Traveler or traveller (see American and British English spelling differences) commonly refers to one who travels, especially to distant lands.
It may also refer to:
Rachel Anne McAdams (born November 17, 1978) is a Canadian actress. After graduating from a four-year theatre program at York University in 2001, McAdams initially worked in Canadian television and film productions such as My Name is Tanino, Perfect Pie (for which she received a Genie Award nomination) and Slings and Arrows (for which she won a Gemini Award). Her first Hollywood movie was the 2002 comedy The Hot Chick. McAdams found fame in 2004 with starring roles in the teen comedy Mean Girls and the romantic drama The Notebook. In 2005, she appeared in the romantic comedy Wedding Crashers, the psychological thriller Red Eye and the family drama The Family Stone. She was hailed by the media as "the new Hollywood it girl" and received a BAFTA nomination for Best Rising Star.
However, McAdams withdrew from public life in 2006 and 2007. During this time, she turned down leading roles in high-profile films such as The Devil Wears Prada. She made a low-key return to work in 2008, starring in two limited release films: the film noir Married Life and the road trip movie The Lucky Ones. She returned to prominence in 2009 with appearances in the political thriller State of Play, the science-fiction romance Time Traveler's Wife, TheThe Time Traveler's Wife and the action-adventure film Sherlock Holmes. McAdams's first star vehicle was the 2010 comedy Morning Glory. In 2011, she starred in Woody Allen's romantic comedy Midnight in Paris and made a cameo appearance in the action-adventure sequel Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows. McAdams starred in 2012's romantic drama The Vow, and will next appear in Terrence Malick's To the Wonder and Brian De Palma's Passion.
Soul to Sole.
Plot
In Talbot, Ohio, a father's need for surgeries puts the family in a financial bind. His son Vince, an electrician, overhears a man talking about making a fortune in just a day. When the man overdoses on drugs, Vince finds instructions and a cell phone that the man has received and substitutes himself: taking a train to New York and awaiting contact. He has no idea what it's about. He ends up at a remote house where wealthy men bet on who will survive a complicated game of Russian roulette: he's number 13. In flashbacks we meet other contestants, including a man whose brother takes him out of a mental institution in order to compete. Can Vince be the last one standing?
Keywords: bag-of-money, bare-chested-male, blood, blood-spatter, briefcase, brother-brother-relationship, bullet, cell-phone, chance, character-repeating-someone-else's-dialogue
Spin. Aim. Survive. [Scandinavian DVD.]
Who will be the last man standing? [Scandinavian DVD.]
Plot
A 14-year-old girl in suburban 1970's Pennsylvania is murdered by her neighbor. She tells the story from the place between Heaven and Earth, showing the lives of the people around her and how they have changed all while attempting to get someone to find her lost body.
Keywords: 1970s, accidental-death, afterlife, alternate-reality, assault, axe, back-from-the-dead, baseball-bat, based-on-novel, bathtub
The story of a life and everything that came after...
Susie Salmon: I was slipping away, that's what it felt like, life was leaving me, but I wasn't afraid; then I remembered: "There was something I was meant to do; somewhere I was meant to be."
Susie Salmon: Always, I would watch Ray; I was in the air around him, I was in the cold winter mornings he spent with Ruth Connors; and sometimes Ray would think of me, but he began to wonder maybe it was time to put that memory away, maybe it was time to let me go.
Susie Salmon: There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.
Susie Salmon: My murderer was a man from our neighborhood. I took his photo once as he talked to my parents about his border flowers. I was aiming for the bushes when he got on the way. He stepped out of nowhere and ruined the shot. He ruined a lot of things.
Susie Salmon: I wasn't lost, or frozen, or gone... I was alive; I was alive in my own perfect world.
Susie Salmon: Holly said there was a wide, wide heaven beyond everything we knew; where there was no cornfield, no memory, no grave... but I wasn't looking beyond yet, I was still looking back.
Susie Salmon: I was in the blue horizon between heaven and earth. The days were unchanging and every night I dream the same dream. The smell of damp earth. The scream no one heard. The sound of my heart beating like a hammer against cloth and I would hear them calling, the voices of the dead. I wanted to follow them to find a way out but I would always come back to the same door. And I was afraid. I knew if I went in there I would never come out.
Ray Singh: You are beautiful, Susie Salmon.
[repeated line]::George Harvey: You're the Salmon girl, right?
Ray Singh: If I had but an hour of love, If that be all that is given me, An hour of love upon this earth,::Susie Salmon: [Ray's poem finished by Susie] I would give my love to thee.
Plot
A meditative exploration of one day spent in Rutba in late 2002, just before the invasion of Iraq. A Greek traveler, an English doctor and an Iraqi storyteller cross paths, their starting point the same question: "Maesmak" the Arabic phrase for 'what is your name?'
Keywords: death, invasion, iraq, memory, olive, peace, poetry, politics
Bowie Selmon: When I get out of here... you better watch yourself.::Eve Chase: I'll be watching you.
Plot
Brad and Kate have been together three years, in love, having fun, doing all sorts of things together with no intention of marriage or children. Christmas morning, they're on their way to Fiji, having told their two sets of divorced parents that they're off to do charity work. Through a fluke, they have no choice but to visit each of their four idiosyncratic parents. As the day progresses, Brad and Kate remember growing up, each learns more about the other, and Kate realizes that her life may not be as good as it could be. Do they know each other well enough to weather the storms families bring?
Keywords: airline-employee, airport, airport-personnel, argument-between-couple, argument-in-car, baby, baby-vomiting, bouncy-castle, box-office-hit, boyfriend-girlfriend-relationship
His father, her mother, his mother and her father all in one day.
Pour eux les fêtes sont un vrai cauchemar. (For them the holidays are a real nightmare.)
Connor: Do you know who I am?::Brad: What?::Connor: Google me bitch! I might be famous one day.
Howard: Boys, I don't want to speak ill of your mother on Christmas, but she's nothing but a common street whore.
Darryl: Look, Brad. I'm not trying to be your father, you already got one of those. I'm just hoping for a chance to be your friend.::Brad: You were my friend, Darryl. You were my best friend. We grew up together, we rode bikes together, we used to smell each others hands. But now you're sleeping with my mom and it's a little bit weird for me. Can you appreciate that?::Darryl: I never had a sexual thought about your mom until I was 30.::Brad: Can you leave it alone? You can't be my friend anymore. You can't be sleeping with my mom and still be my friend, ok?
Brad: My childhood was like the Shawshank Redemption, except I didn't have some old, warm, black man to share my story with!
Brad: I'm sorry, I didn't know there was a ten dollar spending cap.::Howard: Well, maybe if you came home more than once a decade, you'd know crap like that!
Howard: Your grandmother's boyfriend is a first-class ass sniffer! And you can tell him that I said so.
Gram-Gram: [Thinking of a non-material, spirtual Christmas gift] I could increase the frequency with which I pleasure Milt with my hands and with my mouth!
Kate: Cassie! That marker in your mouth, I peed on it!
Plot
Brad and Kate have been together three years, in love, having fun, doing all sorts of things together with no intention of marriage or children. Christmas morning, they're on their way to Fiji, having told their two sets of divorced parents that they're off to do charity work. Through a fluke, they have no choice but to visit each of their four idiosyncratic parents. As the day progresses, Brad and Kate remember growing up, each learns more about the other, and Kate realizes that her life may not be as good as it could be. Do they know each other well enough to weather the storms families bring?
Keywords: airline-employee, airport, airport-personnel, argument-between-couple, argument-in-car, baby, baby-vomiting, bouncy-castle, box-office-hit, boyfriend-girlfriend-relationship
His father, her mother, his mother and her father all in one day.
Pour eux les fêtes sont un vrai cauchemar. (For them the holidays are a real nightmare.)
Connor: Do you know who I am?::Brad: What?::Connor: Google me bitch! I might be famous one day.
Howard: Boys, I don't want to speak ill of your mother on Christmas, but she's nothing but a common street whore.
Darryl: Look, Brad. I'm not trying to be your father, you already got one of those. I'm just hoping for a chance to be your friend.::Brad: You were my friend, Darryl. You were my best friend. We grew up together, we rode bikes together, we used to smell each others hands. But now you're sleeping with my mom and it's a little bit weird for me. Can you appreciate that?::Darryl: I never had a sexual thought about your mom until I was 30.::Brad: Can you leave it alone? You can't be my friend anymore. You can't be sleeping with my mom and still be my friend, ok?
Brad: My childhood was like the Shawshank Redemption, except I didn't have some old, warm, black man to share my story with!
Brad: I'm sorry, I didn't know there was a ten dollar spending cap.::Howard: Well, maybe if you came home more than once a decade, you'd know crap like that!
Howard: Your grandmother's boyfriend is a first-class ass sniffer! And you can tell him that I said so.
Gram-Gram: [Thinking of a non-material, spirtual Christmas gift] I could increase the frequency with which I pleasure Milt with my hands and with my mouth!
Kate: Cassie! That marker in your mouth, I peed on it!
She's No Virgin...and They're No Wise Men [dvd]
Plot
Wyatt Earp is a movie about a man and his family. The movie shows us the good times and the bad times of one of the West's most famous individuals.
Keywords: 1800s, 1860s, 1870s, 1880s, 19th-century, action-hero, alaska, ambush, animal-hide, arkansas
The epic story of love and adventure in a lawless land.
Doc Holliday: Dave Rutabaugh is an ignorant scoundrel! I disapprove of his very existence. I considered ending it myself on several occasions but self-control got the better of me.
Wyatt Earp: You been a good friend to me, Doc.::Doc Holliday: Shut up.
Virgil Earp: We're gonna disarm them and take 'em in. You understand, Doc?::Doc Holliday: Oh, I understand Virgil. But [taps shotgun] do you think they will?
Warren Earp: Wyatt, you're still a marshal around here, aren't you?::Doc Holliday: Sure. But now he's going to be a marshal and an outlaw. Best of both worlds, son.
Judge Spicer: You have robbed the people of Tombstone of a precious resource. Fred White was a brave lawman, a loving husband and father, a loyal friend and a good man which you, Curly Bill Brocius, are not.
Wyatt Earp: You'd be doing me a favor if you called me Wyatt or Earp, but not both.
Doc Holliday: Wyatt Earp? I've heard that name before. Don't know where, but it wasn't good.
Wyatt Earp: What's wrong with you?::Doc Holliday: What is wrong with me? What have you got? I am dying of tuberculosis. I sleep with the nastiest whore in Kansas. Everyone who knows me hates me, and every morning I wake up surprised that I have to spend another day in this piss-hole world. (To onlookers) All you can kiss my rebel dick!::Wyatt Earp: Not everyone who knows you hates you, Doc.::Doc Holliday: I know it's not always easy being my friend, but I'll be there when you need me.
Doc Holliday: All of you can kiss my rebel dick.
Doc Holliday: Wyatt, you ever wonder why we been a part of so many unfortunate incidents, yet we're still walking around? I have figured it out. It's nothing much, just luck. And you know why it's nothing much Wyatt? Because it doesn't matter much whether we are here today or not. I wake up every morning looking in the face of Death, and you know what? He ain't half bad. I think the secret old Mr. Death is holding is that it's better for some of us over on the other side. I know it can't be any worse for me. Maybe that's the place for your Maddie. For some people, this world ain't ever gonna be right.::[Wyatt takes his first drink for many years]::Wyatt Earp: Is that supposed to let me off the hook?::Doc Holliday: There is no hook my friend. There's only what we do.
There was a time
The sun would shine
The sparrow would sing
And with every step
I felt your breath
So close to me
But now, its been so long
Since i heard that song
Or felt you breathe
I don’t hear a single word
But i’m listening
The writing on the wall is blurred
And faded
I know that i’m not giving up
But sometimes silence is not enough
I just need a single word
But i’ll keep waiting for a whisper
So dark and cold
I need a hand to hold
To lead me home
I don’t have the fight
To get me through the night
I can’t do it all alone
I spent a thousand words
And still haven’t heard
Anything returned
I can’t hear a single word
But i’m listening
The writing on the wall is blurred
And faded
I know that i’m not giving up
But sometimes silence is not enough
I just need a single word
And i’m still waiting for a whisper
And i’ll keep waiting for a whisper
There is a time for the sun to shine
The sparrow will sing
Creature, that howling in darkness
From deepest parts of earth
Winged monster
Tearing apart my soul
You know it came for me
No prayer can save my soul and flesh
I feel the Unholy
The Gate Outside are opened
Now I'm gone and dead
The one beyond redemption
The Passenger
The ancient Traveler
No Enki, nor Marduk
In the light of Jupiter
No muzzle can save me
From Alla Xul
Down to the underworld
Amongst venomous vitriol
lead: Mauser
Hideous bulks
Torture my soul
The Boxer
Paul Simon
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies in jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Runnin' scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Lookin' for the places only they would know
Well lie-la-lie
Lie-la-la-lie lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-la-lie lie-la-lie
Lie-la-la-la-lie
Asking only workman's wages
I come lookin' for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
And I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Goin' home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me
Leadin' me, goin' home
Well lie-la-la-la-la-lie
Lie-lie-la-la
La-la-la-lie
La-la-la-la
[Instrumental]
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him 'til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
Well lie-la-lie
Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie
Lie-la-la-la-lie
Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie
Lie-la-la-lie
Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie
Lie-la-la-la-lie
It's a broken morning outside
Go easy on my mind
Cos you're this dream I'm hanging' on
And I'm trying' to meet the dawn
And the longest way I traveled
From the darkness to the light
Lord it's been a million miles
In these prisons I can't abide
I'm half way here, I'm half way there (repeat)
All along I've been the traveler, yeah
Forever outta time
Forever just unwinds
I see the green beyond the blue
And I'm trying' to make it thru
And the longest way I traveled
From the darkness to the light
Lord it seems a million miles
All my brothers
I can't unbind
I'm half way here, I'm half way there (repeat)
Oh lord I been the traveler, yeah
It's why the world is cold
Go easy on my soul
Cos you're this dream I'm hanging on (same as first)
I'm half way here, I'm half way there (repeat 2x's)
Traveler from a distant land
You've crossed miles of burning sand
Do you think of going back
Would you even find the track
Of where you've gone or where you've been
Have you lived a life of sin
Traveler, many things you've seen
Does it fill your head with dreams
You bear a mark upon your arm
And say it is your good luck charm
A picture of a lovely face
A woman full of love and grace
Is she someone you used to know
That you left so long ago
Traveler many things you've seen
But does she fill your head with dreams
Will your journey reach an end
Or will you just be gone again
When your life has passed you by
And you look death straight in the eye
And he says "Old man where have you been
Have you lived a life of sin"
Traveler, many things you've seen
The lonely...
They travel on and leave behind,
The sands of time,
The wind forgot
The spy...
He leaves his mark and then moves on
The hatred,
That people show is like their mirror
The echoes...
Of the voices crying out
Ring out,
Through... The Traveler
Their hatred is their mirror
to be continued...
Neon lights flickering outside the cafe
Ice on the windshield
Stars in a black sea
On a winter road
Flurries of snow
I'm ready to go
Past farmhouse and pasture our voices together
Rise to the drumming
Of big-rigs and trailers
Long hours til daylight
A rumbling bus
Our bed and our board
Heavenly Father
Remember the traveler
Bring us safely home
Heavenly Father
Remember the traveler
Bring us safely home
Safely home
In the towns off this highway the people are kind
They welcome us in
I sing in their church halls
Old hymns and prayer songs
With lifted hearts
We rejoice in the Lord
Heavenly Father
Remember the traveler
Bring us safely home
Heavenly Father
Remember the traveler
Bring us safely home
Safely home
I long for my family and friends to remind me
Of where I have been
And where I am going
And where I come from
Heavenly Father
Remember the traveler
Bring us safely home
Heavenly Father
Remember the traveler
Bring us safely home
A black eyed dog he called at my door
The black eyed dog he called for more
A black eyed dog he knew my name
A black eyed dog he knew my name
A black eyed dog, a black eyed dog
I'm growing old and I wanna go home
I'm growing old and I don't wanna know
I'm growing old and I wanna go home
A black eyed dog he called at my door
A black eyed dog he called for more
Gonna take my bike out
Gonna take my bike
Gonna ride it slowly
Gonna ride just how I like
Gonna take my bike out
Gonna take my bike
Gonna ride it slowly
Gonna ride just how I like
Leave we way up here
(Gonna take my bike out)
(Gonna take my bike)
(Gonna ride it slowly)
Up on the mountain
(Gonna ride just how I like)
Let me lie
(Gonna take my bike out)
Uncovered on the floor
(Gonna take my bike)
(Gonna ride it slowly)
(Gonna ride just how I like)
Make me wonder when
(Gonna take my bike out)
(Gonna take my bike)
You go away again
(Gonna ride it slowly)
(Gonna ride just how I like)
If you're ever coming
(Gonna take my bike out)
Back here anymore
(Gonna take my bike)
(Gonna ride it slowly)
(Gonna ride just how I like)
I don't care what you did
(Gonna take my bike out)
(Gonna take my bike)
But I can tell it's hanging over you
(Gonna ride it slowly)
(Gonna ride just how I like)
The effects of sun and sand
(Gonna take my bike out)
(Gonna take my bike)
Are hard to understand
(Gonna ride it slowly)
(Gonna ride just how I like)
So leave we way up here
(Gonna take my bike out)
(Gonna take my bike)
(Gonna ride it slowly)
Up on the mountain
(Gonna ride just how I like)
Let me lie
Gonna take my bike out
Gonna take my bike
(Let me lie)
Gonna ride it slowly
Gonna ride just how I like
(Let me lie)
Gonna use my brakes
When I go downhill
(Let me lie)
Gonna climb back on
When I take a spill
(Let me lie)
Gonna peel my shirt off
Gonna feel it burn
(Let me lie)
Gonna keep my eyes closed
Gonna miss my turn
(Let me lie)
Gonna take my bike out
Gonna take my bike
(Let me lie)
Gonna ride it slowly
Gonna ride just how I like
(Let me lie)
Gonna use my brakes
When I go downhill
(Let me lie)
Gonna climb back on
When I take a spill
(Let me lie)
Gonna take my bike out
Gonna take my bike
(Let me lie)
Gonna ride it slowly
Gonna ride just how I like
(Let me lie)
Gonna peel my shirt off
Gonna feel it burn
(Let me lie)
Gonna keep my eyes closed
Gonna miss my turn
(Let me lie)
Gonna take my bike out
Gonna take my bike
(Let me lie)
Gonna ride it slowly
Gonna ride just how I like
(Let me lie)
I'm a traveler on your highway
Lord, I'm weary, right down to the bone
I won't give up, if you won't forsake me
Not till you make me one of your own
Chorus:
Fill my cup Lord with your wisdom
Fill my spirit up with your grace
I long to kneel before you
And touch your garment
And see your face
I'm a hobo on your railway
And I will rattle down life's lonesome tracks
I will rattle my wheels for glory
And there will not be no turning back, so
Repeat Chorus
I'm a drifter out on your ocean
You are the wind that drives my battered sails
You have bought me up on Calvary
You paid the price for me
When they drove the nails
This world is made with sweat and toil, pushing muscle and elbow oil
We can't lie too long in the shade, cause every day must be remade
Some days you fall some days you fly, but in the end we all must die
Our rotting flesh and broken bone will feed the ground that we call home
But a new sprout grows from a fallen tree, my sons will go on after me
So lift your heart and dry your eye, it's another day to live and die
I've run naked in the wild, seen the beauty of a newborn child
Like the alchemists of old, I've tried to spin my straw to gold
Most times a giver, sometimes a thief, so full of hope but prone to grief
Between freedom and despair, I know that truth is lying there
I've seen the truth, it's lying there
And a new sprout grows from a fallen tree, this world will go on after me
So lift your heart and dry your eye, it's another day to live and die
So go on now, don't you worry 'bout me, you've miles to go and a world to see
My life's been long and full and good, I've run this race the best I could
It's a short time here and long apart,
But the same song rings in both our hearts
So take my guitar when I'm gone, write your own rhymes, then pass it on
Just take your hit and then pass it on
Let a new sprout grow from a fallen tree, this song will go on after me
So lift your heart and dry your eye, it's another day to live and die
It's another day to live and die, just another day
It's a broken morning outside
Go easy on my mind
cos you're this dream I'm hanging' on
And I'm trying' to meet the dawn
And the longest way I traveled
From the darkness to the light
Lord it's been a million miles
In these prisons I can't abide
I'm half way here, I'm half way there (repeat)
All along i've been the traveler, yeah
Forever outta time
Forever just unwinds
I see the green beyond the blue
And I'm trying' to make it thru
And the longest way I traveled
From the darkness to the light
Lord it seems a million miles
All my brothers
I can't unbind
I'm half way here, I'm half way there (repeat)
Oh Lord I been the traveler, yeah
It's why the world is cold
Go easy on my soul
cos you're this dream I'm hanging on (same as first)
I'm half way here, I'm half way there (repeat 2x's)
Infinite worlds
Parallel lives
The past returns
To late to change my mind
Motion in space
Closed time-like curves
Accelerate
And leave behind this curse
Somewhere in time
Quantum recall
I have arrived
The shadows fall
I can't build this machine
To give me what I need
Exotic state
Traverse inside
Back calculate