Camden may refer to:
David John "Dave" Matthews (born January 9, 1967) is a South African-American musician and actor, best known as the lead vocalist, songwriter, and guitarist for the Dave Matthews Band. He performs mainly with acoustic guitar and favors rhythm rather than solos in his playing.
David John Matthews was born in Johannesburg, South Africa, the third of four children of parents John and Valerie Matthews. At two years old, Matthews' family moved to Yorktown Heights in Westchester County, New York, where his father, a physicist, started working for IBM.
In 1974, the family moved to Cambridge, England, for a year before returning to New York, where his father died from lung cancer in 1977. Biographer Nevin Martell argues that Dave's father's death may be an impetus for his "carpe diem" lyrics. At some point while residing in New York, Matthews attended his first concert, when his mother took him to a performance by Pete Seeger. The family moved back to Johannesburg, South Africa, in 1977.
Upon Matthews' graduation from St Stithians College high school in 1985, he was faced with conscription into the South African military just as civil disobedience to the practice was becoming widespread. A Quaker (and consequently pacifist), Matthews left South Africa to avoid service.
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Longtime couple Chelsea and Troy look to add some spice to their sex life by having a threesome with their friend Amber. But the tryst has unexpected consequences when Amber discovers she's pregnant. Amber is forced to move in with Chelsea and Troy as the three of them try to deal with their jealousies, insecurities, the harsh opinions of their friends and families, and their own ideas about maturity and responsibility as they prepare for the baby and develop new perspectives on the idea of family.
One night of fun... Nine months of awkward.
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A young teen is left feeling angry, confused, and seeking answers after his two best friends ask for his help in the disposal of a dead boy's body. The circumstances become more dangerous the closer he gets to the truth about what really happened. Who is this dead boy and how does he fit into these three friends relationship?
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As Medina (Melissa Navia) nears her twenty-ninth birthday, the forces that drove her to success at a young age seem to have lost their momentum and are beginning to bring her down. After the recent loss of her fiancé, one setback leads to another, driving her to a near nervous breakdown. She turns to her closest friends, Sidonia (Bonnie Piesse) and Tesla (Romy Valentina), and her brother Enzo (Francesco Plazza) for support. Meanwhile, Quinn (James Gill) lost everything to his girlfriend, Nilda, while his friends, Fera (Terilyn Marshelle-Fleming) and her husband, Camden (Jorell Stills Haigler) keep a close eye on him. Two lives shattered, but pain doesn't have to last forever.
Fera: She wrote you a Dear John letter [pause] on bathroom tissue?
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Walter, 24, is a wrestler, competing for a spot on the national team when he learns of his sister's brutal death. He comes home to help his mother; he works out, takes a dead-end job, and goes to the trial of the accused murderer. He becomes friends with Linda, her husband murdered; she's raising a teen son, Clay, who's deaf. Walter gets Clay into wrestling. He accompanies Linda to events at a center where she works. He sees her at the courthouse. They wait for verdicts. Walter's mother takes her daughter's things to a rummage sale. Clay has his father's pistol. How will grief express itself?
The space between loss and love.
Clay: Clay: But all of this isn't only about me. All of this is more about waiting for someone you know will never come back. About that time spent waiting. And the people you meet in the waiting room.
[first lines]::Clay: I collect goldfish. I keep them in a small tank in my bedroom. Other kids my age like dogs - if they like animals at all. But for me, it's goldfish. I understand them, living under water in a little bowl, hearing nothing, just watching everything through glass.
Clay: Me and Walter, we know how it feels when a new day begins, and someone doesn't show up for it.
Clay: People need to have something in common to keep them close. Something like a job, or a hobby, or a sport - or the wait - for something to change. For justice, for fairness. But the wait can get difficult. And after a while, you can't just watch the story go on without you. And after a while, you take the story back.
[repeated line]::Hank: Okay, good stuff...
Linda: I've never even *been* to court before all this happened. It's like a foreign country in there, the words they use and how things happen, it's just... It's like I got on a wrong plane and got off at some fucked up country I'm not supposed to be in.
[last lines]::Clay: All of this is more about waiting for someone you know will never come. About that time spent waiting. Never keep them waiting, in the waiting room.
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Four friends discover a ghost town while away on a camping trip, they encounter an evil presence. Is it spiritual or is there a worldly force at work here. For one of them the town reveals a dark family secret. Did they find this place by accident or were they brought here for a reason and by whom? Will the friends stand together or will they divide and fall?
Here I opened wide the door, darkness there, nothing more
What happened in 1932?
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Slapdash is the story of a recalcitrant magic troupe that has more interest in their next drink than their next performance. While staying at a motel in Northern California, Mac, an impetuous clown, and Laslo, a talentless magician, meet Rebecca, a stranded cocktail waitress. Their gin soaked lives take an unexpected turn when Rebecca accidentally gives an elderly man a heart attack in the room next door. Panicking, Rebecca convinces Mac and Laslo to move the body. However, their good intentions are interrupted when a hockey bag full of marijuana is discovered in the room. After swapping the corpse for the weed, a comedy of errors ensues as the magic troupe heads to San Francisco and unwittingly tries to sell their acquisition back to the original owners.
Sometimes all you need in life is a little magic.
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A rich winemaker dispatches a woman lawyer and male surveyor-geologist to assess a farm property whereby it is discovered that terrorists are preparing to invade a middle east country. Made as part of a South Australian Film Corporation three picture tele-movie series alongside _Plumber, The (1979) (TV)_ and _Sound of Love, The (1978) (TV)_.
Keywords: adelaide-south-australia, anti-terrorism, arab, arab-terrorist, army, australia, australian-bush, australian-outback, bush, counter-terrorist
And I hate what you told me
'Bout what I think
That it's a black paper
Written on with black ink
Now let me tell you one thing
About what you said
I'd rather die
Than to have you here in my bed
Yeah, try to stand up
While your face is nailed to the floor
Yeah, this is what it's like
To feel what I felt before
But I loved you when you left me
Yes I loved you when you left me
I loved you when you left
Yeah I loved you when you left me
Don't critisize
My 2 packs of smokes a day
You don't even know
How to spell 'ashtray'
I don't like your mother
Don't like her one bit
'Cause she says
Vegetarians are stupid
Yeah, try to stand up
Temperature's rising
Fever is high
Can't see no future
Can't see no sky
My feet are so heavey
So is my head
I wish I was a baby
I wish I was dead
Cold turkey has got me on the run
My body is aching
Goose-pimple bone
Can't see no body
Leave me alone
My eyes are wide open
Can't get to sleep
One thing I'm sure of
I'm in at the deep freeze
Cold turkey has got me on the run
Cold turkey has got me on the run
Thirty-six hours
Rolling in pain
Praying to someone
Free me again
Oh I'll be a good boy
Please make me well
I promise you anything
Waiting is the hardest part
For a doped up worn out heart
It says it's gonna quit
When it's life turns slowly into shit
I feel the mirror laugh
When I whisper it's all I have
Burned down and passed away
I thought we agreed there is nothing left to say
I've met failures like you before
Who want to score like me
I've known them all before
And I've loved failures like you before
Who looked so much like me
And I've known them all before
I know that the day I'll die
Will be the moment I'll stop beautify
The broken mirror and it's razorblade
Love is a name
For a second that puts me in shame
Life is a snapshot
Which was taken by words I forgot
I know I'm naked, I know my soul
I know this being's got a goal
Sometimes I'm broken, Sometimes I'm not
All this is captured in one shot
I laugh, I cry, I don't rely
On what I think about it
How does it feel not to reply
When they say 'Think about it'
Lies are so cheap
But there's life-time guarantee when sold
Still I'm convinced
They are priceless when they're left untold
The moment I'm tired, I will admit
I took this snapshot bit by bit
It can be hated or put in a frame
You don't have to say it all again
Whatever happened, I'm sure it was meant to be
I think I'm just to slow
You say you suffer and you don't get any grip
On everything that I prefer to skip
But I am what I am and I am doin' fine
It's not cool to be a guy
Who sometimes laughs and often cries
I don't want to be a man
Whose dreams slipped right through his hands
But that's just me
I don't know nothing about sexual routine
I don't even know what it means
But a man who never tries will never see
It's not cool to be a guy
Who sometimes laughs and often cries
I don't want to be a man
Whose dreams slipped right through his hands
But that's just me
It's not cool to be a guy
Who sometimes laughs and often cries
I don't want to be a man
Whose dreams slipped right through his hands
Ooooooh stop
With your feet in the air
And your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind
Where is my mind
Where is my mind
Way out in the water
See it swimmin'
I was swimmin' in the Carribean
Animals were hiding behind the rock
Except the little fish
But they told me, he swears
Tryin' to talk to me to me to me
Where is my mind
Where is my mind
Where is my mind
Way out in the water
See it swimmin' ?
With your feet in the air
And your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
If there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind
Where is my mind
Where is my mind
Ooooh
With your feet in the air
And your head on the ground
Ooooh
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Ooooh
I know it sounds dumb but I get a hard-on
From just sitting here and think
About what you once said : 'Faith is a slice of bread,
Hate is a beer you can't drink'
There was a time, they told,
Fools like me grew old, without knowing what they've killed
But if I don't see by now what is 'lonely'
I probably never will
Don't tell me you did not know
'Cause I told from the start
That I would break your face
If you tried to break my heart
Sometimes I look at women,
But they all look like dollarbills
You're a bank which has been blown up
And I'm waiting 'till it's rebuild
Don't tell me you did not know
'Cause I told from the start
That I would break your face
Hey man, where are you now
Are you alive somehow
I thought you would take the plane
Never to be seen or heard again
Hey man, do you believe
I'm sorry 'cause of your grief
Fuck you I can't rely
On anyone who's word is on stand-by
I thought you thought I did not know
I thought you thought I did not know it
I thought that you thought
I thought you thought I did not know it
Hey man I do confess
I'm happy you're in this mess
This time I'm not your nurse
I only hope it will get worse
I thought you thought I did not know
I thought you thought I did not know it
I thought that you thought
Too many pictures are staring at me when I sleep
Photographs remind me that I'm just a jealous creep
But it's hard to loose a woman, when she is all you've got
Everyday I shower and try to wash memories away
But they're burned into my skin more and more each day
The mirror doesn't talk but I know he knows a lot
I'll never
I'll never
I'll never love to love again
Sometimes I see your kids, god, they have grown
Their father must be proud to call you his own
He's got a wedding ring, and all I've got is Playboy
Dear Santa, would it be just too much to ask
To stick on 'Mr Perfect's face a jealous looking mask
Hope is a madman's dream
When he finds out he's alone
It's the poison that he takes
It's the cancer in his bones
'Truth or dare' he wispers
Though it knows the ice's too thin
It was hope that killed him
But it were his fingerprints
Somewhere there's someone
Who somehow gets a thrill
Of being perfect with an awful lot of guilt
I never thought it'd come to this that I
Even don't remember what I miss
Little perfect murders come and go
But they never die
Is what she said
'Maybe one day who knows'
For crying out loud, it's just a term
Made for those who end it
And for you who can't confirm
I'm the coat you're wearing
When there's nothing left that fits
I'm what you created
You think there's more but this is it
I know I hurt you
I know I caused you pain
You called me asshole