A pedestrian is a person traveling on foot, whether walking or running. In some communities, those traveling using tiny wheels such as roller skates, skateboards, and scooters are also included as pedestrians. In modern times, the term mostly refers to someone walking on a road or footpath, but this was not the case historically.
Walking has always been the primary means of human locomotion. The first humans walked out of Africa about 60,000 years ago. They walked along the coast of India to reach Australia. They walked across Asia to reach the Americas, and from Central Asia into Europe.
During the 18th and 19th centuries, pedestrianism (walking) was a popular spectator sport just as equestrianism still is in places such as Great Britain and the United States. One of the most famous pedestrians of that period was Captain Robert Barclay Allardice, known as "The Celebrated Pedestrian", of Stonehaven in Scotland. His most impressive feat was to walk 1 mile (1.6 km) every hour for 1000 hours, which he achieved between 1 June and 12 July 1809. This feat captured many people's imagination, and around 10,000 people came to watch over the course of the event. During the rest of the 19th century, many people tried to repeat this feat, including Ada Anderson who developed it further and walked a half-mile (800 m) each quarter-hour over the 1,000 hours.
Plot
Dean O'Dwyer, also known as ""Delicious D," is an up-and-coming DJ on the underground music scene in Los Angeles. When a motorcycle accident leaves Dean paralyzed, he abandons his turntables for a wheelchair as his once promising career disappears before his eyes. Forced to live out of his car on skid row, Dean begins his descent into depression when he meets Father Joe Roselli, a passionate young priest. Father Joe introduces Dean to the world of faith-healing, an unlikely way for him to begin his quest to walk again. He soon discovers that he possesses the otherworldly power to heal people, but in an odd twist of fate, he is utterly unable to heal himself. Despite Father Joe's warnings, Dean angrily decides to use his newfound gift for fame and fortune. He joins a rock band led by charismatic front man The Stain with bassist Ariel, and manager Nina Hogue. But his newfound notoriety is unable to cure the hurt that encompasses his life. To find true healing, Dean must ultimately confront his worst demons and come to terms with his own humanity.
Keywords: disc-jockey, faith-healing, homeless, wheelchair
You get what you need.
Father Joe: So, did you hear about the blind woman who is healed by a man in a wheelchair?
Father Rohn: I think you were bargaining for the healing, Dean, but that is not the same thing. I think you should say hello to God.::Dean O'Dwyer: Yeah, what if I'm pissed off at God. What if I think God's bullshit?::Father Rohn: I would say hello first, and then tell him he's bullshit and you're pissed off.
Plot
George is a very successful stand up comedian who learns that he has an untreatable blood disorder and is given less than a year to live. Ira is a struggling up-and-coming stand up comedian who works at a deli and has yet to figure out his onstage persona. One night, these two perform at the same club and George takes notice of Ira. George hires Ira to be his semi-personal assistant as well as his friend.
Keywords: adultery, airport, arrested-development, australian-accent, bare-breasts, box-office-flop, cameo-appearance, cheating, cheating-wife, comedian
George Simmons was prepared to die, but then a funny thing happened.
Tom Anderson: Now, do you actually use MySpace?::George Simmons: No, I fuck girls, Tom. I don't have time for that.
George Simmons: So, Ira Wright? That's not your real name. You're hiding some Judaism.::Ira Wright: I don't think I can hide that. My face is circumcised.
Dr. Lars: It's too early to know who's winning the fight: the medicine or the disease.::George Simmons: Did anybody ever tell you, you have a very scary accent?::Dr. Lars: You are a very funny man. I enjoy your movies.::George Simmons: And I enjoy all of your movies.::Dr. Lars: [surprised] Which movies?::George Simmons: The ones where you try to kill Bruce Willis.
Mark: When my grandfather died, there was one candle next to his bed. And the candle started flickering. We all thought it was him going to Heaven, you know?::Leo: You don't pass through fire to get to Heaven. I think he went to Hell.
Clarke: Have you worked with Cameron Diaz? That girl is hot, isn't she? Fuck! [laughs, then looks at Laura] What? She's on my free pass list. Who's on yours?::Laura: George.::Clarke: [points at George] This George?::George Simmons: Look out.::Laura: Yeah.::Clarke: Oh, well, I'll just have Cameron then. On her surfboard.
George Simmons: Is your act just designed to make sure no girl will ever sleep with you again? All you fuckin' talk about is jacking off and farting. You think a girl's gonna come up to afterward and be like 'Oh, would you just jack off for me and then fart in my face?' That's fuckin' insane. Do you want to get laid, ever?
Mark: Don't put me in this position where I have to fuck my way out of a corner!::Leo: He'll do it too. I've seen him.
James Taylor: Fuck Facebook!
George Simmons: Are you mad that you died at the end of Die Hard?
Laura: No cussing in your standup.::George Simmons: That takes out half of my act.
There you are, in your mind's all the faces of days less abrasive, rewind
There you go, all you know all you show is a blow I follow behind
Here you are, are your arms strong enough now to carry the weight of my love love love
And you are with your face in a puddle, holding your breath until love comes
Beautiful, you're flower in the making, never cease to exist
Cynical, for you belittle invention anything mentioned about you
And you are with your head in a puddle, holding your breath until love comes
This is your highly unlikely love song
Oh, this is your highly unlikely love song
Oh, this is your highly unlikely love song
Here we are, all reflection is dead for the mouth that we fed is now gone
Beautiful, you're a flower for the taking, God's great creation undone, done, done, done, done
Still you are with your head in a puddle, holding your breath til love comes
Here we are, all your fear and emotion, one big explosion against me
This is your highly unlikely love song
Oh, this is your highly unlikely love song
Oh, this is your highly unlikely love song
Here I sit silent and anonymous
Watching as the paisley smoke scrolls by
Take a breath and hold it in
Suffocate in ghostly life
Funny how it simply takes its time
Gathered all my special things and threw them in a bag
Strategically I place my foot and stand
Careful not to slouch this time, careful not to trip
I guess this is exactly who I am
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine
Fine, I'm fine, I'm fine
Fine, I'm fine, I'm fine
Fine, I'm fine, I'm fine
Fine, I'm fine, I'm fine
Hypnotized blue screens, the suns of attraction...
Pleasure is passed, rubber bags, life's potential...
ECHOING REMNANTS OF OUR IMAGINATION
The drive ways, the strip malls, the church next door...
THE POTENTIAL OF US IN BLITHERING AMBITION
In place of such manner we would benefit from...
ECHOING REMNANTS OF OUR IMAGINATION
A silence of souls crushed--- I spit to speak you hear clarity in chaos...
Fetish freaks in night dress with pity fit tantrums
The potential of us in blithering exhibition,
So here I am, in my femininity
A PENNY FOR YOUR DISEASE THAT RESIDES IN MY HEAD
A PENNY FOR THE FUCK FIT ME ENCOMPASSES
PARALIZED SMUT, BLITHERING ADDICTION
In mood abundant, in filtered falsehood's coat we wear the warmth... I am denied the potential of such
Manner in blithering exhibition...
ECHOING REMNANTS OF OUR IMAGINATION
The drool of sex suspect infatuation, intoxicate me with the shape of your love...
The beauty of us in blithering isolation
Fetish freaks in night dress with pity fit tantrums, the potential of us in blithering exhibition
So here I am, in my femininity...
A PENNY FOR YOUR DISEASE THAT RESIDES IN MY HEAD
A PENNY FOR THE FUCK FIT ME ENCOMPASSES
THE POTENTIAL OF US IN BLITHERING AMBITION
We’ve been here once, once before, I still remember
The empty plate, this dusty floor, that broken mirror
We wrote our names behind the door to live forever
Wake me up before you go
Bow my head down to the ghosts that still remember
They burned out well, but still won’t go until december
The frozen hands begin to slow, then stop forever
When we are done and said goodbye
Rest your head on me tonight, and sleep forever
Once the sun sets in your eyes, I’ll come down after
Oh wake me up before you go
Please let me give you my love now
Please let me give you this let down
I’m gonna give you what you need
I’m gonna give you what you need
Please let me give you this knockout
Please let me give you this red dress
Please let me give you this headwreck
I’m gonna give you what you need
I’m gonna give you what you need
Please let me give you this big mess
Love, love, love…
Please let me share with you my room
Please let me share with you my womb
I’m gonna give you what you need
Please let me share with you my wounds…
Birthday party
Candles lit out back
Controlled distaste
Watch left right hit run
Pedestrian
Pedestrian
Pedestree, pedestrian
Pedestrian
Pedestrian
Pedestree, pedestrian
Pedestrian
Pedestrian
Pedestree, pedestrian
Tombstone graveyard
Blackest day i know
Wedding funeral
Parade of sorrow
Pedestrian
Pedestrian
Pedestree, pedestrian
Pedestrian
Pedestrian
Pedestree, pedestrian
Pedestrian
Pedestrian
Pedestree, pedestrian
yeah yeah yeah
Happy birthday
Sorry but the cake is gone
Pissed at breakfast
Betrayed holy one
Pedestrian
Pedestrian
Pedestree, pedestrian
Pedestrian
Pedestrian
Pedestree, pedestrian
Pedestrian
Pedestrian
Your face glowing it’s a disgrace, knowing your mountain’s growing high
We’re slowly slowing to an end
Your head needs a baseball bat smacked, brains falling to the ground
We gather round to celebrate
I swear something’s wrong
Hold me back slap under attack, lost track, smack up the day
We broke our backs living under you
Life’s made me understand you better and I know
I am not, not, not, not your friend
I swear something wrong…
Half ass, sneaky little half ass, this flag’s at half mass,
I’ll pass and I think we’re gonna blow
If I had one wish it would be to see you slip rejoice in this
Get high on this and now I’ll bask in it
I swear something’s wrong…
This brain’s been stuck up on a stick, this brain’s been stuck on top of it
I feel simple, I feel lost
I feel heavy with all the above
I want to get away, I’ve got to get away
One more blow will do me in
So I hide beneath this skin
It’s so much safer here, it must be safer here
In the darkest parts of me
Where I tend to find my peace
It’s not much better here, it can’t be better here
Oh, we get so overwhelmed by…
Is it easier on you
When I pretend that I am through
We build our walls again, I’ve built our walls again
Sometimes love feels this free
Sometimes love disagrees
I’ll take what I can get, I take what I can get
Sometimes I know this girlShe makes me happy though she
keeps me ill
In a vacuum powdered and perfumed
I had to assume I was next to be killed
My common sense should be a factor of reason
It doesn't mean a thing to me
My hot libido tells this is the season
To fix a hole in the sea
Now I go home to confess,
I almost made and awful mess
Something allowed me to go and stray
I really don't know what to say,
this doesn't happen everyday
Just something in the way she walked today
Lack luster I couldn't trust her
Just like her Mother she likes to confuse
Don't tease me you know I'm easy
I'm just a fool for a woman in shoes
A victim of the latest synthetic rubber
The industry has got it in for me
My hot libido tells me I'm just another
Holy host for disease
Today I lost control of myself
Today is slowly turning night
you're feeling wild, wild in the streets knowing that out
there is everything you need Walking outside,try to get a
tan No shame to say, you're a pedestrian Government wants
you to travel the subway I don't want to wait for another
delay Vuck that student card, just stick it up their bum
Rather walk outside, enjoying the sun Don't you all just
want to be a pedestrian Roming the streets, really using
your feet Always a spot to get high, always a friend you
can drop by Always a sign to commit a crime Need getting
cought So they never pay a fine A'walk in the night makes
you feel free Staring at the people that watching their
tv's Never being caged, you're watching the stars Later
Separate the pedestrians
from those who are upwardly mobile
the carnivores from those
who are herded together
the ubermensch looks better
when he's been spayed like a tomcat
put behind bars
and left there 'til he questions his motives
what if the ends justified the means
and it was as simple as it seems?
blessed are the meek
for they shall inherit the earth
even if it means that they get their hands dirty
never look at things in black and white
Locomotion took us there and back
We kept our heads, we laid our track
Pedestrian wait!
The power of steel automation
Turn the key for mass ignition
Pedestrian wait!
Airplanes buzz like Asian flu
Jumbo junks on Air fix glue
Spaceships built for leisure cruise
Baby's feet in brand new shoes
Sunday cleaning chrome and steel
A man-made god, the automobile
Pedestrian wait!
Ford protect us in this race
To find another parking space
Pedestrian wait!
Now you know it takes you nowhere
Now there's nowhere left to go
Every road leads to another
Juggernaut noise and petrol fumes
Twenty five acres every day
To make one mile of motorway
Pedestrian wait!
Don't breathe the air, it's full of lead
Baby's sick, baby's dead
Pedestrian wait!
Now I've got my head screwed on
And my boots are both laced up
Don't want to be a precinct puppet
The house is on fire let it burn to the ground
Maybe this explains why I've kept you around
The world is getting heavy so I think I might sleep
I get lost in the tele so I don't have to think
These are all temporary cures
Something to remove my head from its position
Just a quick fix from the burn
Until I get distracted again
Plenty of this, I've got plenty of that
Perhaps a little more would keep me intact
Running all directions yet having nowhere to go
I think I'm going crazy 'cause I've locked all the doors
These are all temporary cures
Something to remove my head from its position
Just a quick fix from the burn
Until I get distracted again
These are all temporary cures
Something to remove my head from its position
Just a quick fix from the burn
Until I get distracted again
Please settle down
My mind's gone abstract
Please settle down
My mind's gone mental
These are all temporary cures
Something to remove my head from its position
Just a quick fix from the burn
Until I get distracted again
These are all temporary cures
Something to remove my head from its position
Just a quick fix from the burn
Of all these glorious places and these typical faces
I’ve got a story to tell if you would just sit still
I’m not the prettiest girl, compared to this pretty world
But I’ve got something to offer if you would give me the time
I’ll make no promise I won’t keep and I promise the truth
I once sat top of the world with views that birds can’t compete with
Chose who I would sleep with and who I would dismiss
I didn’t need a relation or a family vacation
Just the little people running round to cover my tracks
Then I find I am alone, no one to cover my back
Once they knew to take advantage of this once pretty girl
All of my inspiration has fallen straight to the floor
Flat on my back eyes wide open staring back at the world
I’ve done my time in the mirror, I’ve done my time with the worst parts
Of living with no start and no means to an end
They can take what they want and they can steal all they can
But they won’t ever find a reason to get me back
Now I’ve found my inspiration and I’ve found my path
Now I’ve found myself a friend and I want you back
All of my inspiration has now been picked from the floor
With my head high I’m climbing back to the top of the world
All of my inspiration has now been picked from the floor