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Halil Turgut Özal (Turkish pronunciation: [tuɾˈɡut øˈzaɫ]; October 13, 1927 – April 17, 1993) was Prime Minister of Turkey (1983–1989) and President of Turkey (1989–1993). As Prime Minister, he transformed the economy of Turkey by paving the way for the privatization of many state enterprises.
Turgut Özal was born in Malatya and was of partial Kurdish descent. He completed elementary school in Silifke, middle school in Mardin, and high school in Kayseri. Özal studied electrical engineering at Istanbul Technical University, graduating in 1950.
Between 1950 and 1952, he worked in the State Electrical Power Planning Administration and continued his studies in the United States on electrical energy and engineering management between 1952-1953. After his return to Turkey, he worked in the same organization again on electrification projects until 1958. Özal was in the State Planning Department in 1959, and in the Planning Coordination Department in 1960. After his military service in 1961, he worked at several state organizations in leading positions and lectured at ODTÜ (Middle East Technical University). The World Bank employed him between 1971-1973[citation needed]. Then, he was chairman of some private Turkish companies[citation needed] until 1979. Back to the state service, he was undersecretary to the Prime minister Süleyman Demirel until the military coup on September 12, 1980.
Brent Mason (born July 13, 1959) is an American session guitarist and occasional songwriter. He is known primarily for his work in the field of country music. In addition to releasing two instrumental studio albums, he holds several credits as a songwriter. He is a 12 time winner of the Academy of Country Music Guitarist of the Year Award and a two time winner of the CMA Award Musician of the Year.
Brent Mason was born on July 13, 1959, in Van Wert, Ohio. At five years old, he taught himself to play guitar by ear. He moved to Nashville, Tennessee after graduating from high school, in order to pursue a career in country music. Eventually, he was discovered by country guitarist Chet Atkins, who invited him to play on his Stay Tuned album. From there, Mason went on to play on several other artists' albums, including those of George Strait, Alan Jackson, Shania Twain, David Gates, and Neil Diamond. Mason also co-wrote singles for Clinton Gregory ("Play, Ruby, Play") and McBride & the Ride ("Hurry Sundown").
Everything Comes to An End
Plot
Pursuing her music career as a folk artist, Josephine, leaves college and her romance with a young man named Terrence. After continuous failure her band dwindles in morale and eventually abandons her. Josephine must make the decision to pursue her art in its discomfort and difficulty or to go back to the love and comfort of her past.
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A disturbed twin loses his battle with inner demons, much to the delight of his even more disturbed twin sister. Their personalities clash and climax in a twisted ending in which evil prevails. Thematically, the story examines the destructive jealousy between rivaling siblings.
Keywords: murder, rape, revenge, serial-killer
Lust, Betrayal,Revenge, Keep it in the family
What If Your Worst Nightmare ... ESCAPED?
Plot
Jasper Rawlins, a none-too-successful musician, finds himself chatting with a beautiful woman at his neighborhood bar. She goes home with him, direct and frank in answer to his nervousness. During the night, someone breaks into his flat and cuts her throat. He runs into the arms of the police, who dismiss his story, but release him while they search for the weapon. He investigates the crime, and over the next few days, meets a knowing pornographer, hit men, and other schemers. As dead bodies pile up wherever he goes, the police are soon looking for him with guns drawn. As he discovers secrets about a shadowy corporation, the police close in. Can he find someone to trust?
Keywords: conspiracy, dead-policewoman, dead-woman-on-floor, dead-woman-with-eyes-open, faked-death, false-accusation, female-detective, framed-for-murder, independent-film, investigation
Innocence Is No Protection
Peter Hume: The refugees, genocide... they're just a sideshow, distracting everyone from the real agenda: power and influence.
Plot
Four hoodlums break into a jewellers house and brutally murder him, his wife and daughter. On the run they kidnap Jenny, a Senator's grand daughter and her boyfriend, but discover that the two will not be taken easily. In the melee that follows, the gang are blown away one by one, until the final vengeful confrontation between Jenny and the remaining gang member.
Keywords: attempted-rape, bound-and-gagged, death, jewel-robbery, kidnapping, killed-with-a-fork, mass-murder, murder, murder-of-a-nude-woman, nudity
Everyone has a boling point...then comes the...
Plot
Small, plain and poor, Jane Eyre comes to Thornfield Hall as governess to the young ward of Edward Rochester. Denied love all her life, Jane can't help but be attracted to the intelligent, vibrant, energetic Mr. Rochester, a man twice her age. But just when Mr. Rochester seems to be returning the attention, he invites the beautiful and wealthy Blanche Ingram and her party to stay at his estate. Meanwhile, the secret of Thornfield Hall could ruin all their chances for happiness.
Keywords: 1820s, 1830s, 1840s, 19th-century, arson, aunt, ballet, based-on-novel, battered-child, blindness
A Love Story Every Woman Would Die a Thousand Deaths to Live!
[first lines]::Jane Eyre: [narrating] My name is Jane Eyre... I was born in 1820, a harsh time of change in England. Money and position seemed all that mattered. Charity was a cold and disagreeable word. Religion too often wore a mask of bigotry and cruelty. There was no proper place for the poor or the unfortunate. I had no father or mother, brother or sister. As a child I lived with my aunt, Mrs. Reed of Gateshead Hall. I do not remember that she ever spoke one kind word to me.
[last lines]::Jane Eyre: [narrating] As the months went past, he came to see the light once more as well as to feel its warmth; to see first the glory of the sun, and then the mild splendour of the moon, and at last the evening star. And then one day, when our firstborn was put into his arms, he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes as they once were... large, brilliant and black.
Jane Eyre: I should never mistake informality for insolence. One, I rather like; the other, no free-born person would submit to, even for a salary.::Edward Rochester: Humbug! Most free-born people would submit to anything for a salary.
Mrs. Reed: [introducing Jane] This, Mr. Brocklehurst, is the child in question. She is the daughter of my late sister's husband by an unfortunate union which we in the family prefer to forget. For some years she's lived in this house.
Dr. Rivers: You keep your schoolroom uncommonly cold, Mr. Brocklehurst.::Henry Brocklehurst: A matter of principle, Dr. Rivers. Our aim is not to pamper the body but strengthen the soul.::Dr. Rivers: I should not have thought that a bad cough was any aid to salvation, but then I'm not a theologian. Good day, sir.
Edward Rochester: I put my requests in an absurd way. The fact is once and for all, I do not wish to treat you as an inferior, but I've baffled through varied experiences with many men of many nations and roved over the globe while you've spent your whole life with one set of people in one house. Don't you agree it gives me the right to be masterful and abrupt?::Jane Eyre: Do as you please, sir. You pay me 30 pounds a year for receiving your orders.
Edward Rochester: Are you always drawn to the loveless and unfriended?::Jane Eyre: When it's deserved.
Blanche Ingram: [as she and Rochester emerge from the house into the garden:] It is a beautiful place, your Thornfield.::Edward Rochester: As a dungeon, it serves its purpose.::Blanche Ingram: Dungeon? Why, it's a paradise! [Rochester grunts. Blanche goes on:] Though of course, if one lived here, one would really have to have a house in London, wouldn't one?::Edward Rochester: [dry:] Unquestionably. And a little apartment in Paris, perhaps a villa on the Mediterranean.::Blanche Ingram: How delightful that would be! But Thornfield would always be there, as a retreat from the world. A green haven of peace and... and love.::Edward Rochester: Love? Who's talking of love? All a fellow needs is a bit of distraction. A houseful of beautiful women every now and then to keep him from brooding on his woes - [chuckling:] peering too closely into the mysteries of his heart.::Blanche Ingram: That is, if he has a heart. And sometimes I wonder, Edward, if you really do have one.::Edward Rochester: [unperturbed:] Have I ever done or said anything to make you believe that I have? If so, I assure you it was quite unintentional.::Blanche Ingram: Are you never serious?::Edward Rochester: Never more than at this moment, except perhaps when I'm eating my dinner.::Blanche Ingram: Really, Edward, you can be revoltingly coarse sometimes.::Edward Rochester: [not as a question:] Can I ever be anything else.::Blanche Ingram: Can you? [She lays a hand on his arm and draws him around to look at her] Would I have come to Thornfield if you couldn't?::Edward Rochester: Ha, that's a very nice point, Blanche. Would you, or would you not? We'll begin by considering the significant facts of the case. Mr. Rochester is revoltingly coarse, and as ugly as sin...::Blanche Ingram: [interrupting:] Edward! I...::Edward Rochester: [light and cheerful, all through:] Allow me, my dear Blanche - I repeat, as ugly as sin. Secondly, he flirts sometimes, but is careful never to talk about love or marriage. However - this is the third point - Lady Ingram is somewhat impoverished, [she gives him a sharp look] whereas the revolting Mr. Rochester has an assured income of eight thousand a year. Now in view of all this, what is the attitude that Miss Blanche may be expected to take? From my experience of the world, I'd surmise that she would ignore the coarseness, et cetera, until such time as Mr. R is safely...::Blanche Ingram: How dare you!::Edward Rochester: [laughing outright] Now now now, no horseplay!::Blanche Ingram: I've never been so grossly insulted in all my...::Edward Rochester: [quite cheerful] Insulted? My dear Blanche, I merely paid you the enormous compliment of being completely honest!::Blanche Ingram: Mr. Rochester, you are a boor and a cur! [He watches as she stalks off. Fade to black. Fade up: the Ingram party is riding away from Thornfield]
Jane Eyre: Do you think I can stay here become nothing to you? Do you think because I'm poor and obscure and plain that I'm soulless and heartless? I have as much soul is you and fully as much heart. But if God had gifted me with wealth and beauty, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you. There, I've spoken my heart, now let me go...::Edward Rochester: Jane, Jane... you strange, almost unearthly thing. You that I love as my own flesh.::Jane Eyre: Don't mock me now.
Plot
Mr. Chedworth Steps Out tells the story of a mild-mannered clerk continually hounded by his wife and unappreciated at his long-time job. After being laid off, he takes a night watchman's job, where he unexpectedly finds a bagful of money. Unbeknownst to him, the money is counterfeit, and he proceeds to get wrapped up in a series of misadventures that are both funny, dramatic, and suspensful. Also interesting for being the first film of Peter Finch (Network).
Keywords: character-name-in-title
BACK from HOLLYWOOD to make you laugh again!
Cecil Kellaway - Fun Favourite of "IT ISN'T DONE"
Can I call you gone? cause it's shorter than im losing
you. room 209 is filled with 3 so ill tell the operator,
ill jump off to start a scene.
-way before you even knew what was wrong, you knew what
youknew what you were getting yourself into.
-And you were wrong when you said that you come to no
one. define come over and how do you spell dead again ?
Cause if it starts with "s" I guess I must be oh so close
and oh so far away. Here we go again don't worry "lynn"
it's almost over , it's almost over.
-Way before you even knew what was wrong, you knew what,
you knew what.
- a glass of one inch of water, that's how shallow i can
barely step in him. thats me blank space blank. this
pushover. p-u-n-k. i want to be with you. blonde hair and
greeneyes i dance with wolves.
-hey greeneyes dont talk about bus rides or wax lips..(we
dont talk about this)
-way before you even knew what was wrong you knew what,
you knew what.
-another word for male, seven days, what a show, what a
show, what show, no seatbelts attached, if you dont want
to talk that's cool too. ill watch you drive away like
Party lifestyles of the Warehouse and Co. Saving lives
before it was cool, that's all you need to know. Baby,
baby, I'd miss you more if you could speak. Baby, baby,
baby talk dirty to me or you won't ever be able to come
back to us.. Water?
I still got pictures of you, they read like a trainwreck
and stereo instructions. You've derailed. The off button
is to the left right next to you. You? On 3 we attack.
Immature is a word that describes 16 year old girls. You
were supposed to be beautiful.
I don't want to be associated with any of the letters
that could represent your name 'The babiest deer under a
baby blue sky'... Immature is a word that describes 16
Es que? why?... He'll ease our way. Try to oar your way
back to shore alone. How many rowboats do you need?
Bazooka here, bazooka there, you get around. You'll sink
rowboat style like it's going out of style, but when it's
green, you go, you go, Bazooka here, bazooka there, you
get around. You're so wild, you're all the rage. Being
naked all the time, somethings never change, but
somethings do. You weren't good at dancing only bruising.
20 minute redlights show how good we are at choosing.
Take me on a wild goosechase and we'll ride the carousel
around, around, around, around. Up and down, feel the
flow... oh. That's not fair. But when it's green you go,
you go, Bazooka here, bazooka there, you get around.
Bottoms up, bottoms up, where's my bazooka? It's shakened
but it's not stirred. If I want games I'll ask everyone
for your name. Babe you are fired, nice form, a little
rough on the landing. You may have to settle for the
bronze. And gold? We don't talk about this for the 140th
time. So you can crash your Apache helicopter into the
river where a greenlight is on a dock across the water.
So say it doesn't matter. I'm just across the river with
an umbrella in my drink waiting for you... waiting for
Can I call you gone? cause it's shorter than im losing
you. room 209 is filled with 3 so ill tell the operator,
ill jump off to start a scene.
-way before you even knew what was wrong, you knew what
youknew what you were getting yourself into.
-And you were wrong when you said that you come to no
one. define come over and how do you spell dead again ?
Cause if it starts with "s" I guess I must be oh so close
and oh so far away. Here we go again don't worry "lynn"
it's almost over , it's almost over.
-Way before you even knew what was wrong, you knew what,
you knew what.
- a glass of one inch of water, that's how shallow i can
barely step in him. thats me blank space blank. this
pushover. p-u-n-k. i want to be with you. blonde hair and
greeneyes i dance with wolves.
-hey greeneyes dont talk about bus rides or wax lips..(we
dont talk about this)
-way before you even knew what was wrong you knew what,
you knew what.
-another word for male, seven days, what a show, what a
show, what show, no seatbelts attached, if you dont want
to talk that's cool too. ill watch you drive away like
I can't wait until it's spring break again, So i can
tell all my friends what they'll be missing. Get wet or
go home, Get wet or go home (Yeah, that's what we'll be
singing). I could sit here and talk about the salt of
your skin, but I don't know what that is, and we don't
talk about this. I left my confetti at home, but I've
got plenty of hats. They said leave if I don't like
that they're cutting a rug and asking questions later
like 'How much in the cup?' She yells from across the
room "Full Blast, if I'm not plastered I'm not gonna
last another minute around Skyler." Let's all get
wasted tonight. Bros, bros, bros, trust me, they're the
ones that you know. And to really think we're alright,
alright just like a 12 story swan dive. That's my
middle name. And all those times we wasted time with
those you call friends. Garden States, Amelies, and Joe
Black, I don't think we'll ever meet. So while you're
breaking knees, I'll be bending backwards to see what
you need. I wonder if you're doing this just to get by
or if I'm the one getting shoved out of trees, I'm
right? I can't do this. And almost laughing, we'll all
be singing..."I'll stop acting, If you start thowing,
I'll stop acting, If you start thowing, I'll stop
acting, If you start thowing Gatsby over a mountain."
Let's all get wasted tonight. Bros, bros, bros, trust
me, they're the ones that you know. And to really think
we're alright, alright just like a 12 story swan dive.
That's my middle name. "I'll stop acting, If you start
thowing, I'll stop acting, If you start thowing, I'll
stop acting, If you start thowing Gatsby over a
mountain. I'll stop acting, If you start thowing, I'll
stop acting, If you start thowing, I'll stop acting, If
you start thowing Gatsby over a mountain.." Let's all
get wasted tonight, Let's all get wasted tonight, let's
I've got your calling card and it says don't call at
all.
All in all I've got no one and nobody gots me.
And due to excessive shoe loss,
yeah, they're falling off, they're falling off.
Without further adieu, I'm-a stop it all with signs and
everything and all.
If you didn't want to be here you shouldn't have come
at all.
WE'RE GONNA HAVE A BALL.
And if you don't come it's your loss.
Shake it from side to side.
This is Mexico and from here on out it's a no holds
barred.
See he's already in.
I've lost all momentum to attempt to have half of a
conversation with you.
But this is nothing new.
But this is nothing.
You're the worst thing that's happened to me and if I
was lying maybe we could agree to disagree.
"We're not working out"...
"I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I
know..."
Abrupt pause. "I know." ,
"I'll walk you out"... I'm on my way right now. We've
got to find that horse.
Well, let's go, where's your seatbelt? Let's grow, mi
dos.
Grow up? I've neglected to mention there's a hole in my
boat, we're not going anywhere.
You're still on mute, I'm a mime.
They call me Luke, It's short for Leukemia.
You keep getting louder.
I'm not accusing you, I'm just saying It's all your
fault.
You put the 'cool' in alcohol, and I've lost all
momentum to try to speak to you.
Alas, my fingers hurt from snapping, so, you better
stay on beat.
I'm lost and you know exactly where to find me, on and
on ...so wrong.
Silly girl, tricks are for kids, where's your tricks
now?
-A second chance gums down hard. our candy. we dont talk
about win win situations or taking hints way too close to
home. the only one you'll miss wont think twice. write it
down fast. nice try lush but its not fast enough. if i
can say this is about you. can i and say i didnt? If i
cant i wont but i probably already did.What you say? we
dont talk about pointless stares and some great
expectations. I never knew how much i liked "next in
line" until i met you. what lady you didnt know? shutup
lady just shake your hips enough so that i can see too.
write it down fast nice try lush but its not fast enough.
i need you like a shotgun blast to the face.what you say?
we dont talk about tom buchanan and some great
expectations, I never knew how much i liked "next in
line" until i met you. write it down fast on these walls
nice try darling we dont want to talk about hurting each
other or making other faults about whose more into this.
is it time to step out? i swear ill miss out. i dont want
to be there to break your fall. you know thats..uh if you
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4 3 2 1
1 2 3 Whoo!
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Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ah
Push it, push it
Watch me work it
I'm perfect
Thats right I'm a superstar
Everybody wanna come up when I'm at the bar
All the people wanna try
Its like give me some more
Try a little harder honey
Give me some more
Lets go I'm a superstar
Getting busy with the boys hanging at the bar
Everybody come across 'cause they all want me
You all knew when you saw me
I like how you look, baby call me
{2X}
1 2 3 4
Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ah
Push it, push it
Watch me work it
I'm perfect
Check it out now
{2X}
The look, the lips, the hips, the tits
The hair, the eyes, the skin, the waist
You can see what i can do on this microphone
So guess what i'm gonna do to you at home
Perfection haha!
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{2X}
1 2 3 4
Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ah
Push it, push it
Watch me work it
I'm perfect
Perfect, perfect, perfect, I'm perfect
1 2 3 4
4 3 2 1
1 2 3 4
4 3 2 1
1 2 3 4
Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ah
Push it, push it
Watch me work it
-There we are
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh. over easy.oh oh. shrug those
shoulders. we can show her thumbs up tonight. its all im
the knees. lighten up to my high beams. show us the "v"
and i'll call you easy. easy come easy go. oh oh
oh.Me..You .you you you you're great...but ive been known
to dine foreign.
-stop mumbling ..i what? i cant hear what youre
stuttering. i think ill stutter too for something new(for
something new, for something new) ill get those two hands
off of you.
-our days have run long and your dress all too short.we
made out like bandits and im not gonna steal anymore than
runny eggs and whatever this is, so just keep quiet.I
cant say anymore about this than let's just be honest.
-honest is a joke told at a price that couldnt be bought
so pack your bags youre all out of cash.How could you
listen to brown eyes and the greatest sighs that ive ever
heard. youve lost your touch, i love suprises. friends do
that to partners. how selfish?This selfish. ok youve won
and i promise i am selfish, wrong, right, worn , and
sitting on your fence like there we are "hello say so
long to your clothes and maybe this time we'll call it a
Cement, mortar, and bricks, my favorite materials
brick by brick i'm slowly building up my walls
higher and higher i can barely see over now
hammer and chisel so i can get some light
Maybe someone can peer in through my pinhole
maybe someone can see through my window
And see this body trapped behind these walls
i don't want you to see the whole picture
just a corner maybe the wood of the frame
a syllable a letter of the signature
I don't want you to know the canvas
Every other weekend
i tempt myself
with a ladder
i think about climbing over
rung by rung
and being naked
i question every step rung by rung
Then i climb back down cause i got a glimpse
a scent, a sound, and my eyes burn
the smell makes me nauseous
the pop noises leave my ears ringing
-just shake hands and run away. cause walking is not fast
enough for second place. and live like june out of a hat
just to play pretend, and believe me, we'll play pretend.
-i apologize for ever saying i was sorry.way down a road.
-ill wave and you dont have to pay your cars reassurance
that you might now come home tonight and i might not call
again.(her name started with an "A".)
-just say well its hello