Jared Joseph Leto (born December 26, 1971) is an American actor, director, producer, musician, and occasional model. Leto has appeared in both big budget Hollywood films and smaller projects from independent producers and art houses. He rose to prominence for playing Jordan Catalano in the teenage drama My So-Called Life (1994). He later made his film debut in How to Make an American Quilt (1995) and received first notable critical praise for his performance in Prefontaine (1997). Leto played supporting roles in The Thin Red Line (1998) and Girl, Interrupted (1999), as well as the lead role in the horror film Urban Legend (1998), and earned critical acclaim after portraying heroin addict Harry Goldfarb in Darren Aronofsky's Requiem for a Dream (2000). He has worked with director David Fincher in Fight Club (1999) and Panic Room (2002). Since the 2000s, Leto has been nominated for awards for his work in such films as American Psycho (2000), Highway (2002), Lord of War (2005), Lonely Hearts (2006), Chapter 27 (2007), and Mr. Nobody (2009).
Plot
In 1917, in World War I, the veteran Sergeant, Michael Dunne, is wounded at the front and nursed by Sarah Mann. He is diagnosed as neurasthenic and returns to his hometown, Calgary, to work in the recruitment section. When Sarah's asthmatic brother, David, is enlisted and demands that this be recognized by the father of his girlfriend, Cassie Walker. Sarah believes that Michael is responsible, and blames him for the engagement of her brother in the army. Michael re-enlists, using his mother last name, in order to protect David and they are sent to the no man's land at the front line of the Battle of Passchendaele.
Keywords: 1910s, alberta-canada, army-life, asthma, battle, battle-fatigue, battlefield, bloodbath, blown-to-pieces, bombardment
in love, there is only one rule... don't die.
[repeated line]::Michael Dunne: I'm not a good storyteller...
David Mann: I came here to kill Germans!::Michael Dunne: No. You came here to kill your father.
German Machine Gunner: [Extends hand towards Dunne] Kamerad...::[Dunne stabs him in the forehead]
Dobson-Hughes: [insulting the Germans] Gas... even a Boer wouldn't sink so low to use gas.::Michael Dunne: I believe we're using gas, sir.::Dobson-Hughes: [after a pause] Quite right.
Sarah Mann: There's only one rule: don't die.
Michael Dunne: Do you think maybe I could accompany you to a dance, or...?::Sarah Mann: I don't dance with soldiers.::Michael Dunne: I could lose the uniform.::Sarah Mann: I don't dance with naked soldiers.
Dobson-Hughes: While I was born under the sun of the British Empire, you were born under the cloud of Germany!
Michael Dunne: [leads two horses towards Sarah] I know you don't dance with soldiers, miss. But would you go riding with one?
Sarah Mann: [about her brother's enlistment] Dunne didn't recruit him?::Cassie Walker: No. He barely had anything to do with it. It was the other man, the British one.
Nursing Matron: [Dunne doesn't know Nurse Mann's name] It's Sarah. Her name is Sarah.
Plot
1983. Tom Highway is a well-decorated career military man in the United States Marine Corps, he who has seen action in Korea and Vietnam. His current rank is Gunnery Sergeant. His experiences have led him to become an opinionated, no nonsense man, who is prone to bursts of violence, especially when he's drunk, if the situation does not suit him, regardless of the specifics or people involved. Because of these actions, he has spent his fair share of overnighters behind bars. Close to retirement, one of his last assignments, one he requested, is back at his old unit at Cherry Point, North Carolina, from where he was transferred for insubordination. He is to train a reconnaissance platoon. His superior officer, the much younger and combat inexperienced Major Malcolm Powers, sees Highway as a relic of an old styled military. Highway's commanding officer, Lieutenant Ring, the platoon leader, is also a younger man who has no combat experience, but is academically inclined and happy-go-lucky. Highway finds that his team is a rag-tag bunch of slackers, who includes wannabe rock musician Stitch Jones, with who Highway had an inauspicious earlier meeting. The men in the platoon, who truly believe Highway is crazy, hate him, and don't understand why they have to follow his harsh training regimen when the United States is not currently at war. The major, who is all about efficiency regardless of combat readiness, has the same views of Highway. He is clear that he sees Highway's platoon solely as a training mechanism for his own elite squad trained by Highway's nemesis, Staff Sergeant Webster. Things for Highway and his platoon change when the United States enters into war in Grenada. Through it all, Highway tries to reconnect with his bar waitress ex-wife Aggie, he even clandestinely reading women's magazines to understand her better. Two primary obstacles stand in his way: Roy Jennings, Aggie's boss and current suitor who hates Marines, and Aggie's own remembrance of how dysfunctional their marriage was.
Keywords: 1980s, a-show-of-hands, accidentally-firing-a-gun, action-hero, air-strike, ak-47, alcoholic, army-lieutenant, army-major, assault-course
Clint Eastwood is Gunnery Sergeant Tom Highway, career Marine and combat veteran. He is a man whose life has been defined by war. Korea and Vietnam taught him how to survive. He won the Congressional Medal of Honor but found public apathy and military bureaucracy. He is a hard-drinking loner but he's trying to reorganize his life and understand the woman he loves. He is a traditionalist who has to shape up his ragtag troops and he'll get the job done. His integrity is unwavering. His past is Heartbreak Ridge. He is ready for another battlefield and his finest hour. It will come.
... the scars run deep.
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: [approaching Highway] Just what the hell do you think you're doing?::Highway: Just enjoying the view, sir.::Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: Well, you disobeyed an order. I told you to stay in contact and not take this hill without me. Damn it! Get on your feet, Highway!::Highway: With all due respect, sir, you're beginning to bore the hell out of me.::[sees the helicopter landing and Colonel Meyers getting out]::Colonel Meyers: Who's in charge here?::Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: I am, sir. Major Malcolm Powers.::Colonel Meyers: Did you lead this assault?::Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: Sir, Leutenant Ring and Gunnery Sergeant Highway disobeyed a direct order. I told them to wait for support but they went up this hill anyway.::Colonel Meyers: [to Highway] Why?::Highway: We're Marines, sir. We're paid to adapt, to improvise.::Lieutenant M.R. Ring: Sir, I gave the order to take this hill.::Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: Ring, this is going to ruin your career.::Colonel Meyers: Are you new to the infantry, Major?::Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: Yes, sir. Just came over from supply.::Colonel Meyers: Were you good at that?::Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: Yes, sir!::Colonel Meyers: Well then, stick to it because you're a walking cluster fuck as an infantry officer. My men are hard chargers, Major! Leutenant Ring and Gunny Highway took a handfull of young fire pissers, exercised some personal initiative and kicked ass! [to Lt Ring] Good job, Leutenant!::Lieutenant M.R. Ring: Thank you, sir!::Colonel Meyers: Leutenant, see to it that those students are escorted back to Cherry Point.::Lieutenant M.R. Ring: Yes, sir!::Colonel Meyers: [to Powers] Well, you're dismissed! [Highway and Choozoo approach] What the hell are you two sorry assed individuals looking at? Get the hell off of my LZ.::Highway, Choozoo: Semper Fi!::Colonel Meyers: Oo-rah!::Highway: Well, Chooz, I guess we're not 0-1-1 anymore.
[toasting a fallen comrade]::Choozoo: Here's to J.J. and all the pieces of him we couldn't find.
Highway: My name's Gunnery Sergeant Highway and I've drunk more beer and banged more quiff and pissed more blood and stomped more ass that all of you numbnuts put together. Now Major Powers has put me in charge of this reconisence platoon.::Lance Corporal Fragatti: We take care of ourselves.::Highway: You couldn't take care of a wet dream. God loves you.::Collins: I know that!::Highway: You men do not impress me!::Profile: Recon platoon kicks butt.::Highway: [grabs Profile by the nose] If you ladies think that you can slip and slide just because your last sergeant was a pussy, well queer bait, you're going to start acting like Marines right now!::Lance Corporal Fragatti: Who invited ya!::Highway: I'm not doing this because I want to take long showers with you assholes and I don't want to get my head shot off in some far away land because you don't habla, comprende?::Aponte: Ruh!::Highway: You?::Quinones: Yes, Gunney.::Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: [singing] And you really look so fine and you've got that big behind.::Highway: [sees Jones] Well, well, well, well. I'm here to tell you that life as you knew it has ended. You all may as well go into town tonight. You may as well laugh and make fools out of yourselves. Rub your pathetic little peckers against your honies or stick it in a knothole in the fence but whatever it is, get rid of it. Because at 0600 tomorrow your ass is mine. [to Jones] Where's your bunk.::Highway: [walking toward the barracks holding Jones by the ear] Where is it?::Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Where's what, man?::Highway: The money for my ticket.::Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Hey, no need to resort to unnecessary violence. I was a little down on the money, you know, but I got a little money for you right here. But that's all I got. [hands Highway some cash]::Highway: And the meal.::Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: The meal.::Highway: Yeah, the meal.::Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Ok, I got a little more for you here but that's definitely all I got.::Highway: And the tip.::Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: No, man, that's really it that's all I got.::Highway: You owe me. [rips Jones' earring off] Now it's my will against yours and you will lose. So don't forget, 0600. That's six o'clock in the morning for those of you who don't habla.
Jail Binger: I don't like soldier boys.::Highway: Say what?::Jail Binger: If you wanna pop that puppy's can you don't have to grease him so hard, jarhead.::Highway: Well, it sounds like you're a man of experience.::Jail Binger: What the hell's that supposed to mean, grunge shit.::Highway: It means: Be advised. I'm mean, nasty and tired. I eat concertina wire and piss napalm and I can put a round in a flea's ass at 200 meters. So why don't you go hump somebody else's leg, mutt face, before I push yours in.::Jail Binger: Ain't gonna be so smart with your balls stuffed in your mouth, jarhead!::Highway: [hands cigar to the young man] Hang on to this, boy. I think war's just been declared.
Highway: Drop your cocks and grab your socks! Off your ass and on your feet. Let's move. Knees to the breeze in 5 minutes.::Profile: It's Goddam 5 o'clock. You said six!::Highway: So I lied. So I can't tell time. So maybe some communist bastard's going to make an appointment pop you a new asshole in your forehead. You're Marines now. You adapt. You overcome. You improvise. Let's move. Four minutes!::Highway: [in the head] We move swift. We move silent. We move deadly. Only one shake of those wangs ladies. Anymore than that consitutes pleasure and we're not in that business. Sleep well, Mr. Jones?::Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: This is a nightmare. A freakin' nightmare. Wake me up, Mama, please!::Marine: [outside the barracks] The platoon is formed for PT, Gunny.::Highway: Take your post. The Marines are looking for a few good men. Unfortunately you ain't it. We will blaze a path into battle for others to follow. Surrender is not in our creed. Let me here you say that.::Lance Corporal Fragatti, Aponte, Profile, Quinones, Collins, Marine, Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: [mumbling] Surrender is not in our creed.::Highway: Louder or the next time you leave this base for R&R; you'll be collecting your pensions.::Lance Corporal Fragatti, Aponte, Profile, Quinones, Collins, Marine: Surrender is not in our creed!::Highway: Louder!::Lance Corporal Fragatti, Aponte, Profile, Quinones, Collins, Marine, Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: SURRENDER IS NOT IN OUR CREED!::Highway: Oo-rah. Strip off those t-shirts.::Lance Corporal Fragatti: Huh?::Highway: You'll all wear the same t-shirt or not at all. [Platoon takes off shirts. Highway approaches Fragatti] What's your name, Marine?::Lance Corporal Fragatti: Lance Corporal Fragatti, Gunny.::Highway: [takes off Fragatti's sunglasses and steps on them] Well, you shouldn't litter Fag-eddi. It's ecologically unsound. [moves down the line] What's your name?::Aponte: Aponte.::Highway: Your's?::Profile: Profile.::Highway: Your's?::Quinones: Quinoes.::Highway: Your's?::Collins: Collins!::Highway: Alright, Colitis, Cahones, Profilatics, Ajax. You boys are handsome. You ladies look like models. In fact I want your hair high and tight by tomorrow morning. When you start looking like Marines you'll start feeling like Marines and then, Goddamn it, you'll start acting like Marines. Platoon, ten-hut! Right face! Forward march!
Lieutenant M.R. Ring: [bumps into Highway] Excuse me, sir. I mean, Gunny. Sergeant Major::Choozoo: Sir. This is Gunnery Sergent Thomas Highway. He's been assigned to Recon Platoon.::Lieutenant M.R. Ring: Oh, outstanding, welcome aboard. Well, I have to hightail it men. I'm late for pre-schoolers school.::[looks at Highway's ribbons]::Lieutenant M.R. Ring: Lord!::Highway: His Mama know he's playing Marine?::Choozoo: By the way, he's Lt. Ring. Your platoon leader.::Highway: Thanks a lot.::Choozoo: You didn't think you were just gonna tilt nipple to a bunch of no rank fuzz butts did you?::Highway: I guess not.::Choozoo: Want me to intro you to your troops.::Highway: No, I'll take care of it.::Choozoo: Here, take my pickup.::Highway: Hey, thanks. Where is it?::Choozoo: You can tell by the sign. It says Sergeant Major.
Highway: Hey, Baby. You fool around on the first date?::Little Mary: Oooooo.::[hugs Highway]::Little Mary: Damn you, boy, don't you know how to write or call?::Highway: Well, I didn't want you to spend any sleepless nights thinking about me.::Little Mary: Come on, I'll get you a beer.::Highway: Great. I could use one.::[sits at bar]::Highway: You look great. They don't make 'em like you anymore.::Little Mary: Oh, hell, sure they do. But if you want a lot from a woman you have to give a lot.::Highway: Not this kid. It seems that marriage and the Marine Corps weren't too compatable.::Little Mary: Panther piss. The best years of my life were spent with a Marine. If I were a little younger I'd make you eat your words and curl your toes.::Highway: I bet you could.::Little Mary: Aggie always kept a smile on your face.::Highway: That was pain.::Little Mary: She's in town Tom.::Highway: I figured as much. Well, if she's looking for more alimony she's in real trouble because I've got myself so broke I couldn't get out of sight if it took a quarter to go around the world.::Little Mary: She's cocktailin' over at the Palace.::Highway: I figured she'd be married to a general by now. Can I get my old room back?::Little Mary: Hell yes. You gonna go see her?::Highway: Hell no. Can I run a tab on this?::Little Mary: Hell no.::Highway: Tough woman. Tough, tough woman.
Sergeant Webster: Highway, I heard you was back.::Highway: Webster.::Sergeant Webster: These retards couldn't fight their way out of a shit house.::Highway: That where you been keeping yourself lately?::Highway: Major Powers and me are building an elite company of fightin' men.::Highway: Webster, the only thing you could build is a good case of hemmorhoids. [taps Fragatti on the head]::Lance Corporal Fragatti: What? What?::Highway: Well, you're blowing away all of your ammunition, Fag-eddy. Miss I ain't America's gonna make Swiss cheese out of you.::Lance Corporal Fragatti: It's not my fuckin' fault, man. The fuckin' weapon's fuckin' fucked up.::Highway: [takes rifle and fires at target] There's nothing wrong with that rifle. Keep it tight. [moves down to Jones] You wake up this morning with a piss pot on your head?::Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Uh, no, Gunny, I wore this in your honor.::Highway: Is that right?::Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Yeah, you know, Sands of Iwo Jima, Pork Chop Hill, Kason, all that old antique shit. Sort of a tribute to an aging veteran close to retirement such as yourself.::Highway: Well, I'm touched.::Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Yeah, you know, sort of a recon way of saying welcome and ineveitably, goodbye.::Highway: And the kevlar helmet you were issued, that didn't by chance find it's way into one of the local pawn shops in town now did it?::Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Hey, hey, yo, that's a serious implication, Gunny. You know, we're financially responsible for these bad boys.::Highway: That's right, you are, that's why I want to see kevlar on your head by 1900 hours or you won't have a head to put it on.::Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Yes, sir, Gunny Highway Sergeant, sir!::Profile: Hey, Gunny. My weapon's jammed! [stands and the rifle goes off]::Sergeant Webster: [as the platoon is marching back] Major Powers' gonna teach you how to discipline your men.::Highway: Webster, if Powers ever comes to a sudden stop your face is gonna go half way up his ass.::Lance Corporal Fragatti: Profile's never gonna make it back to the barracks.::Corporal 'Stitch' Jones: Powers is cold blooded, man.::Highway: [after Profile falls] Come on, Profile. You can make it. Don't give the prick the satisfaction.
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: [after Profile fell down, Highway speaks to him, then Profile runs off] What did you say to him?::Highway: I said "Don't give the prick the satisfaction," sir!
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: This man has usurped authority and ignored my personal directives for over a week. Why, Lieutenant?::Lieutenant M.R. Ring: Sir, I thought the training exercise was...::Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: You think too much and act too little. You are supposed to be an officer. Now look that word up in your platoon leader's handbook.::[to Highway]::Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: Who gave you permission to deviate from the training schedule?::Highway: I needed to evaluate my men, sir.::Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: They're not your men, you self-centered, egocentric, son-of-a-bitch! They're the United States Marine Corps men! The Second Division's men! The Eighth Marine Regiment's men! In other words, they're MY men and SO ARE YOU, GET IT?::Highway: The only thing I'll get is my head shot off if I go into a hot landing zone with a platoon that doesn't know it's job.::Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: You will follow my training program to the letter. No questions asked.::Highway: You go into combat tomorrow and you'll plant half those men.::Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: You did it on your own, didn't you?::Highway: I can't fix it if I don't know what's broken.::Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: Well, you make it easy.::[pick up the phone]::Lieutenant M.R. Ring: Sir, I gave the Gunny permission to freelance his, I mean, the men, sir.::Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: [slams down the phone] Wait outside, Ring.::[to Highway]::Maj. Malcolm A. Powers: I'm going to run you out of the corps, Highway. And you know what's funny? You're going to do all the work. Sooner or later you'll disregard procedure, disobey an order, or just get drunk. You can't help it. You're too old, too prideful, too stupid to change. I'm going to enjoy seeing you fall, Highway. Now get out and send in that idiot, Ring.::Highway: [leaves office and speaks to Lt Ring] He wants to see you, Lieutenant.::Lieutenant M.R. Ring: Sorry.::Highway: No reason to be. Lieutenant? Recon!
It is a fight I can overcome,
It is a chance that I'd never have found,
I'm on a highway that I can't escape,
An unending highway 'til the break of day,
Needle at top - no slow down or halt,
World rushing past but I'm safe - I'm alone,
Flashing fast skyward in an angel's climb,
Unending highway - I can't....
Charging through night - stars always a guide,
On a highway along the atlantic I'm rifling through these last 17 years.
The radio waxes romantic.
It's lullabies fill our eyes with tears.
We don't say a word.
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard.
And how you've grown my little bird.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
6 pounds and 7 ounces.
A ball of bones and flesh and tears were you.
Now your hands, your tiny pink hands, grew larger than my hands ever grew.
We don't say a word.
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard.
And how you've grown my little bird.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
Tired old man you're a wastin' slowly battling grey and blue,
Built your empire as a shell so nobody prays on you,
Remember when you were fresh and bitter like a blossom in its bud?
Struggle to keep the memories free from the sweat and blood,
Just to generalize, you sleep and you rise, you fail to recognize,
Like the Red Queen, you're running out of steam every mile,
The highway of denial
What a funny way to spend the day like a farmer deep in debt,
Tending to the coming harvest, ever trying to forget,
Don't you feel like you wanna run away from the mess that you've begun?
Now that they won't let you make it up as you go along,
Just to generalize, you sleep and you rise, you fail to recognize,
Like the Red Queen, you're runnin' out of steam every mile,
I can't believe I'm here
With all the deaths I almost died
And then woke up in another place
Disoriented, I shook my head
What, where, how
Who, when, how much
What an escapade that was
And here I'm shooting like a star
In the sky
What a thrill that death ride was
But I'm glad to be alive and well
Let me check my parts
And see if I'm all here
Let me collect my thoughts
And organize my mind
Let me remember myself
All over again
Yes I've got to go
And I've got to stay
And be careful about the chasm in the road
Don't fall down there, you might not come back
If it hurts bad enough, you'll get knocked out
And maybe wake up in another body, or a rock
Or a lake, or a tree, or a cloud
You might even not know what you are
You might not be anything at all
For millions of years
Or for all of the time
To be no thing is a dream I had
Do you come close, or is it far away
Are you a highway for a lot of souls
Running through the nighttime
And looking like a wreck
Got too many highlights and a love bite on her neck
Looking for some pay daddies who'll maybe come around
Everybody's wondering
What's that sound
Highway
(Do ya, do ya, do ya)
Always
(Do ya, do ya, do ya)
Standing in the doorway of a little black shop
Lifting up a pin light and ringing up a cop
Running down the street
Everybody sees
What she's got is what she needs
And what she loves is me
Highway
(Do ya, do ya, do ya)
Always
(Do ya, do ya, do ya)
Highway
(Do ya, do ya, do ya)
Always
(Do ya, do ya, do ya)
Highway
(Do ya, do ya, do ya)
(Do ya, do ya, do ya)
Highway
(Do ya, do ya, do ya)
Always
(Do ya, do ya, do ya)
Oh looking in the flowers
Hang on me every hour
Take me high and let me think
Move me baby, move me away
Everybody wondering why you're looking such a wreck
Yeah
Highway
(Do ya, do ya, do ya)
Always
(Do ya, do ya, do ya)
Everybody wondering why she didn't love me more
They damn know what it self
Somebody can move me
Oh I'm feeling naked
Words are getting higher
Everybody fire
Lord the sun is rising again
Words are getting higher
Everybody fire
Lord the sun is rising again
Words are getting higher
Everybody fire
Lord the sun is rising again
Words are getting higher
Everybody fire
Lord the sun is rising again
Words are getting higher
Everybody fire
At the end of the golden age when hearts have been broken
You close your eyes and you turn the page ease your mind open
When the picture fades and finally through your hands
Remember I loved you remember I loved you remember
Eagle watching from a wooden gate ice on the bridge
Tires spinning in the hands of fate two lives that were given back
Now the fallen stars and all their scars have to heal
Remember I loved you remember I loved you remember
On the highway home when you're alone in the dark
Angeline slipped out the door an hour before dawn
The folks in town would never know what she was running from
I was waiting for her up at Exit 41
She didn't know where I was going
She just knew where she had been
I took her up to Burmingham where she knew she had a friend
A little shaken up
But her tears were dry by then
I see people come and go
Each on a different path
Some chasing new beginnings
Some running from their past
Me, I just keep rollin' on
While others fade away
Mile after mile Day after day
I am the highway
I've seen flowers blooming on the shoulder of the road
Tied to little wooden crosses
For those who didn't make it home
Some folks breaking down
Some getting where they want to go
I see people come and go
Each on a different path
Some chasing new beginnings
Some running from their past
Me, I just keep rollin' on
While others fade away
Mile after mile Day after day
I am the highway I am the highway
I have no beginning
And I don't have an end
You might turn around
But there's no going back again
So the trick is to enjoy the ride
And learn from where you've been
Stretching out to the horizon
As time just fades away
Mile after mile Day after day
I am the highway
I am the highway
Last night I took the hooptie for a ride,
Ready for a road trip
Aye, I'm on the highway,
Sittin' sideways,
Feelin' focused
I'm on the road,
Haters be in my rear view vision
Keepin' self toward in this weird new distance
The top's lookin' closer as I breathe deepstress
Pin pointing my new road in my GPS, & ventured out
Over the speedlimit,
Why not?
Where my heart used to be I got a ice box
Feelin' depressed and I'll be missin' no doubt,
But you gotta go through hell before you chill in the clouds
Got my key in ignition,
So I'm speeding and swerving and this life we live in nobody's peaceful and perfect
I'm tryna speed to my goal [?]
Ain't no traffic in my way,
I'm rollin' smoothly
They really say I'm whack but they will not control this movie,
If you make this road slippery I'm Kristi Yamaguchi!
Yeah, desires burning,
I am certain,
Time for work,
I change my gears,
Tires burnin' & Ah
I got my foot on the gas,
Got my eye on the road
And Baby I'm speedin',
Tell them all "Here I go"
I'm ridin' in a car with
No brakes, no brakes
And I'll be on the highway to success
No brakes,
No brakes,
Accelerate
I'm goin' away...
Ain't nobody gettin' in the way of my day,
I'm in a car with no brakes on the highway
Ayyee, everythin' is feelin' right and alive,
Even though got no license to drive
I put my head into this goal & I'm a clash through it
And over pass any man who says I can't do it
Over lookin' all this trouble as I burst by,
And I never claim street I claim world wide
When I'm in danger I still feel hyper,
Cause I'm pushing negativity with windshield wipers
I love my life too much for me to stand by,
Livin' the fast life speedin' past and that's why
Last night I took the hooptie for a ride,
Ready for a roadtrip
Aye, I'm on the highway,
Sittin' sideways,
Feelin' focused
(Yeeaahhh)
I got my foot on the gas,
Got my eye on the road
And Baby I'm speedin',
Tell them all "Here I go"
(Here I go here I go)
I'm ridin' in a car with
No brakes, no brakes
And I'll be on the highway to success
No brakes
No brakes
Accelerate
I'm goin' away
I'm goin' away
I got my foot on the gas
And my eye on the road
Baby I'm speedin' tell em'
"Here I go" (here I go)
I'm ridin' in a car with
No brakes no brakes
And I'll be on the highway to success
No brakes
No brakes
Accelerate
I was looking for trouble, I was looking for pain.lord
knows it didnt take long for me to catch that train.
I walked on the highway, I walked in the sun.
lord knows im a peace lovin man and i sure dont want to
hurt no one.
(chorus)
take a walk on the highway, to catch a ride on a train.
take a walk on the highway, to catch a ride on a train.
met this girl with the big brown eyes, her hair was a
tumblin down.
the greatest poet i ever met the way her tongue caressed
the sounds.
intertwined in wine she danced as her mind began to play.
she stumbled the rapids and openned the ocean and when
she came she had nothing to say except.
she loved life, but knew that everybody dies.
she loved life, but knew that everybody dies.
she loved life, but knew that everybody dies.
she loved life, but knew that everybody dies.
I walk with a cane, this is how i get around,
directed by the wind, and the rain thats coming down,
symbolism and philosophy this is what i understand,
the birds and bees and the tall willow trees and the
Angeline slipped out the door an hour before dawn
The folks in town would never know what she was running from
I was waiting for her up at Exit 41
She didn't know where I was going
She just knew where she had been
I took her up to Burmingham where she knew she had a friend
A little shaken up
But her tears were dry by then
I see people come and go
Each on a different path
Some chasing new beginnings
Some running from their past
Me, I just keep rollin' on
While others fade away
Mile after mile Day after day
I am the highway
I've seen flowers blooming on the shoulder of the road
Tied to little wooden crosses
For those who didn't make it home
Some folks breaking down
Some getting where they want to go
I see people come and go
Each on a different path
Some chasing new beginnings
Some running from their past
Me, I just keep rollin' on
While others fade away
Mile after mile Day after day
I am the highway I am the highway
I have no beginning
And I don't have an end
You might turn around
But there's no going back again
So the trick is to enjoy the ride
And learn from where you've been
Stretching out to the horizon
As time just fades away
Mile after mile Day after day
I am the highway
In the deep of the night
I look over my shoulder
You look so fine
A spectacular sight
To feel you hold me close
And take my breath away
You say you want me to decide
Hit or miss, i cannot lie
But is this we have that completes me
Adelaide, ababa
Refrain:
Sometimes gotta give
You say i gotta say it
[repeat Chorus]
Could you spare me a bit more time
Rest assured it will be just fine
Til i’m ready for my number
So at least don’t let me pretend
[repeat Refrain and Chorus]
I love a fast car
and you got a fast ride
so won't u take me for a spin out on ya' highway
Cuz it's raining outside and
I know that a drive might sound a little crazy
but I feel that it's time
So speed it up, slow it down
Put it back, in reverse
My directions, pay attention to my every word
We can bump, we can swerve
But watch out for that curve
On ya' highway
Engines, roaring
Bodies, exploring
Hold on tight we're going all the way (all the way)
we can go 80 miles an hour
90 miles an hour
as long as you're driving then, it's ok
cuz I love it riding on your highway
Now, let's take it nice and slow and
I'll tell you where to go
I'll whisper to you softly when I see the signs
I look over to see you
and you're checking out the rear view
I'll control the stick you drive between the lines (whoooaa)
So speed it up, slow it down
Put it back, in reverse
My directions, pay attention to my every word
We can bump, we can swerve
But watch out for that curve
On ya' highway
Take me to another place (somewhere)
Where you can touch my face (somewhere)
Where you can kiss my waist (somewhere)
Soaring high
A dragon shaped like me
We flew
We grew
Roaring high
My kingdom in siege
in flames
untamed
Follow
Follow the white
Watch my kingdom in flames
King of air
Where's your sword
It's a long, long highway
Will this road of life lead me to someone
Who sees the world in a grain of sand
Who holds the future in the palm of their hand, aaah
No one else can see things like I do
It's a long, long highway
Looking for a home where the seed was sown
And the harvest was young
Will this road of life lead me to someone, someone
The rays of sun and the light of dawn
My inspriation since the day I was born, aaah
No one else can see things like I do
It's a long, long highway
But don't make the start on an empty heart
When you think you've begun
Let the road of life lead you to someone, someone
Nothing is serious to me
I live for what will be (listen to me)
I can always be a dreamer
So trust your heart
Don't fall apart
You'll see
At your journey's end
You will find a friend in me
It's a long, long highway
Will this road of life lead me to someone
You touched the dream that was in your eyes
You took so long only to realize oooh
No one else can love you like I do
It's a long, long highway
Looking for a home where the seed was sown
And my harvest was young
Will this road of life lead me to someone
It's a long, long highway
But don't make a start
On an empty heart
It's a long, long highway