Oh! My Dear Desire (2003)

Actors

• Frank V. Ross (editor)
• Frank V. Ross (director)
• Frank V. Ross (writer)
• Kurt Naebig (actor)
• Anthony J. Baker (actor)
• Lonnie Phillips (actor)
• Allen Kalfas (actor)
• Denise Blank (actress)
• Joe Imbrogno (producer)
• Tim Baker (actor)
• Danielle Ostrowski (actress)
• Julie Rogers-Baker (actress)
• Bob Bryar (actor)
• Amy Bahde (actress)
• Doreen Bousque (actress)

Genres

• Drama

Taglines:

A love letter to human frailty

Abraham (1993)

Actors

• Vittorio Gassman (actor)
• Barbara Hershey (actress)
• Renato Scarpa (actor)
• Francesco Carnelutti (actor)
• Maximilian Schell (actor)
• Vincent Riotta (actor)
• Mattia Sbragia (actor)
• Orso Maria Guerrini (actor)
• Richard Harris (actor)
• Gottfried John (actor)
• Paolo Bonacelli (actor)
• Christian Kohlund (actor)
• Kevin McNally (actor)
• Enrico Sabbatini (costume designer)
• Ennio Morricone (composer)

Genres

• Adventure
• Biography
• Drama
• History

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Yes Ma'am - D.r.i
• The Five Year Plan - D.r.i
• Give My Taxes Back - D.r.i
• You - D.r.i
• Tone Deaf - D.r.i
• The Target - D.r.i
• Enemy Within - D.r.i
• Nursing Home Blues - D.r.i
• Snap - D.r.i
• You Know I Tried - D.r.i
• Wages Of Sin - D.r.i
• Under the Overpass - D.r.i
• Thrashard - D.r.i
• The Trade - D.r.i
• Girl With A Gun - D.r.i
• Evil Minds - D.r.i
• Draft Me - D.r.i
• Oblivion - D.r.i
• Busted Again - D.r.i
• Soup Kitchen - D.r.i
• Shut Up - D.r.i
• You Say I'm Scum - D.r.i
• Who Am I - D.r.i
• War Crimes - D.r.i
• Violent Pacification - D.r.i
• Underneath The Surface - D.r.i
• To Open Closed Doors - D.r.i
• Time Out - D.r.i
• Think for Yourself - D.r.i
• They Don't Care - D.r.i
• No End - D.r.i
• My Fate To Hate - D.r.i
• Fun & Games - D.r.i
• F.r.d.c. - D.r.i
• Dry Heaves - D.r.i
• Drown You Out - D.r.i
• Acid Rain - D.r.i
• No Religion - D.r.i
• Give A Hoot - D.r.i
• Capitolist Suck - D.r.i
• Busted - D.r.i
• Broke - D.r.i
• Slumlord - D.r.i
• Slit My Wrist - D.r.i
• Shame - D.r.i
• Standing In Line - D.r.i
• Worker Bee - D.r.i
• Why - D.r.i
• The Apllication - D.r.i
• The Explorer - D.r.i

Teacher moves me from seat to seat, huh!
All I do is talk
Teacher, may I use the bathroom please?
Yes, it's an emergency!
Teacher makes me take my test first
I'll take your test
Trapped inside this hourglass
Thoughts of crass
I'll give you the answers you want to hear
But I won't conform
Unlike my mindless vacant peers
They're the norm
Exactly what do you want me to say?
Exactly what do you want from me?
Exactly what do you want me to be now?
Please classify me
Force me to succeed
Change identity
And watch me change
Finished, may I use the bathroom please?
Yes, still an emergency!
Come on, cut me some slack
Promise, I'll be right back
Just let me go this one last time
And I'll never ask again,
Just let me go this one last time
And I'll never ask again
Please!

I lose, you win
I lose, you win
I lose, you win
I lose again
But you're on my five-year plan
Your time will come
When you least expect it, expect it!
The five-year plan
You fucked me over
You did me wrong
You know why
I wrote this song
The five-year plan
Until the, I'll just pretend
That you are still my friend
But in the end, your time will come
When you least expect it, expect it!
The five-year plan
I don't forget so easily
No, I'm not so quick to forget
The five-year plan
I hold a grudge
I live for revenge
The five-year plan
I win, you lose
I win, you lose

They block out the landscape with giant signs
Covered with pretty girls and catchy lines
Put up fences and cement the ground
To dull my senses, keep the flowers down
I want 'em back
Spend my money on a race to space
Wasting my money, slapping my face
They've taken a peek over future's fence
Taken a peek at my expense
They've wasted human lives
And they've fucked up mine
I want it back
I'm not into the material scene
Polyester, polyethylene
At least give me a chance to say what I want
The more you waste, the more you want
I want 'em back
I want 'em back
I want 'em back

Today I Want To Be With You For The Rest Of My Life
Tomorrow I May Never Want To See You Again
That's How It Goes, People Change
But You Know That I Don't Have To Tell You
I Think About You All The Time
I Think About You All The Time
I Never Wanted This, I Was Having Fun
Before I Met You, Falling For Anyone
Was Not On My Agenda, But It Still Happened, Now
I Think About You All The Time
I Think About You All The Time
I Don't' Have To Tell You, You Know That
I Think About You All The Time
I Think About You All The Time
Tomorrow - Before I Met You
Falling - Not On My Agenda
People Change - It Still Happened
Thinking About You For The Rest Of My Life

Tone Deaf! I Can't Play An Instrument
Tone Deaf! I Can't Even Sing
Tone Deaf! I Have To Wear Ear Plugs
The Noise Makes My Ears Ring
They Told Me When I Ws Eleven
"You Shouldn't Even Bother To Try.
You've Got No Musical Ability."
And They Weren't Telling A Lie
Tone Deaf! I've Got No Rhythm
Tone Deaf! I've Got No Pitch
Tone Deaf! I Couldn't Hit An Octave
If It Meant That I'd Get Rich
All I Can Do Is Shout
Louder And Faster Than Most
That's What I Do For A Living
Traveling Coast To Coast
Tone Deaf! I Don't Have Good Meter
Tone Deaf! I Dan't Sing Tremolo
Tone Deaf! I've Got Poor Register
You Won't Hear Me Sing Falsetto
No, I Can't Hit Those High Notes
And I Can't Go Real Low
All In All, I'm Tone Deaf
And Everyone Tells Me So
Tone Deaf!

Somewhere, Out Past Nowhere
I Was Born In The Middle Of An Air Raid
Since I Hit The Dirt, I Was On The Run
The Son Of A Gun And A Switchblade
Got My Uzi Lying On My Bed Stand
I Made Napalm In My Sink
Pipe-Bomb In My Pants Pocket
I Just Put Cyanide In Your Drink
Mic Stand's Always At My Side
Jack-Knife In My Boot
Fully Automatic Machine-Gun
Is Loaded And Ready To Shoot
I Strayed Off The Beaten Path
Now There's No Place To Hide
My Sadness And My Wrath
Contemplated Suicide
Somewhere, Out Past Nowhere
I Lost My Way
No Money To Pay My Fare
The Driver Drove Away
I Remember Sunny Winter Sundays Spent
Shooting At The Sun With My Bb-Gun
Thinking, "This Is The Way That Life Should Be
Some Birds, Some Bbs, My Gun And Me."
But That Isn't The Way That Life Should Be
This Is The Way That Life Should Be
Guitars, Drums, A Mic And Me
The Band, Some Roadies, Electricity
Blasting Forth With A Million Watts Of Power
The Weak Get Sick And The Timid All Cower
'Cause We're Like A Gun And We're Taking Aim
Out Music's The Bullet, The Target Is Your Brain
The Guitar, Like A Laser, Cuts Through Your Head
You Drop To Your Knees And Wish You Were Dead
Than I Grab The Mic And I Start To Shout
Your Ear-Drums Burst And Your Brains Drain Out
When The Bass Kicks In, Your Bones Are Crushed
Your Eyes Roll Back As You Get A Rush
Then The Drums Pound You Right Into The Floor
Now You're Rotten To The Core

Mommy, Daddy
Help me please
I beg of you
I'm on my knees
Save me from
This Life I Lead
The pain, the blood
The agony
I want to stop
Somehow I can't
The time draws near
I start to pant
Once again
I put it off
I swallow hard
And Then I cough
CHORUS
Enemy
Whith in my head
I often wish
That i was dead
No self control
Of my own mind
Got to stop
There's no more time
I've got to try
I must release
Rid my soul
From this beast
It's my lst chance
I must prevail
Cast put the enemy
I musn't fail
REPEAT CHORUS
Enemy
Whith in my head
I often wish
That i was dead
No self control
Of my own mind
Got to stop

I am an old man living alone
My loved ones stuck me here in this nursing home
I've lost all usefulness
I want to die
I have them all the best years of my life
Then Maggie passed away, now I've got no wife
So kill me, young man, or hand me your knife
I want to die
My beautiful daughter says I get in the way
I depress her because I'm old and grey
She can't stand to see the wrinkles in my skin
By golly, girl, you're my only kin
I want to die
Like an old horse put out to pasture
Too old to be of any more use to it's master
But when I lie in bed and I reminisce
I begin to think maybe this is best
I'm out of the way, not in anyone's hair
And though I'm costing them money, I don't care

No, there are no easy answers
To sum up the problems which we face
History's a lesson, let us learn by our mistakes
Just don't expect to make sense
Out of what you see
For I can tell you now that
Knowing is believing
So if you open your mind you might understand
You're the victim of a bigtime government scam
And though you may not be inclined to believe
The man behind the desk does get paid to deceive
You live in your little dream world
You're much too cool to care
I really have to warn you
I think it's only fair
They await the final hour
As happy as they are sick
Laughing so hysterically
At all those who they've tricked
But then who an I to tell you who to believe in
When all the masks they seem so damn deceiving?
How can I say to you, "You be Free"
That would never bring about mass anarchy

You know I tried
Can't stay any longer cause I tried
Tried 3,6,7 times
Tried to get you to feel me
To sneak out of the party
We could jump in the Caddy and drive
Instead of frontin' for the spotlight
If we could be alone, we'd be fine
Get away from our friends
You know the scene never ends
If loops back and plays every night
You know I tried
Can't stay any longer cause I tried
Tried 3,6,7 times
Tried to get you to feel me
To sneak out of the party
We could jump in the Caddy and drive
All my ladies acting crazy
You know we dance lazy
You know I tried
Can't stay any longer cause I tried
Tried harder than I want to try
Tried to see if you feel me
If you still have the feeling
Cause I feel like I've been on your mind
But you're blinded by the spotlight
Let me know when you adjust your eyes
You'll be ready to see me
When you see that I'm leaving
And I'm not looking back this time
"All these ladies acting crazy"
"All these ladies drivin' me crazy"
Is that what you're spraying?

The Wages Of Sin
They Force Feed You Love, Then Serve You Hate
What Are They Teaching? I Just Can't Relate
Altar Boys Are The Victims He Defiled
He Took Advantage Of The Virgin Child
Got Them Drunk And Told Them What To Do
He Won't Say It, But You Know It's True
There's A Reason Why He Remains Free
Hides Behind The Cloak Of The Clergy
He Was A Man, They Were Just Boys
Human Beings, Not Just Toys
A God Who'd Allow Such Atrocity
Ain't No Good God To Me
No Redemption For What He Did
Crimes Committed On A Little Kid
What Do You Say? Don't Wait For A Sign
Trust In God And Have Peace Of Mind
He Took Something, He Can't Give It Back
Took That Innocence, Can't Give That Back
Altar Boys Are The Victims He Defiled
He Took Advantage Of The Virgin Child
Got Them Drunk And Told Them What To Do
He Won't Say It, But You Know It's True
A Catholic Priest, He's Committed To Sin

Hungry vets carrying signs to our shame
Starving homeless soldiers
And who's to blame?
Once protected our freedom and our lives
Now society has cut all ties
Once trained to defend our rights
At the risk of his own ass
Now sleeps in a cardboard box
Under the overpass
Under -- Under the overpass
Like discarded pawns in a sick game of chess
Seems to be no place for them in this mess
A dime or a penny, whatever you can spare
They would work for food
For those of you who care
All used up and thrown out
Just like a worn out part
Keeps all that he owns
In a shopping cart

There's a gig
At 5th and Main
Gonna catch the bus
Or take the train
We'll steal or find
Or borrow cash
And we'll be there
Ready to thrash
The band kickes in
They begin to rage
No-man's land
In front of the stage
Poseurs in the bathroom
Still looking at their hair
Thrashers in the foreground
Doing what they dare
In the pit (5)
Thrashing and slamming
Like hell in the pit
Tomorrow they know
May not come
Banging and moshing
Like they don't give a shit
To the rapid beat
Of the drum
A boot to your forehead
A knee in your face
Your nose and lips
Start to bleed
Like a wild Indian
From outer space
Drunk and
High on weed
Guitar seems so fucking loud
People walking on the crowd
Diving off the P.A. stacks
Breaking ankles,necks and backs
Then the circle begins
In the thrashing pit
Fist are flying
People getting hit
Tooth chippers left and right
Skinheads in another fight
Banging heads and broken jaws
Because there are no laws
In the pit
Then you start thrashing
Like never before
Stagediving, headwalking like mad
Doing your thing
All over the floor
The best time that you've ever had
You are hurt all over
But can't feel a thing
Not until the next day
Then you wake up
Stiff as a board
And the pain won't go away
Another gig at 5th and Main
We'll catch the bus
Or take the train
We'll steal or find
Or borrow cash
And we'll be there
Ready to thrash

I'm on a roll
Out of control
Another one night stand
I can't get away
'Cause I'm on display
But I can't see you, man
CHORUS
Smile for the cameras
Smile for the fans
Sign their records
And shake their hands
Try to stay healthy
Try to get laid
Make it to the show
That's the trade (2)
I sleep all day
On the freeway
On the bus between each gig
I'm making my living
Singing my songs
Doing my thing, dig
I had a dream
So I made some plans
Things have a way of working out
I found a few people
And formed a band
Taught myself to shout
REPEAT CHORUS
Write down stuff
You feel strongly about
Others may feel the same
And before you know it
You might be a big star
And everyone will know your name
When you learn the trade
And you're on display
Everyone knows that name
Everyone knows our name

I don't trust that girl with a gun
Something about a girl with a gun
The way they fly off the handle
Someone's gonna get hurt
She's gonna hurt someone
That girl's got a gun
She's got a 28
She's got a 38
She's got a 357 magnum
She sleeps with one stashed in her bed
And she's packing one in her purse
I was thinking yesterday
I don't know which one is worse
She's gonna hurt someone
That girl's got a gun
She's got a 28
She's got a 38
She's got a 357 magnum
My god, girl, where have you been?
And where will you be tomorrow?
I see you smothered in your sin
And surrounded by your sorrow
She's gonna hurt someone
That girl's got a gun
Girl with a gun, girl with a gun

Horrible plans of hate they're tending
The evil minds with plans predicting
Bitter vibes of hate they're sending
Broken heart and mind is mending
Deflective action onslaught ending
Crazy plans of fame descending

Draft me...I want to have fun
Draft me...give me a gun
Draft me...I'd understand
Draft me...I want to be a man
I want to help America keep the peace

The day has come, the time is near
For all to end. It's true, it's here
It's all over now, no way to stop
The button's been pushed, the bomb's been dropped
The city is melting, the sky burns red
The ocean is boiling, we'll soon be dead
Death has come knocking, the door's open wide
He's let himself in, no place to hide
A tidal wave of power coming over the hill
A great well of thunder swooping down for the kill
Leveling, destroying everything in its path
Just seconds left now till we feel its wrath
The city is melting, the sky burns red
The ocean is boiling, we'll soon be dead
People run rabid from the great blast
The beast is upon us, it's here at last
The streets echo screams filled with fear

Driving down the freeway
As if I was on downers
Followed off the exit ramp
By a scene from close encounters
Out of the van
Walk a straight line
Lost count of the beers
Somewhere around nine
Drunk and driving, boy
You really fucked up
Now you're in the squad car
Hands in back, cuffed
Seven hundred dollars
Or eight months, son
Checked my pockets, but
I knew I had none
They took away my license
They said I can't drive
Said that I should thank them
I'm "lucky to be alive"
Locked in a cell
For weeks at a time
My friends got me out
My bail was my fine
Now I'm on the outside
Me and all my friends
Drunk and driving reckless

Vicious circle's got me down
Days turn into weeks of hanging out
Got to shake these soup kitchen blues
Growing tired of barley cabbage stew
And there being nothing
Nothing new to do
Dumb and hungry, we make our way
For free refueling
Like an alarm clock, our minds know the times
We plan our lives around the lines
Twelve p.m. At the soup kitchen
Talking politics with the bag men
Forced into their conversations
Pessimistic contemplations
They tell me of their heart conditions
Share with me their D.T. Visions
Damn me with that bad outlook
Or save me with that "good book"
Vicious circle's got me down
Days turn into weeks of hanging out
Got to shake these Haight-Ashbury blues
Growing tired of the Kezar Stadium cruise
And there being nothing
Nothing new to do
Just make the midday pilgrimage
We travel far and wide
Going to the soup kitchen