A café (/ˈkæfeɪ/ or /kæˈfeɪ/), also spelled cafe, in most countries refers to an establishment which focuses on serving coffee. The name derives from the French, Portuguese and Spanish word for the drink and is often pronounced "kaff" (/ˈkæff/) in the British English.
In the United States, "cafe" may refer to an informal restaurant offering a range of hot meals and made-to-order sandwiches, also known as a "coffee shop", while what is regarded as a café elsewhere is termed a coffeehouse.
In most European countries, such as Austria, Denmark, Germany, Norway, Sweden, Portugal, etc., the term café implies primarily serving coffee, typically accompanied by a slice of cake/tart/pie, a "Danish pastry", a bun, or similar sweet pastry. Many (or most) cafés also serve light meals such as sandwiches. European cafés often have tables on the pavement as well as indoors. Some cafés also serve alcoholic beverages, particularly in Southern European countries.
In the United Kingdom and Republic of Ireland a café (with the acute accent) is similar to those in other European countries, while a cafe (without acute accent, and often pronounced "caff") is more likely to be a greasy spoon style eating place, serving mainly fried food, in particular breakfast dishes. In the Netherlands and Belgium, a café is the equivalent of a bar, and also sells alcoholic beverages. In the Netherlands a koffiehuis serves coffee, while a coffee shop (using the English term) sells soft drugs (cannabis and hashish) and is generally not allowed to sell alcoholic beverages.
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A feature length documentary work which presents a case for a needed transition out of the current socioeconomic monetary paradigm which governs the entire world society. This subject matter will transcend the issues of cultural relativism and traditional ideology and move to relate the core, empirical "life ground" attributes of human and social survival, extrapolating those immutable natural laws into a new sustainable social paradigm called a "Resource-Based Economy".
Keywords: advertising, automation, biology, capitalism, conditioning, consumerism, debt, determinism, economics, efficiency
Roxanne Meadows: [from trailer] The problems that we have today will continue to go on. This will never go away within a monetary system.
Dr. James Gilligan: [from trailer] In the past, throughout nearly all of human history, the main threat to human survival was Nature. Today it is culture.
John McMurty: [Dr. McMurty is Prof. emeritus of University of Guelph] You know, economists are, in fact, not economists at all, they are propagandists of money value.
Dr. James Gilligan: [from trailer] Not only does structural violence kill more people than behavioural violence, it is also the cause of the majority of behavioural violence.
Jacque Fresco: I'm 94 years old now, and I'm afraid my disposition is the same as it was 75 years ago: This $hit's got to go!
Narrator: Money is in fact a *false* incentive, and it causes a hundred times more distortion than it does contribution.
Jacque Fresco: Now, we have to change our system - or perish.
Martin Luther KIng Jr.: [from trailer] There is some things in our society and some things in our world which I'm *proud* to be maladjusted to, and I call upon all men of good will to be maladjusted to these things.
[first lines]::opening title card: In a decaying society, art, if it is truthful, must also reflect decay. And unless it wants to break faith with its social function, art must show the world as changeable, and help to change it. - Ernst Fischer::voiceover-collage: ...deadly riots over the government's plan to avoid defaulting on its loans... is that the unemployment keeps rising, and it has to keep rising just because it has an excess supply of goods... because this is all borrowed money that our kids... and our debt is owned by banks, you know... to build a cigarette that delivers the taste and... I first learned it from my grandmother. Now my grandmother was a wonderful person. She taught me how to play the game Monopoly. She understood that the name of the game is to acquire. She would accumulate everything she could, and eventually she became the master of the board. And then she would always say the same thing to me, she'd look at me and say "One day you'll learn too play the game."
[last lines]::Jacque Fresco: The in-group will do all it can to stay in power. And that's what you've got to keep in mind. They'll use the army and the navy and lies or whatever they have to use to keep in power. They're not about to give it up. Because they know of no other system that perpetuates their kind.
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A feature length documentary work which presents a case for a needed transition out of the current socioeconomic monetary paradigm which governs the entire world society. This subject matter will transcend the issues of cultural relativism and traditional ideology and move to relate the core, empirical "life ground" attributes of human and social survival, extrapolating those immutable natural laws into a new sustainable social paradigm called a "Resource-Based Economy".
Keywords: advertising, automation, biology, capitalism, conditioning, consumerism, debt, determinism, economics, efficiency
Roxanne Meadows: [from trailer] The problems that we have today will continue to go on. This will never go away within a monetary system.
Dr. James Gilligan: [from trailer] In the past, throughout nearly all of human history, the main threat to human survival was Nature. Today it is culture.
John McMurty: [Dr. McMurty is Prof. emeritus of University of Guelph] You know, economists are, in fact, not economists at all, they are propagandists of money value.
Dr. James Gilligan: [from trailer] Not only does structural violence kill more people than behavioural violence, it is also the cause of the majority of behavioural violence.
Jacque Fresco: I'm 94 years old now, and I'm afraid my disposition is the same as it was 75 years ago: This $hit's got to go!
Narrator: Money is in fact a *false* incentive, and it causes a hundred times more distortion than it does contribution.
Jacque Fresco: Now, we have to change our system - or perish.
Martin Luther KIng Jr.: [from trailer] There is some things in our society and some things in our world which I'm *proud* to be maladjusted to, and I call upon all men of good will to be maladjusted to these things.
[first lines]::opening title card: In a decaying society, art, if it is truthful, must also reflect decay. And unless it wants to break faith with its social function, art must show the world as changeable, and help to change it. - Ernst Fischer::voiceover-collage: ...deadly riots over the government's plan to avoid defaulting on its loans... is that the unemployment keeps rising, and it has to keep rising just because it has an excess supply of goods... because this is all borrowed money that our kids... and our debt is owned by banks, you know... to build a cigarette that delivers the taste and... I first learned it from my grandmother. Now my grandmother was a wonderful person. She taught me how to play the game Monopoly. She understood that the name of the game is to acquire. She would accumulate everything she could, and eventually she became the master of the board. And then she would always say the same thing to me, she'd look at me and say "One day you'll learn too play the game."
[last lines]::Jacque Fresco: The in-group will do all it can to stay in power. And that's what you've got to keep in mind. They'll use the army and the navy and lies or whatever they have to use to keep in power. They're not about to give it up. Because they know of no other system that perpetuates their kind.
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Thibodeaux, a young gay San Franciscan, yearns to reject his parents' hedonistic ways. But when his emerging sexual desires repeatedly get the better of him, he conjures up twisted, self-repressive rationalizations that threaten to drive away his friends and the hunky, mythic man of his dreams.
In the battle between his head and his heart, there was a weapon bigger than both of them.
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Thibodeaux, a young gay San Franciscan, yearns to reject his parents' hedonistic ways. But when his emerging sexual desires repeatedly get the better of him, he conjures up twisted, self-repressive rationalizations that threaten to drive away his friends and the hunky, mythic man of his dreams.
In the battle between his head and his heart, there was a weapon bigger than both of them.
Plot
Thibodeaux, a young gay San Franciscan, yearns to reject his parents' hedonistic ways. But when his emerging sexual desires repeatedly get the better of him, he conjures up twisted, self-repressive rationalizations that threaten to drive away his friends and the hunky, mythic man of his dreams.
In the battle between his head and his heart, there was a weapon bigger than both of them.
Plot
Thibodeaux, a young gay San Franciscan, yearns to reject his parents' hedonistic ways. But when his emerging sexual desires repeatedly get the better of him, he conjures up twisted, self-repressive rationalizations that threaten to drive away his friends and the hunky, mythic man of his dreams.
In the battle between his head and his heart, there was a weapon bigger than both of them.
Plot
Thibodeaux, a young gay San Franciscan, yearns to reject his parents' hedonistic ways. But when his emerging sexual desires repeatedly get the better of him, he conjures up twisted, self-repressive rationalizations that threaten to drive away his friends and the hunky, mythic man of his dreams.
In the battle between his head and his heart, there was a weapon bigger than both of them.
Plot
Thibodeaux, a young gay San Franciscan, yearns to reject his parents' hedonistic ways. But when his emerging sexual desires repeatedly get the better of him, he conjures up twisted, self-repressive rationalizations that threaten to drive away his friends and the hunky, mythic man of his dreams.
In the battle between his head and his heart, there was a weapon bigger than both of them.
Plot
Thibodeaux, a young gay San Franciscan, yearns to reject his parents' hedonistic ways. But when his emerging sexual desires repeatedly get the better of him, he conjures up twisted, self-repressive rationalizations that threaten to drive away his friends and the hunky, mythic man of his dreams.
In the battle between his head and his heart, there was a weapon bigger than both of them.
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Elizabeth's heart is broken. For solace, she drops in late at night a few times at Jeremy's diner for blueberry pie a la mode; they talk. Once, he watchers her sleep, her head on the counter. Abruptly, she leaves New York City to get away from her pain. She works a couple of jobs in Memphis. There, a heart-broken cop is drinking himself into oblivion, his ex occasionally showing up where he drinks and Lizzy works. Then, she's in Nevada, working at a casino where she uses her savings (she wants a car) to stake Leslie, a busted gambler, in a high rollers' game. After, Beth drives Leslie to Vegas where Leslie's estranged father lives. Broken relationships. What about Jeremy?
Keywords: abstaining-from-alcohol, alcoholic, alcoholism, bar, bartender, betrayal, blueberry-pie, british-expatriate, budding-friendship, car-accident
How do you say goodbye to someone you can't imagine living without?
Elizabeth: So what's wrong with the Blueberry Pie?::Jeremy: There's nothing wrong with the Blueberry Pie, just people make other choices. You can't blame the Blueberry Pie, it's just... no one wants it.::Elizabeth: Wait! I want a piece.
Elizabeth: Why do you keep them? You should just throw them out.::Jeremy: No. No, I couldn't do that.::Elizabeth: Why not?::Jeremy: If I threw these keys away then those doors would be closed forever and that shouldn't be up to me to decide, should it?::Elizabeth: I guess I'm just looking for a reason.::Jeremy: From my observations, sometimes it's better off not knowing, and other times there's no reason to be found.::Elizabeth: Everything has a reason.::Jeremy: Hmm. It's like these pies and cakes. At the end of every night, the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone. The peach cobbler and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished... but there's always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.::Elizabeth: So what's wrong with the blueberry pie?::Jeremy: There's nothing wrong with the blueberry pie. Just... people make other choices. You can't blame the blueberry pie, just... no one wants it.
Elizabeth: [wiping her tears] How do you say goodbye to someone you can't imagine living without? I didn't say goodbye. [pause] I didn't say anything. I just walked away.
[last lines]::Elizabeth: It took me nearly a year to get here. It wasn't so hard to cross that street after all, it all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side.
Katya: Sometimes, even if you have the keys those doors still can't be opened. Can they?::Jeremy: Even if the door is open, the person you're looking for may not be there, Katya.
Jeremy: A few years ago, I had a dream. It began in the summer and was over by the following spring. In between, there were as many unhappy nights as there were happy days. Most of them took place in this café. And then one night, a door slammed and the dream was over.
Leslie: You're hopeless...::Elizabeth: You're hopeless too!
Elizabeth: When you're gone, all that is left behind are the memories you created in other people's lives or just a couple of items on a bill.
Leslie: Sometimes your rhythm's off, you read the person right but still do the wrong thing.::Elizabeth: Because you trust them?::Leslie: Because you can't even trust yourself.
Elizabeth: The last few days, I've been learning not to trust people and I'm glad I've failed. Sometimes we depend on other people as a mirror to define us and tell us who we are and each reflection makes me like myself a little more.
I was just a curly-haired mountain boy
On my way passing through
I heard a voice whisper, "Good evening"
I turned to a shadow and saw her there
So all alone
She had those sad China eyes
That sang each time she smiled
Ah, but the song it seemed to linger
So long it deepened my love for her
Until she called me near
And then we waltzed to our heart beat
All around the sea was swaying
The breeze was praying
Never to leave her alone
Alone
Oh, the time just slipped on by
And with the time so did our love
Ah, her every move like a fever, just like a fever
I remember when you walked through that door
Sit down in that chair
Look time hasn't changed, no you & me
Nega anjaitteon geu hayan eui jamani
Ne hyanggireul gieokhago
Nega tteonan huro chagaun jeongjeokmani
Neol kidarigo inneun jageun cafe
YO seubgwanidwen Ice Coffee Espresso double shot
Nuneul gama joshimseure han mogeumman
Heulleooneun jeulgyeo deutteon eumak
Shimjangi jeomjeom ppareuge ttwieo onda
Cheoeum neol mannan seolleideon
Tteollimeul hwesanghae caffeine himeul billyeo
Kkok changgideon geunyeoeui seoltang syrup
Ijen i kkeunjeokhami nan shirheo
OH please don't leave me alone na eotteokharago
Moduga jamdeun bam wae nal honja duryeogo
Tell me the truth eojewa dareun oneul neujeottago
Yaksokhaetteon seoro nanudeon maldeul da geojit irago
Don't make me fool
Nega anjaitteon geu hayan eui jamani
Ne hyanggireul gieokhago
Nega tteonan huro chagaun jeongjeokmani
Neol kidarigo inneun jageun cafe
You don't need me anymore geu mareun marajweo
Geudaeneun jigeum naega shiltaneun deut jashineul sogigo
Nalgeun jeo chaeksang wie saegyeonoheun uri dul ireumkkajido
Gieoksoge chueoksoge geunyang mudeodunchaero OH OOH
OH my god mudeodundaedo geuge jal andwae
Nal chaja oneun geon gonghwangsangtae
Buranjeonghan shimri soge banghwanghae
Sseulsseulhi honja bul kkeojin bangane (YEAH)
Neol geurimyeo chueokhaneun bulhaenghan hwaga
Yuilhan myeongjagi dwen bigeukjeogin uri sarang
Ajikdo nae maeumeun neoro gadeuk han hwarang (that's right)
Neo tteonan seoureun hwangryanghan samak
Nega anjaitteon geu hayan eui jamani
Ne hyanggireul gieokhago
Nega tteonan huro chagaun jeongjeokmani
Neol kidarigo inneun jageun cafe
Neo wiroweo hal ttaemyeon eonjedeun neol kidarigo inneun
Neo geuriweo bogo shipeun narimyeon neol bureugo inneun
Naega tajudeon kkeopiwa jeobeo dun chakgalpiwa
Geudaemaneui hayanjib wiro heureuneun bi baby
Nega anjaitteon geu hayan eui jamani
Ne hyanggireul gieokhago
Nega tteonan huro chagaun jeongjeokmani
Neol kidarigo inneun jageun cafe
Neo wiroweo hal ttaemyeon eonjedeun neol ..
Neo geuriweo bogo shipeun narimyeon neol ..
Naega tajudeon kkeopiwa ..
I remember when you walked through that door
Sat down on that chair
The times we shared
But you?ve been here
Only the chair I sat in remembers my scent
After you left cold silence,
A small café that is waiting for you
Yo ice coffee espresso double shot that has become a habit
Close my eyes, carefully just one sip
Flowing music that we enjoyed listening to
My heart keeps beating faster
I remember the nervousness I felt when we first met
Borrowing strength from the caffeine
Her sugar syrup that I always carried
I hate this stickiness now
Oh please, don?t leave me alone
What do I do?
Why does everyone want to leave me alone
On a night, where everyone?s asleep?
Tell me the truth,
Today, different from yesterday, is too late
Saying the promises, everything we said to each other
They?re all lies, don?t make me fool
Only the chair I sat in remembers my scent
After you left cold silence,
A small café that is waiting for you
You don?t need my anymore than nervousness
Don?t say that.. Right now you?ve tricked yourself
Into thinking that you dislike me
Our names we carved into the old desk
In memories, just buried there
Oh my God, even though it?s buried
It still doesn?t work
The thing that has found me is panic
It bothers me inside my insecure mentality
Alone in a room with the lights turned off
I?m an unhappy artist
Remembering you while drawing you
Our tragic love that has become our only masterpiece
My heart is still a gallery full of you
Outside Seoul without you is a bleak dessert
Only the chair I sat in remembers my scent
After you left cold silence,
A small café that is waiting for you
When you?re lonely,
I?ll always be waiting for you
On the days I want to see you,
I?m calling you
With the coffee I made you, and the folded bookmark
Rain that only flows above you white house baby
Only the chair I sat in remembers my scent
After you left cold silence,
A small café that is waiting for you
When you?re lonely
(Only the chair I sat in remembers my scent)
On the days I want to see you
(After you left cold silence, )
The coffee I made you
(A small café that is waiting for you)
It was right here in this cafe
We kissed and said goodbye today
I've known that girl for so long
I hope I'm not doin' wrong
To lose her from my mind somehow
For those she's gone, she haunts me now
I think I should make a start
To put her out of my heart
Give me another glass of wine
To heal this broken heart of mine
And help me ease my achin' mind
Of all the sorrow
For now, the wine's the only way
To help me pass the lonely day
Afraid of sleepless nights
And broken dreams tomorrow
It seems an old familiar score
That girl has left me twice before
Not long ago in my dreams
My dreams have come true, it seems
She'll call me on the phone and then
She'll say she wants me back again
But this time it was the end
Can't stand this game of pretend
Give me another glass of wine
To heal this broken heart of mine
And help me ease my achin' mind
Of all the sorrow
For now, the wine's the only way
To help me pass the lonely day
Afraid of sleepless nights
And broken dreams tomorrow
For now, the wine's the only way
To help me pass the lonely day
Afraid of sleepless nights
And broken dreams tomorrow
It was right here in this cafe
We kissed and said goodbye today