Thomas Daniel "Tim" Conway (born December 15, 1933) is an Emmy award-winning American comedian and actor, who has worked in sitcoms, sketch comedy, and film. Conway is best known for his role in the popular 1960s WWII sitcom McHale's Navy as the inept Ensign Charles Parker, second in command to Lt. Commander Quinton McHale (Ernest Borgnine), and for co-starring alongside Carol Burnett on The Carol Burnett Show.
Conway was born in Willoughby, Ohio, a suburb of Cleveland, to an Irish father and Romanian mother, and grew up in nearby Chagrin Falls. He attended Bowling Green State University in Bowling Green, Ohio, majoring in speech and radio, and was a member of the Phi Delta Theta Fraternity. After graduating, he joined the Army, and thereafter took a job at a Cleveland radio station, at first answering mail and later as a writer in the promotional department. Conway changed his first name to "Tim" to avoid confusion with actor Tom Conway.
Conway moved back to Cleveland to work with Ernie Anderson on KYW-TV, an NBC affiliate, in 1958 and 1959 and later, from 1960 to 1962, on WJW TV, (then the CBS affiliate) on the weekday morning film (under the Ernie's Place banner) where he also wrote material for the comedic skits shown in between film intermissions. Conway recorded a comedy album with Anderson.
Carol Creighton Burnett (born April 26, 1933) is an American actress, comedian, singer, dancer and writer. Burnett started her career in New York. After becoming a hit on Broadway, she made her television debut. After successful appearances on The Garry Moore Show, Burnett moved to Los Angeles and began an eleven-year run on The Carol Burnett Show which was aired on CBS television from 1967 to 1978. With roots in vaudeville, The Carol Burnett Show was a variety show which combined comedy sketches, song, and dance. The comedy sketches included film parodies and character pieces. Burnett created many characters during the show's television run.
Burnett was born in San Antonio, Texas, the daughter of Ina Louise (née Creighton), a publicity writer for movie studios, and Joseph Thomas Burnett, a movie theater manager. Both of her parents suffered from alcoholism, and at a young age she was left with her grandmother, Mabel Eudora White. Her parents divorced in the late 1930s, and Burnett and her grandmother moved to an apartment near her mother’s in an impoverished area of Hollywood. There, they stayed in a boarding house with her younger half-sister Chrissy.
Harvey Herschel Korman (February 15, 1927 – May 29, 2008) was an American comedic actor who performed in television and movie productions beginning in 1960. His big break was being a featured performer on The Danny Kaye Show, but he is best remembered for his performances on the sketch comedy series The Carol Burnett Show and in several films by Mel Brooks, most notably as Hedley Lamarr in Blazing Saddles.
Korman, who was of Russian Jewish descent, was born in Chicago, Illinois, the son of Ellen (née Blecher) and Cyril Raymond Korman, a salesman. He served in the United States Navy during World War II. After being discharged, he studied at the Goodman School of Drama. He was a member of the Peninsula Players summer theater program during the 1950, 1957, and 1958 seasons.
His early television work included voice-over work as the Great Gazoo on The Flintstones. He appeared on numerous television programs, including the role of Blake in the 1964 episode "Who Chopped Down the Cherry Tree?" on the NBC medical drama The Eleventh Hour. He frequently appeared as a supporting player on The Danny Kaye Show from 1963 through 1967. From 1964-1966, he appeared three times in consecutive years on the CBS's comedy The Munsters starring Fred Gwynne and Yvonne De Carlo. During the 1965-1966 season, Korman made regular appearances on The Flintstones as The Great Gazoo, in what would be its final season on network TV. He also starred in the short-lived Mel Brooks TV series The Nutt House.
Harry Lillis "Bing" Crosby (May 3, 1903 – October 14, 1977) was an American singer and actor. Crosby's trademark bass-baritone voice made him one of the best-selling recording artistes of the 20th century, with over half a billion records in circulation.
A multimedia star, from 1934 to 1954 Bing Crosby was a leader in record sales, radio ratings and motion picture grosses. His early career coincided with technical recording innovations; this allowed him to develop a laid-back, intimate singing style that influenced many of the popular male singers who followed him, including Perry Como,Frank Sinatra, and Dean Martin. Yank magazine recognized Crosby as the person who had done the most for American G.I. morale during World War II and, during his peak years, around 1948, polls declared him the "most admired man alive," ahead of Jackie Robinson and Pope Pius XII. Also in 1948, the Music Digest estimated that Crosby recordings filled more than half of the 80,000 weekly hours allocated to recorded radio music.
Clerow Wilson, Jr. (December 8, 1933 – November 25, 1998), known professionally as Flip Wilson, was an American comedian and actor. In the early 1970s, Wilson hosted his own weekly variety series, The Flip Wilson Show. The series earned Wilson a Golden Globe and two Emmy Awards.
In January 1972, Time magazine featured Wilson's image on their cover and named him "TV's first black superstar".
Born in Jersey City, New Jersey, he was one of 18 children in an impoverished household. After years of bouncing from foster homes to reform school, 16-year-old Wilson lied about his age and joined the United States Air Force. His outgoing personality and funny stories made him popular; he was even asked to tour military bases to cheer up other servicemen. Claiming that he was always "flipped out," Wilson's barracks mates gave him his famous nickname. Discharged in 1954, Wilson started working as a bellhop in San Francisco's Manor Plaza Hotel.
At the Plaza's nightclub, Wilson found extra work playing a drunken patron in between regularly scheduled acts. His inebriated character proved popular and Wilson began performing it in clubs throughout California. He managed to get jobs at various comedy clubs using his nickname, Flip. At first Wilson would simply ad-lib on-stage, but in time, he added written material and his act became more sophisticated.
from the time of the heretic
back to the age of the cyber web
wearing the stole of an Anglican priest in New England--
so they call this land
two thousand one and still nothing has changed
mankind is dragging in corruption and sin
lined up like cans of meat up on a shelf
stacking in their houses
there's sex on TV
in the mist of an empty life
they just clock in each day
where's my heaven? Life is Hell
where's my soul that should live forever
where's my heaven? Life is pain
where's the dream that will last forever?
children abused on the screen as a rule
technology serves euro chemical wars
cops getting killed by the squad of the mayor
if this isn't Hell, tell me what can be Hell?
as a core of a senseless life
they just clock in each day
where's my heaven? Life is Hell
where's my soul that should live forever
where's my heaven? Life is pain
where's the dream that will last forever?
where's my heaven? Life is Hell
where's my soul that should live in a world of light and love until The End
tenebraum
rex sigillum in oculos impii ponit
qui obscuritatem
vitat eum vaniis blanditiis
temporis proximae
vitae et angelici
gregis donans
two thousand one and still nothing has changed
mankind is dragging in corruption and sin
lined up like cans of meat up on a shelf
stacking in their houses
there's sex on TV
in the mist of an empty life
they just clock in each day
where's my heaven? Life is Hell
where's my soul that should live forever
where's my heaven? Life is pain
where's the dream that will last forever?
where's my heaven? Life is Hell
where's my soul that should live forever
where's my heaven? Life is pain
where's the dream that will last forever?
where's my heaven? Life is Hell
Its now two thousand years, you base your realm on my death
You say you praise and speak words of faith and defend your ownership of God
Its now two thousand years, you exploit the rights on my death
You glorify the poor while youre dressed in gold and invest your wealth
On subtle device of control of the masses belief of the good fighting grief
And attempt to mark your eternity ends by saying the judgement is near
By spreading terror and fear, abusing the words that I spoke
So the heretic dies when he tries and placing doubts on your salvation of souls
Then he should be afraid of you saying eternity ends
The search for perfection is not the one that you wrote on your books
As only the Father can sat what is right, hence you tried to destroy the Writings of the Dead Sea Scrolls
When somebody placed his doubts on your own version of the truth
Anyone should wonder why you say that eternity ends
Marking the edges of time and unfold the secret is not up to you
Just let the Father reveal whats untold
Im not the eternity end
I am not the eternity end
My birth is not the eternity end
I am not the eternity end
My death is not the eternity end
I am not the eternity end
My birth is not the eternity end
I Believe Again
Night time falls on my empire
Stars like pearls shine bright
Your smile like gold lights my desire
Staring at your eyes make me feel
Like I'm born again in silver dawn
Like loving life again
Summer storm on my emotions
Your eyes like midnight stars
Winter breeze on my hot passion
Watching you by far gives me thrill
And brings me back to daylight's blinding sheen
Like a tempest on the sea
Like a fire in the wind
Like the white of fallen snow
Like the blue of summer skies
Once again I hold your hand
Once again I trust in you
Once again I'm here to say I believe again
And only time will tell if Love can be denied
I believe again, I believe
Like a tempest on the sea
Like a fire in the wind
Like the white of fallen snow
Like the blue of summer skies
Once again I hold your hand
Once again I trust in you
Once again I'm here to say I believe again
And only time will tell if Love can be denied
I believe again, I believe
Night time falls on my empire
Stars like pearls shine bright
Your smile like gold lights my desire
Staring at your eyes makes me feel
Like I'm born again in a silver dawn
Like loving life again
Summer storm on my emotions
Your eyes like midnight stars
Winter breeze on my hot passion
Watching you by far gives me thrill
Across the ocean at the very end of the sea
There's a new wild land still untouched by the beauty of our Lord and his love
On the other side of the ocean
There's a wild man still living free
And our mission's to teach him the glory of our Mother Church
And make him believe that one day
Everything shall have to change
The poor will be rich tustice will rule in peace and nothing will count but our souls
At the back of the planet on the very edge of the world
There's a kingdom to establish and laws to obey and respect
The sake of mankind will make sure
Everything shall have to change
The poor will be rich, justice will rule in peace
And we shall be the ones who hide behind the wall of hidden lies
Behind the cross
Searching for new horizons
Searching for souls
I feel the doubt that mounts within
Fear winding round my soul like spiritual uneasiness
I'm aware that something's wrong
I thought I was the brave, I was the chosen one
I feel the rage that grows within
Everything now's wrong
And a thousand crates of gold will never pay for lives
We struck to death in the name of God and hid behind the cross
And the crown of king of new worlds won't justify the slaughter
Too many innocent died for progress and glory of the Church
Across the ocean on the other end of the sea
There's an old stone cold land still corrupted by evil and vice, out of grace
On the other side of the ocean
There's an old man still killing free
And his riches are due to the murdering of our new world
And he keeps on spreading the Word
Increasing his power in death
The poor will be poor and the rich will get rich
His justice will rule on us
Behind the wall of hidden lies
Behind the cross
Searching for new horizons
Searching for souls
Behind the wall of hidden lies
Behind the cross
Searching for new horizons
blood stains on the sand
blood stains on the ruins
it's children's
it's women's blood
the tears of Jerusalem
under the sun of the same old god
unde the fire of an eternal war
the clang of tanks shatters the hopes
the battle rages on
vengeance to vengeance for thousand years
the innocent die with blast in their ears
the cry of the victims invoking their gods
the angels look away
the horizon is fading to grey
shadows scream for pain
the lights of distant glories
have turned to obscurity
no one defies the night of belief
no one wants to see
the lights of distant glories
have turned to obscuity
no one defies the night of belief
no one will give in
the hoizon is fading to grey
shadows scream for pain
murders and killings for an impossible dream
locked in a cage of despair within
industrial crusaders making money out of war
the Nations will just watch
the horizon fading to grey
shadows screaming fo pain
the lights of distant glories
have turned to obscurity
no one defies the night of belief
no one wants to see
the lights of distant glories
have turned to obscurity
no one defies the night of belief
Clear me a space
To gaze at the stars
They dreamed about telescopes
Alone in the park
I thought of the empty cars
Surrounded by ugly homes
So hand me a pen
To write the card
To say goodbye
Clear me a space
To gaze at the stars
Where am I am I here to stay?
who ami I would you call me someone?
a new life, yet another life that I feel isn't mine
when I closed my eyes it was yesterday,
now I'm facing a brighter tomorrow
I shouldn't look behind, I should be looking forward
to the light, to the hope, to the chance
of starting again with a brand new life
in a future clear from misakes
I want to smile, I want ot love again
life like it could last forever
and I feel the strength in my heart, in my soul
feel the pulse of my blood in my head
and I'm standing again
in a timeless reality with much younger spirit inside
ready to stand high again
time for glory, time for you,
now the future is calling
time for vengeance, time to win,
I was born on the night of the falling star by the Virgin and the Man
I was sent over here to be the saviour of worlds
To heal the people and set them free
I was supposed to be the one to wear the crown
The one to share the pain of the poor, of the ill
Forgive the sins accrued in thousand years
And lead the human race towards a better life and reveal
How love can truly save the one who does really believe
How the light erase the dark that lies in the heart of each man
And only with one touch I'll heal the humble dying
And only with one look I'll bring him back to life
And only with my stare I'll open the masses' eyes
Bringing justice between men
But in my dreams I see an evil man who's dressed
As holy priest and sends his son to die in war
He wants to expand his realm
Increase his wealth of gold
He doesn't care of Love
He really needs no Love and declares he does it all for God
Saying he does really believe
He'll send me to the cross
I threaten his status of king
And only with my touch I'll reduce the distance that separates men from the sky
And then again only with my words I'll change the social order
Bringing justice between men
I'm the new Messiah and you, you call me Jesus
I'm the messenger they announced in the Bible
I'm the new Messiah who will give you Light
I'm the son of God who wash away the sin
I'm the new Messiah and you, you call me Jesus
I'm the messenger they announced in the Bible
I'm the new Messiah who will give you Light
I'm the son of God who wash away the sin
I'm the new Messiah and you, you call me Jesus
I'm the messenger they announced in the Bible
I'm the new Messiah who will give you Light
Inquisition? s got me
Accusing me of conspiracy
They never see me in church
? We know you don? t believe?
They? re all masters
They? re all servants
They all betray each other
They always obey, politely submissive
They? re all clever intellectuals
They would sell their soul
For a higher rank in society
Their devotion to the wheel
If I don? t do what they say
I? ll be burning on the cross
Now the cross is standing tall
Waiting for witches? repentance
Burning in the wind
Is religion supposed to kill
The ones who just dare to disagree?
Does religion kill?
I must pay the toll
I don? t deserve forgiving for my sins
Kneel to society!
The cross is standing tall
They? re all clever intellectuals
They would sell their soul
For a higher rank in society
Their devotion to the wheel
If I don? t do what they say
I? ll be burning on the cross
I try to forget they nailed me to the cross
and try to forget the pain I felt inside
When desperation arose in my Mother's eyes
She stared at me with tears of blood
With tears of pain she cried for those who kill and kill again
I try to hide the pain by swallowing it when rage is driving me insane
I try to forgive a man's mistake
Even though he was aware it was my blood
It is my pain, it is my Mother's cry
That's killing me down deep again
I can see a million tears in the eyes of the world
And try to see the light at the end of the dark
Who do I have to wipe the tears from the eyes of the world?
Why do I have to love the ones who killed my soul?
Are You going to give me strength enough to live and love?
Enough to say a prayer, enough to smile again
Again, it is my pain, it kills me again
I can see a million tears in the eyes of the world
And try to see the light at the end of the dark
Who do I have to wipe the tears from the eyes of the world?
Why do I have to love the ones who killed my soul?
Again, it is my pain, it kills me again
I can see a million tears in the eyes of the world
And try to see the light at the end of the dark
Who do I have to wipe the tears from the eyes of the world?