Buenos Aires Vice Versa (1996)

Actors

• François Vila (miscellaneous crew)
• Alejandro Agresti (writer)
• Alejandro Agresti (actor)
• Alejandro Agresti (composer)
• Alejandro Agresti (director)
• Alejandro Agresti (producer)
• Mirta Busnelli (actress)
• Alejandro Agresti (editor)
• Paul M. van Brugge (composer)
• Alejandro Brodersohn (editor)
• Lorenzo Quinteros (actor)
• Carlos Galettini (actor)
• Carlos Roffé (actor)
• Harry Havilio (actor)
• Floria Bloise (actress)

Genres

• Comedy
• Drama

Ab nach Tibet! (1994)

Actors

• Herbert Achternbusch (writer)
• Herbert Achternbusch (actor)
• Herbert Achternbusch (director)
• Micki Joanni (editor)
• Dagmar Sachse (actress)
• Christian Lerch (actor)
• Anna Schudt (actress)
• Annamirl Bierbichler (actress)
• Barbara de Koy (actress)
• Dorothee Hartinger (actress)
• Ann Poppel (costume designer)
• Tshamano Sebe (actor)
• Bettina Mittendorfer (actress)
• Nicole Ernst (actress)
• Franz Baumgartner (actor)

Genres

Ab nach Tibet! (1994)

Actors

• Herbert Achternbusch (writer)
• Herbert Achternbusch (actor)
• Herbert Achternbusch (director)
• Micki Joanni (editor)
• Dagmar Sachse (actress)
• Christian Lerch (actor)
• Anna Schudt (actress)
• Annamirl Bierbichler (actress)
• Barbara de Koy (actress)
• Dorothee Hartinger (actress)
• Ann Poppel (costume designer)
• Tshamano Sebe (actor)
• Bettina Mittendorfer (actress)
• Nicole Ernst (actress)
• Franz Baumgartner (actor)

Genres

Ab nach Tibet! (1994)

Actors

• Herbert Achternbusch (writer)
• Herbert Achternbusch (actor)
• Herbert Achternbusch (director)
• Micki Joanni (editor)
• Dagmar Sachse (actress)
• Christian Lerch (actor)
• Anna Schudt (actress)
• Annamirl Bierbichler (actress)
• Barbara de Koy (actress)
• Dorothee Hartinger (actress)
• Ann Poppel (costume designer)
• Tshamano Sebe (actor)
• Bettina Mittendorfer (actress)
• Nicole Ernst (actress)
• Franz Baumgartner (actor)

Genres

Ab nach Tibet! (1994)

Actors

• Herbert Achternbusch (writer)
• Herbert Achternbusch (actor)
• Herbert Achternbusch (director)
• Micki Joanni (editor)
• Dagmar Sachse (actress)
• Christian Lerch (actor)
• Anna Schudt (actress)
• Annamirl Bierbichler (actress)
• Barbara de Koy (actress)
• Dorothee Hartinger (actress)
• Ann Poppel (costume designer)
• Tshamano Sebe (actor)
• Bettina Mittendorfer (actress)
• Nicole Ernst (actress)
• Franz Baumgartner (actor)

Genres

Ab nach Tibet! (1994)

Actors

• Herbert Achternbusch (writer)
• Herbert Achternbusch (actor)
• Herbert Achternbusch (director)
• Micki Joanni (editor)
• Dagmar Sachse (actress)
• Christian Lerch (actor)
• Anna Schudt (actress)
• Annamirl Bierbichler (actress)
• Barbara de Koy (actress)
• Dorothee Hartinger (actress)
• Ann Poppel (costume designer)
• Tshamano Sebe (actor)
• Bettina Mittendorfer (actress)
• Nicole Ernst (actress)
• Franz Baumgartner (actor)

Genres

Ab nach Tibet! (1994)

Actors

• Herbert Achternbusch (writer)
• Herbert Achternbusch (actor)
• Herbert Achternbusch (director)
• Micki Joanni (editor)
• Dagmar Sachse (actress)
• Christian Lerch (actor)
• Anna Schudt (actress)
• Annamirl Bierbichler (actress)
• Barbara de Koy (actress)
• Dorothee Hartinger (actress)
• Ann Poppel (costume designer)
• Tshamano Sebe (actor)
• Bettina Mittendorfer (actress)
• Nicole Ernst (actress)
• Franz Baumgartner (actor)

Genres

Ab nach Tibet! (1994)

Actors

• Herbert Achternbusch (writer)
• Herbert Achternbusch (actor)
• Herbert Achternbusch (director)
• Micki Joanni (editor)
• Dagmar Sachse (actress)
• Christian Lerch (actor)
• Anna Schudt (actress)
• Annamirl Bierbichler (actress)
• Barbara de Koy (actress)
• Dorothee Hartinger (actress)
• Ann Poppel (costume designer)
• Tshamano Sebe (actor)
• Bettina Mittendorfer (actress)
• Nicole Ernst (actress)
• Franz Baumgartner (actor)

Genres

The Lunatic (1991)

Actors

• Paul M. Heller (producer)
• Michael London (actor)
• Michael London (miscellaneous crew)
• Chris Blackwell (producer)
• Carl Bradshaw (actor)
• Julie T. Wallace (actress)
• Paul Campbell (actor)
• Lol Creme (director)
• Dan Genetti (producer)
• Lloyd Reckord (actor)
• Matthew Binns (producer)
• Wally Badarou (composer)
• Kathy Zebrowski-Heller (producer)
• Winston Stona (actor)
• Tony Hendriks (actor)

Genres

• Comedy

Strange Holiday (1970)

Actors

• Jules Verne (writer)
• Mark Lee (actor)
• Carmen Duncan (actress)
• Gerald Turney-Smith (editor)
• Nigel Lovell (actor)
• Tommy Tycho (composer)
• Ben Gabriel (actor)
• Mende Brown (director)
• Mende Brown (producer)
• Ross Williams (actor)
• Don McNiven (actor)
• Larry Crane (actor)
• Goff Vockler (actor)
• Mark Healey (actor)
• Tony Allen (actor)

Genres

• Adventure
• Family

Matching books:

Ballads of a Cheechako

Rhymes of a Red Cross Man

Rhymes of a Rolling Stone

Songs of a Sourdough

Ballads of a Bohemian

The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses

With the World's Great Travellers, Volume 4

The Trail of '98: A Northland Romance

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• SERVICE - The Fall
• SERVICE - Dougie D
• SERVICE - Silver Sun
• SERVICE - Mike Zoot
• SERVICE - Dilated Peoples

Why do you have a cloud in your eye?
Walked downstairs
Got my hat and my corny brown leather jacket
Streets were grey and clean for a change
Must have been the rain
Thought transference
And this man in digs with me would spit out
two or three teeth a night on the floor
Winter is here, unlike yourself
Cold, pulled my shirt up
Service
Kicked the leaves
Learning about time,
Time of the vulperines
Time of the wolverines
They sit rotting, the leaves
Kick the brown branches, it is here
I came home and found I could say the word ";entrepreneur";
and my problem began
Service
(Every man wants to be what he is not.)
At my feet, one who laughs at anything.
And at my head, one that laughs at nothing
And I'm just in-between
This day's portion
Service
(You would not like it if you knew it)
(Why you have tears in your eyes from infotainment?)
Winter is here
I've got a witch on my left shoulder
My future's here
Now I will kick the broken branches
They're this day's portion of this day's portion
Didn't want to wake up and learn,
I've learnt the word 'entrepreneur";
Wandered around, found out,
Didn't want to say the word, roll it around in your mouth
Every man jack wants to be what he is not.
Service.
Little boys are taking over
They mumble through the grass
There are not fit to be in the company of vulperines and wolverines
Too many heads knocking about.
Service.
This day's portion, this day's portion.
Why do you have a cloud in your eye from infotainment?

[Dougie D]
Open reveal, and put it in
Don't be acting all scary, gotta make it your friend
What, you need to get acquainted before you begin
Shit you can talk to it, or rubbing it in
While your head go up and down, I'm massaging your neck
While your head go up and down, you massaging my dick
This is a feeling, ain't a nigga forget
Girl you sucking so good, your pussy oughtta be wet
You doing it like a big ooh, I knew you was a superfreak
Dougie get you hot and erotic, up in the sheets
Make it in your back, until you fall over and sleep
And wake up to another bottle of Cris, and coedine
Oh yeah, you digging the style of a playa
This here is big pimping baby, I am so fly they can't fade me
Getting served, on the freeway doing eighty
S-E-R-V-I-C-E
It's mandatory, when a chick is fucking with me
Cause I be, one hundred percent G
And I love, when you put your mouth up on me
Cause and that tongue you feel the effect, and freak in ya bones
All you gotta do is pick up the phone, and you call
But before I fuck it you gotta suck it, you know I'm tal'n bout
Cause that's the way, that it's going down
[Hook x2: Russell Lee]
Can a nigga get some service, that's what I want
So won't you do it for me, (yeah-yeah-yeah)
You ain't gotta act like you nervous, no need to be
Cause you a superfreak, (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Can a nigga, get some service
[Dougie D]
Do you mind if I, trouble you
Just for a precious moment, of your time or two
We could slide in the whip, riding rendezvous
Whatever you wanna do, girl it's all cool
I ain't even finna lie, I admire your lips
And not to mention, I'm feeling your frame and your hips
I'm wondering, if you could kiss it for daddy
And give me some service, that I'ma never forget
Feeling me yet yes, a G I be
It's not gonna make me think of you less, baby
All you doing, is relieving my stress baby
Who dick better to kiss, than mine baby
It melts in your mouth girl, not in your hand
How many licks will it take, for you to understand
One lick-two lick-three licks, flash
All in your face, girl there it is
Don't be tripping, acting like you don't get down with that
Cause I know that you's a freak, and Dougie gon bring it out
Ain't no need, for you to be nervous
Ma don't be scurred, just go on serve me
But you get, what you ask for sometime
Well in this case, I just guess I deserve it
So fuck it, I'ma put my order in
And go ahead, and let the god damn service begin
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
The girl, is a superfreak
Especially, when she be on the Extasy
Can't get enough, of touching and hugging on me
Can't get enough, of sucking and fucking the D
Girl look I love it, when you kiss right there
Girl look I love it, when you lick right there
Let me rub my fingers, all through your pretty hair
Suck it like a lolli-pop, on a stick at the fair
You will do it if you care, yeah you know that I want you too
Go on ahead and do, what the daddy say do
Just like a star, burst the juice is loose
Wherever you want to go, it's all on you
Girl, it's cool if you freak with me
But all a nigga really want, is H-E-A-D
Like Eddie, make you put your mouth on me
TLC, to my M-E-A-T
Blow into my microphone, in correspondence to the beat
Yeah I love it when you do it, when I think of it as skeet
Looking at the top of your head, as you bob and you weave
Shit I just can't get enough, of the freak that you be
That's the D definitely, fa sho baby
Can a nigga get some service, now lady
The lips like a glove and it fit, perfect on me
Now go on, and begin the service baby

Holes in the ground
They're just circles if they weren't
They could be square
If only they weren't round
And March is only a month within days
(chorus)
And the in's go in and the out's just go
And how can you be, can yu be so cold
The in's go in and the out's just go
We built a fountain, it's to wash our children in
If sand gets wet, I am not sure
If it gets darker or was it lighter before
And yes or no Wendy try not to think
(repeat chorus)
And March is only a month with days
But really it comprises a bunch of funny letters
Assorted to spell H-A-R-E-M

(Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Very special...
(Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...)
May I help you?
You need some new shit, I'm here to bless you
Got a style all my own, I'm nothing like the next crew
Good afternoon, now after me there will be none
No continue, no part two
For would be contenders easily saw through
Your value over there now how dare you
Attempt to even act or appear to
Service amplifiers with no fire
Quite frankly I'm offended at how you professed your perfection
But never meant to go on, now peoples let's address it
Exactly how many times you buy an album
That leaves you even somewhat pleased, far too seldom
Thank you, hey yo welcome, I'm just a real deal's fan
I keep no feelings inside, that's how I ride, you know who I am
Distinctly, Mike Zoot, in the no-name suit
And the boots, classic butter, ever item under 50-loot
My fashion statement is basement
Brooklyn night crew with the lyrics you get laced with
A tasteless displays, un-cool, I just can't see them used
Ain't got no soul in there, no technique, no flair
I sabatoge your whole savoir-faire, as we go there
Let's take you to the air, get this whole thing clear
Til one rhyme reappear
I be the winner by unanimous decision on the system
A sound boy killum
I'm the good scientist turned evil villain, just chillin'
If it sound good in the flow it'll start illing
With the service and the lyrics, yo...
(Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Straight service, cause uh...
(Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Like for example
The other night around twelve thirty, or done
It was me and son, playing Tekken part one on Sony Playstation
We doing the all night bid up in the crib
I whooping his ass with this Bruce Lee looking kid
I'm using patterns and codes, catching high-tech rep
On tournament mode, damn near broke son's neck
Then he hit the reset, but fuck those, it was time for that underground
So I turned off the Sony and turned up the sounds
And now I don't recall the DJ, but none the less I'm checking it
Cause the last time I listened yo he played my favorite record
If the beats and rhymes is hectic god respect it
But nothing else can be accepted in my hip hop
Suddenly, my jaw dropped
From two bars of a bassline, then some more scratching
Followed by guitars some pianos, oooh that's banging
I had to say to myself, then I said out loud
Simply because it was the bomb I took the tape off pause
Quickly came the hi-hat on the snare, well mixed
Build up all in the background, 8-oh-8 kicks
All falling on place with the near perfect timing
Then before I know it some stupid nigga start rhyming
So I'm listening, trying to ignore the style he's stealing
Fake bob my head, I can't lie, I can't feel him
Must this happen every time, what's the dealin?
Appealing to the mass, rapper's ass all revealing can't last
So please repause that grass, it's fuckin' up my vibes
And my tape deck, the speakers, as well as the cassette
My accent, on access so hear this well
Ain't no dis, ain't no beef, ain't no gas, ain't no gel
It's just the beat was kinda stink, but the rhymes I couldn't smell
For bigger nose, and I was diggin those too, til the rhyming on the song
Now get rid of those, you rap real wrong
So now I'm forced to turn you off and turn the Tekken back on
(Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Straight service in cause uh...
(Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Word up... Service.
(Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Mike Zoot, EZ Elpee, GuessWhyld (we need the Service)
My man Collossal in the house
Ninteenth, every time, every year
Straight service on first...

[Iriscience]
See I think a wack rapper needs to catch service
I think a wack DJ needs to be nervous
[Iriscience]
Yo my DJ's so nice he don't slice he severs
(Evidence: Bab's, forgive 'em)
{*DJ Babu scratchs "never"*}
[Iriscience]
See I think a wack rapper needs to catch service
I think a wack DJ needs to be nervous
[Iriscience]
Payin good money, the fans don't deserve this
Choppin up your skills, your potential is worthless
[Evidence]
I go to...any extreme for you to hear it
I find my best quotes make bumper stickers with our lyrics
Sell my slogan, boom box and spill my toxic vibrations
And echos...of metro...stations
I've placed in flow enhancements
Tomorrow your big parade, tonight we're rain dancin
My DJ's on the cut, my DJ made a beat
My DJ's name is Babu, don't provoke in self defeat
[Iriscience]
Yo I remember the days, these cats battled for fame
For equipment and paint, for the honor and name
But since me and hip hop is just one and the same
I be huggin the track
(Evidence: But who's conducting the train?)
*BABU*
His style's serrated to rip wax
It's a fact this cat's more felt than slip mats
Swinging the axe, choppin down the best acts
1200 Technics, the Shure's and Vestax
05 Pro, world wide then live show
Dilated Junkie makes the rookies drive slow
The stage prop DJ has run outa luck
Super Duper Duck Breaks, no fuckit just (duck?)
[Iriscience]
See I think a wack rapper needs to catch service
I think a wack DJ needs to be nervous
[Evidence]
Yo my DJ's so nice he don't slice he severs
(Evidence: Bab's, forgiv 'em)
{*DJ Babu scratchs "never"*}
[Iriscience]
See I think a wack rapper needs to catch service
I think a wack DJ needs to be nervous
Payin good money, the fans don't deserve this
Choppin up your skills, your potential is worthless
{*DJ Babu scratches*}
[Iriscience]
Babu, drop the obelisk on this
{*DJ Babu scratches "checkitout" *}
"DJ Babu, Beat Junkies, Dilated Peoples..."