kid]
All I know is Guala Harry bring cash
I need all my money, Harry quick fast
Don't plan, 'xcept you playin' with my check
You just had his shoulders, bitch ate a snack
I got 2 guys to leave you guys dirty
No one fuck with money on your hand, you'll be found
Adios, enough of all this he say she say
I say you go down, you just made your pay
All he want is fame, pull him on the poster
Playin' with my bred, it gets you burnt by the toaster
Grind for the cash, hustle for the hell of it
Gon say like I just like the smell of it
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
So pump right out my bong
Don't leave 'til the whole bong gone
2 Track don't fear my past
Hustlin' for the cash
Grindin' for this cash
Hustlin' for the cash
Grindin' for this cash
All I know is...
So pump right out my bong
Don't leave 'til the whole bong gone
2 Track don't fear my past
Hustlin' for the cash
Grindin' for this cash
Hustlin' for the cash
Grindin' for this cash
I'm talking cash, nigga
Gripping grain, swaging lanes
We talking cash, nigga
Candy paint on all them Range
We talking cash, nigga
Don't try to stop my shine
We talking cash, nigga
'Cause I tussle on the mind
I'm talking cash, nigga
I'm talking cash, nigga
I'm talking cash, nigga
I'm talking cash, nigga
It's Big Moe I stepped up in the door
Out the South side bitch I'm far from a hoe
I ain't even scared and you know I'm down to wreck it
I'ma hit the bed Moe-Yo gone get naked
Got to strap my glock, got to strap my ding-a-ling
Out the South side, Moe-Yo gone sing sing
I'ma swing swing, crawl down slow
It's that Big Moe and you know I'm no hoe
I'ma knock down that hoe Toni Braxton
It's Moe-Yo come down there hating hoes I'm taxing
Slacking sleeping off, you can't be talking about my click
You know it's Wreck shop, hating hoes be on dick
It's that boy Moe, I'm out the South side
I done came down, Moe-Yo I'm gone chop
Ain't gone stop to the T O P
I creep I'm putting it down from the M O to the E
My nigga Noke Deezy, all about his cheezy
It's the Moe-Yo claim pussy got to be greasy
Got to keep it wet, on the mic I be's a vet
I'm coming down five thousand gotta get my check
If you want me to be on your song or sing a damn hook
It gotta be five grand bitch I'm coming down cool
With my nigga what Blue U
Out the South side, M-O-E a damn fool
With my partner D-Reck, hoes they been checked
It's that Wreck shop, earning paper and our respect
And my brother K-Luv, my nigga Big Toon
Knocking down soon, Moe-Yo gotta get a room
At the end of the fucking night, I'm gone be fucking
It's that Moe coming down, I do the gangsta strutting
My nigga King One, let's have fun
My partners Keke, Weets, the Lil Red coming down on hard
My nigga High G, you know he's down with me
M-O to the E, from the 1, 2, 3
The Wreck shop tree, that's where I be from
Partner Silly Yo coming down on fucking hard
I'm talking cash, nigga
Gripping grain, swaging lanes
We talking cash, nigga
Candy paint on all them Range
We talking cash, nigga
Don't try to stop my shine
We talking cash, nigga
'Cause I tussle on the mind
Since I was 17, I've been sipping on sip
Bitch niggas come through empty out the clip
I love old school cars, with candy ass paint
Your other niggas pussies cause them other niggas fake
You hollin' you a killa but I know you ain't no killa
I see you in the street bitch I'm a trill ass nigga
And now since the eighties, putting niggas down
Letting motherfuckers hear all that bass around
I ride an Impala, don't pop my collar
Coming through the record company, want all my dollas
You ain't got my paper bitch, you don't get no dick
And I ain't put my dick in the uh you wrecked
'Cause tramp hoes be talking, on the pilla walking
Out the street get them hoes, telling em bout all your clothes
And your car sitting on gold, and how much you get at shows
You shouldn't trust that bitch, that bitch will get you hit
I see it all the time, bitches get knocked on the grind
Keep it ten with that wife, coming back in the middle of the night
Say bitch you need to stop, you need to sell some cock
You need to get off them rocks and get on private yachts
I'm talking bout they cousin, coming through bitches buzzing
Drinking on Hennessey, bitch you don't know Pimp C
You late on the slab, coming through whipping ass
I whip it up in the lab and put it out like it's dark around
I'm talking cash, nigga
Gripping grain, swaging lanes
We talking cash, nigga
Candy paint on all them Range
We talking cash, nigga
Don't try to stop my shine
We talking cash, nigga
I buy the world with my plastic cash
I get things done
Life's not so bad in my cadillac
I make things run
I just keep going, running like the others do
I make my way, oh sorry did I step on you?!
I just keep going, running like the others do
I make my way, oh sorry did I step on you?!
And then I'm back and watch the light's go out
And with a grin I agree
Cash makes the world go round
And round and round again
When I wake up my body has it's second skin
I'm all pumped up, my veins are filled with gasoline
A million earned, the next big deal done on the green
And after lunch I view my profile on the screen
And then I'm back and watch the lights go out
And with a grin I agree
Cash makes the world go round and round again
I'm in control
I have no doubt about
'Cause there is one thing I know
Cash makes the world go round and round for me again
So give us cash 'cause we're the merchant
And the maker and marine corps
And we're the outcast who's got no team to root for
And we're the dreamers who built the world a new door
And we're the fast man who robs himself a liquor store
Sacred angel, look and see
Are we living like we ought to be?
Or are we loathsome? But aren't we true?
I guess we're both sometimes just like you
"Built to last" said the used car salesman to the fool
He can manipulate a mind like a hand tool
In his mind, in his line of work you live by one rule
You laugh at the world first before the world laughs at you
Sacred angel, look and see
Are we living like we ought to be?
Or are we loathsome? But aren't we true?
I guess we're both sometimes just like you
Strolling to the water with the devil's only daughter
I said, "Can you show me something that I don't know?"
So she set herself on fire in a burst of evil laughter
Might be the last fantastic thing I'll ever see
I think I'm gonna crash if I keep going down
The path that I'm going down
Going too fast and not showing signs of slowing down
Who the hell knows, I might go and do it purposely
And laugh at the world first before the world laughs at me
Sacred angel, look and see
Are we living like we ought to be?
Or are we loathsome? But aren't we true?
I guess we're both sometimes just like you
Just like you
Sacred angel, look and see
Just like you
Are we living like we ought to be?
Just like you
Or are we loathsome?
But aren't we true?
Just like you
I guess we're both sometimes
She said, she likes
Waking up closer rather than apart
But her heart's in California,
Her heart's in California
And she can't wait to wake up
In the city, in the summer
By the ocean near the coastline
So the breeze can just remind her
That she can get away,
When she can't stay awake...
I'm gonna need some time,
And a reason that I can't find,
You're not the only one not listening
I'm gonna need some time,
And a reason that I can't find,
You're not the only one not listening
Everything about her makes me scream my lungs out (scream my lungs out)
Try to be honest, cause the night life's running out (scream my lungs out)
Where will she go next?
She's a party girl,
She's a party girl,
And her heart's in California
But the palm trees and streetlights and boardwalks mean nothing,
If she can't get back to her life in the summer,
She can get away...
I'm gonna need some time,
And a reason that I can't find,
You're not the only one not listening
What the hell was she thinking?
Giving up and moving on
Everything was perfect, you were here
This place is empty, I'm alone,
I've got your lipgloss on my mind,
This place is empty, I'm a nervous wreck
There's some things I won't understand,
There's some things I won't understand,
There's some things I won't understand.
I'm gonna need some time,
And a reason that I can't find,
You're not the only,
You're not the only
You're not the only
I'm gonna need some time,
And a reason that I can't find,
You're not the only one
(Everything about her makes me scream my lungs out, so scream my lungs out,
Chorus:
When you have cash in the pocket
You are the king
When you have cash in the pocket
You get the girls
When you have cash in the pocket
You get your way
You need cash
To fix your car
To make a deal
To stay alive
Cash walks cash talks
Cash opens the door
Chorus
You need cash
To make a bet
To fix a judge
To stay alive
Cash walks cash talks
Cash opens the door
Everyone will be your friend
If you got a lot to spend
They will say you're beautiful
Simply unbelievable
You're the one who's in demand
When you got some cash on hand
Chorus
You need cash
To buy a drink
To call the shots
To stay alive
Cash walks cash talks
Cash opens the door