Rule, Jane Filmography

• Little Sister's vs. Big Brother
  2002, role: actress , character name: Herself - Writer
• Fiction and Other Truths: A Film About Jane Rule
  1995, role: actress , character name: Herself
• Desert Hearts
  1985, role: writer

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Johnny Ryall - Beastie Boys
• General - Dispatch
• General - Culcha Candela
• General - Ini Kamoze

Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch
Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four
'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Living on borrowed time and borrowed money
Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny
Hand me down food and hand me down clothes
A rockabilly past of which nobody knows
Makes his home all over the place
He goes to sleep by falling down on his face
Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless
Sometimes drunk and he's always phoneless
Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box
He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks
Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall
He drinks where he lies
He's covered with flies
He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes
Go upstate and get your head together
Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather
Detox at the flop house no booze allowed
Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd
Memphis is where he's from
He lives in the street but he's no bum
A rockabilly star from the days of old
He used to have teeth all filled with gold
A platinum voice but only gold records
On the bass was boots on the drums was checkers
Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar
Johnny Ryall
Who do you think you are
Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall
Donald Trump Donald Tramp living in the Men's Shelter
Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter
He asks for a dollar you know what it's for
Bottle after bottle he'll always need more
He's no less important than you working class stiffs
Drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss
Paid his dues playing the blues
He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes
Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army
That's right y'all his name is
Johnny

there was a decorated general with
a heart of gold, that likened him to
all the stories he told
of past battles, won and lost, and
legends of old a seasoned veteran in
his own time
on the battlefield, he gained
respectful fame with many metals
of bravery and stripes to his name
he grew a beard as soon as he could
to cover the scars on his face
and always urged his men on
but on the eve of a great battle
with the infantry in dream
the old general tossed in his sleep
and wrestled with its meaning
he awoke from the night
just to tell what he had seen
and walked slowly out of his tent
all the men held tall with their
chests in the air, with courage in
their blood and a fire in their stare
it was a grey morning and they all
wondered how they would fare
till the old general told them to go home
I have seen the others
and I have discovered
that this fight is not worth fighting
I have seen their mothers
and I will no other
to follow me where I'm going
Take a shower, shine your shoes
you got no time to lose
you are young men you must be living
go now you are forgiven
but the men stood fast with their
guns on their shoulders not knowing
what to do with the contradicting orders
the general said he would do his own
duty bout would not extend it not further
the men could go as they pleased
not a man moved, their eyes glazed
straight ahead till one by one they
stepped back and not a word was said
and the old general was left with his
own words echoing in his head
he then prepared to fight

(Chorus)
Let me be your general
Let me love you protect and serve you
I´m not being cynical
No more fighting cause we stand strong
(Larsito)
Let me be your tank
I´m gonna show off my armour
No more drama much more than a friend
Can´t nobody harm you
I´m gonna always defend you
(Bridge)
When it´s cold
I put my arms around you
Let my love surround you
And when we grow old
I still have your back even under attack
(Chorus)
Let me be your general
Let me love you protect and serve you
I´m not being cynical
No more fighting cause we stand strong
(Itchy)
Girl ich will dein General sein
Chef deiner Division, Offizier und Gentelman
Boss in deinem Bataillon
Ein ganz heißes Geschoss, nich entschärft
Du bist es wert, ich lauf Patrouille um dein Herz
Wer dich sieht
Muss vor deiner Schönheit salutieren
Ich werd nie kapitulieren
Tausend Meilen mit dir marschieren
Vergiss die Blindgänger, du bist viel zu explosiv
Ich geb dir Deckung im Stellungskrieg
(Bridge)
When it´s cold
I put my arms around you
Let my love surround you
And when we grow old
I still have your back even under attack
(Chorus)
Let me be your general
Chef deiner Division
I´m not being cynical
No more fighting cause we stand strong
Let me be your general
Boss in deinem Batallion
I´m not being cynical
No more fighting cause we stand strong
(Mr Reedoo)
You never get done on the battlefield
Protected by my shield
Love is the only way
To stop the gun from barking all day
See the sun rising
Like day and night our love will stay
Girl I´m gonna fight for you
By any means necessary
All rivals get burried
Me close an x-file for you
And no mission too tough to be on
Me want you to know
(Chorus)
Let me be your general
Chef deiner Division
I´m not being cynical
No more fighting cause we stand strong
Let me be your general
Boss in deinem Batallion
I´m not being cynical
No more fighting cause we stand strong
Let me be your general

General, General
When we go fe chant, we drop it crucial
We reggae general, eh, heh
We no victimize, we don't partial, do you love that?
Gather Africans, we reasonin' a thing
Tribal love weh we want it
Since you can't blow breath you shouldn't take life
Do you love that, Lord, Lord?
Look around you and what do y'all see?
Mighty people rockin' graciously
If you hurt one, you hurt yourself too
You must love one 'cause they're just like you
When we go fe chant, we drop it crucial
We reggae general
We no victimize, we don't partial, do you love that?
Gather Africans, mek we reason dis ya thing
Right, better than the might
The hypocritical Babylonian thing
Do you love that, Lord, Lord?
Listen keenly and what do y'all hear, yea?
Words, sounds, sets your mind in fear
Ain't this a good reason, removin' prison?
This is Operation Roots and Culture, Lord
When we go fe chant, we drop it crucial
We reggae general, eh, heh
We no victimize, we don't partial, do you love that?
Gather Africans, we reasonin' a thing
Tribal love weh we want it
Since you can't blow breath, you shouldn't take life
Do you love that, Lord, Lord, Lord?
Look around you and what do y'all see, yea?
Mighty people rockin' graciously
If you hurt one, you hurt yourself too, yea
You must love one 'cause they're just like you
When we go fe chant, we drop it crucial
We reggae general, eh heh
We no victimize, we don't partial, do you love that?
Gather Africans, we reasonin' a thing
Right, better than the might
The hypocritical Babylonian thing
Do you love that?
When we go fe chant, we drop it crucial
We reggae general, eh heh