Hardy, Bert Filmography

• Korea: The Unknown War
  1988, role: actor , character name: Picture Post photographer

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Bright Red - Laurie Anderson
• Pretty Dirty - Every Time I Die
• Bright Red - Butterfly Boucher
• B.reith - B.reith
• Breathe - Tryad

Did she fall or was she pushed? Your shirt on my chair Your shirt on my chair I'll be with you. I'll be there. I'll never leave you Your shirt on my chair. Come here little girl. Get into the car. It's a brand new Cadillac. Bright red. Your words in my ears. I'll be with you. I'll be there. I'll never leave you. Wild beasts shall rest there And owls shall answer one another there And the hairy ones shall dance there And sirens in the temples of pleasure. Your shirt on my chair. I'll be with you. I'll be there. I'll never leave you. Your shirt on my chair.

The great American mischief has muted our hearts
And our rhythms are met
With the inharmonious grunts of electric guitars
It's all but too much
So nobody out there believes the obscene are reprieved
Everybody get fed up
My baby better get high
'Cause, I got something that I need to confess
The dead men talking are longing
For so much more than simply the obvious
Cut us off
We're suffering, hysterical
Lighting the flare from the foot of her bed
I've been begging you for less mercy than this
But the only thing you need to know
Is that you never wanted to know
Take it off, take it back
Or take cover because we're nearing a nerve
Dead is wasted on the patient
So make haste and head for the wake
Now the hornets inhabit the hearts
We've abandoned, we are the gone
Cast aside our clothes like funeral roses
And dance straight through the psalm
I was right all along
I'm dead in the water, don't come for me
I was once alive in the desert?s eyes
On the day it wed the sea
I drew a chalk outline around your city
I hushed the sobs in your halls
But we both know that it's killer
Baby, he'll outrun them all
There is so much shame
In how little we've gained for so long
Now the sky is falling
And you're just repeating everything I say
You're not listening close enough, it's a catastrophe
You have not been concentrating
Pay attention there will be an exam
Build an ark, build an ark
Come bring us back to the ruin
Drifting out of our heads
Taped off the sky above your city
Dusted for prints on the chapel wall
But we all know that it's killer

You know that feeling
Bright red and seizing
Every word that you said
(Did you mean it
Did you mean it all?)
There it goes to my head
(You be careful
It's contagious, boy)
But it feels so good
It's just wires
Smoke and mirrors and flowers
Help! And throw me a rope
I think I'm drowning
Shallow people
Help! I think I'm falling, falling again
You know that feeling
Bright red and seizing
When you'd like to be seen
(Did you see her?
Did you see her hair?)
Would you like to told
(You look gorgeous, simply gorgeous)
We like to be heard
(Did you hear her? Did she say something charming?)
Help! And throw me a rope
I think I'm drowning
Help! I think I'm falling, falling again
Breathe in
Breathe out
And sigh
And sigh
Help! And throw me a rope
I think I'm drowning (drowning)
Face down
Help! Oh, help
No more falling for tall tales again
Still falling for shallow people
Help! Help!
I think I'm falling again
You know the feeling

They're knockin' on my door, telling me they want more:
Hold on, hold on.
They're bangin' on my window, telling me it's been too long:
Hold on, yea.
They're knockin' on my door, telling me they want more.
They said they're looking for somethin' new,
I gotcha. Give me 6 months, and I'll hook you up proper.
Something hotter than the biggie who shot you.
Watch out, I boiled it up like lobsters.
They get impatient, like waiting at the doctor's
Office, craving good music like oxy-
Gen, but please understand, I'm trying to break out of this box I'm in.
I'm not stopping 'til I get to ten,
It's gotta be flame when that paper hits my pen.
Forget hits, I ain't worried if it hits a trend,
We start a new one, watch them stop listening.
Yea, but 'til then, I got people that are ready,
Knockin' on my door, saying "Hurry up already! "
It takes time, so here's the appetizer,
To whet your appetite, bon appetit!
They're knockin' on my door, telling me they want more:
Hold on (wait, I'm not ready yet), hold on (no, I'm not ready yet).
They're bangin' on my window, telling me it's been too long:
(Wait, I'm not ready yet) Hold on (no, I'm not ready yet).
They're knockin' on my door, telling me they want more:
Hold on.
Yea, it's the return of the hold up,
I've never been promoted, how could I blow up.
I come from a place where they call pop soda,
Starts with an "m", and it's not Minnesota,
Moved to the south where it gets less colder.
And record labels tell you it's all about quotas;
Well, my vote is that we all take notice of the
Fact that nobody knows what to do.
Oh, but a few people in my corner said keep pushing,
People out there want more, and they're looking
For good music, well, let me get them cookin'.
I even got attention out of Brooklyn,
But that didn't pan out like mono.
Haven't found what I'm looking for like Bono,
Put on my tom like Alyssa Milano,
Hit these high notes like sopranos.
They're knockin' on my door, telling me they want more:
Hold on (wait, I'm not ready yet), hold on (no, I'm not ready yet).
They're bangin' on my window, telling me it's been too long:
(Wait, I'm not ready yet) Hold on (no, I'm not ready yet).
They're knockin' on my door, telling me they want more.
I know what it feels like,
To be on that shelf, like
Everybody's passing you by, by.
I keep wishing they would notice,
But it seems so hopeless,
No matter how hard you try!
This world will try to shake you,
Mold you and then break you,
They ain't worried 'bout your soul, soul.
Lock that door and bolt it,
Tell them to move on, cause
What we've got is worth waiting for!
They're knockin' on my door, telling me they want more:
Hold on, hold on.
They're bangin' on my window, telling me it's been too long:
(Wait, I'm not ready yet) Hold on (no, I'm not ready yet).
They're knockin' on my door, telling me they want more:
Hold on (wait, I'm not ready yet), hold on (no, I'm not ready yet).
They're bangin' on my window, telling me it's been too long:
(Wait, I'm not ready yet) Hold on (no, I'm not ready yet).

All I wonder
Is this all the
All I wonder
Is this all
There's a place
Deep down inside
Where I breathe
I can see into the sea
All I wonder
Is this all I see
There's only [?]
(All I wonder) As I wonder (Is this all the)
Will you wait for me? (All I wonder)
I struggle to breathe (Is this all the)
(All I wonder) As I wonder (Is this all the)
Will you wait for me? (All I wonder)
I struggle to breathe (Is this all the)
As I cast aside old doubt
To the waves
I float away to sea
As I breathe
As I breathe
(All I wonder) As I wonder (Is this all the)
Will you wait for me? (All I wonder)
I struggle to breathe (Is this all the)
Woah, I struggle to breathe (to breathe)
I struggle to breathe
Will you be there for me
I struggle
I struggle to breathe
(All I wonder) As I wonder (Is this all the)
Will you wait for me? (All I wonder)
I struggle to breathe (Is this all the)