Monday, December 6, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
80's Movies: Legend
Tom Cruise in the good ol days!
Ya think he regrets this one?
CREEPY ass trailer... the movie tho, is not.
Movie Info Here
Ya think he regrets this one?
CREEPY ass trailer... the movie tho, is not.
Movie Info Here
Monday, November 15, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Carolina Drama
Yet another great song from The Raconteurs
I'm not sure if there's a point to this story
But I'm going to tell it again
So many other people try to tell the tale
Not one of them knows the end
It was a junk-house in South Carolina
Held a boy the age of ten
Along with his older brother Billy
And a mother and her boyfriend
Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos
That were given to him when he was young
And a drunk temper that was easy to lose
And thank god he didn't own a gun
Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck
Took a minute to open his eyes
He took a peep into the back of the house
And found himself a big surprise
He didn't see his brother but there was his mother
With her red-headed head in her hands
While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest
Trying to choke the man
Ah Ah Ahhh...
Billy looked up from the window to the truck
Threw up, and had to struggle to stand
He saw that red-necked bastard with a hammer
Turn the priest into a shell of a man
The priest was putting up the fight of his life
But he was old and he was bound to lose
The boyfriend hit as hard as he could
And knocked the priest right down to his shoes
Well, now Billy knew but never actually met
The preacher lying there in the room
He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy"
Then he knew what he was gonna do
Billy got up enough courage, took it up
And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find
It was a cold, glass bottle of milk
That got delivered every morning at nine
Ah Ah Ahhh...
Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and
He turned around and put the lock on the door
He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye
His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then
He took a step toward the man on the ground
From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound
He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!"
And Billy said, "Not till I know what this is all about"
"Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama"
But Billy knew just who was starting the drama
So Billy took dead aim at his face
And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and
The white milk dripped down with the blood, and the
Boyfriend fell down dead for good
Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air
And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?"
His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and
Pulled out an envelope filled with money
"Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears
"He's been paying all the bills for years"
"Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees
and put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee"
Just then, his little brother came in
Holding the milk man's hat and a bottle of gin singing,
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la, la la la...
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la, la la la...
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
Well now you heard another side to the story
But you wanna know how it ends?
If you must know, the truth about the tale
Go and ask the milkman
I'm not sure if there's a point to this story
But I'm going to tell it again
So many other people try to tell the tale
Not one of them knows the end
It was a junk-house in South Carolina
Held a boy the age of ten
Along with his older brother Billy
And a mother and her boyfriend
Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos
That were given to him when he was young
And a drunk temper that was easy to lose
And thank god he didn't own a gun
Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck
Took a minute to open his eyes
He took a peep into the back of the house
And found himself a big surprise
He didn't see his brother but there was his mother
With her red-headed head in her hands
While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest
Trying to choke the man
Ah Ah Ahhh...
Billy looked up from the window to the truck
Threw up, and had to struggle to stand
He saw that red-necked bastard with a hammer
Turn the priest into a shell of a man
The priest was putting up the fight of his life
But he was old and he was bound to lose
The boyfriend hit as hard as he could
And knocked the priest right down to his shoes
Well, now Billy knew but never actually met
The preacher lying there in the room
He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy"
Then he knew what he was gonna do
Billy got up enough courage, took it up
And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find
It was a cold, glass bottle of milk
That got delivered every morning at nine
Ah Ah Ahhh...
Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and
He turned around and put the lock on the door
He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye
His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then
He took a step toward the man on the ground
From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound
He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!"
And Billy said, "Not till I know what this is all about"
"Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama"
But Billy knew just who was starting the drama
So Billy took dead aim at his face
And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and
The white milk dripped down with the blood, and the
Boyfriend fell down dead for good
Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air
And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?"
His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and
Pulled out an envelope filled with money
"Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears
"He's been paying all the bills for years"
"Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees
and put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee"
Just then, his little brother came in
Holding the milk man's hat and a bottle of gin singing,
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la, la la la...
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la, la la la...
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
Well now you heard another side to the story
But you wanna know how it ends?
If you must know, the truth about the tale
Go and ask the milkman
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
90's Movies: Pump Up the Volume
Oh boy I can't even begin to count the many times I watched this movie. Christian Slater is such a hottie, and the "speak up your mind" air of the movie was just... drawing to me. Did I mention how HAWT Christian Slater is???
"Hard Harry"? Simply DELISH!
Description: "Teenage angst finds a new voice in this drama. By day, Mark Hunter (Christian Slater) is a quiet, studious student at an ordinary suburban high school in Arizona. But at night, Mark creeps down into his basement, fires up his pirate radio transmitter, and broadcasts to the community as Hard Harry, a sexually obsessed social commentator who passes along angry philosophy about the state of teenage life when not blasting punk rock or gangsta rap cuts. Hard Harry's sworn nemesis is high school principal Mrs. Cresswood (Annie Ross), who keeps SAT scores up at the expense of her students' dignity and individuality by eliminating "troublemakers" from the student body. Hard Harry's broadcasts, however, have become a rallying point for the school's misfit underclass, and Mrs. Cresswood is determined to track down the mystery student and bring him to justice. More serious and intelligent than the average teen film, Pump Up the Volume was written and directed by Allan Moyle." - Source
Read more HERE.
Own it HERE or HERE.
"Hard Harry"? Simply DELISH!
Description: "Teenage angst finds a new voice in this drama. By day, Mark Hunter (Christian Slater) is a quiet, studious student at an ordinary suburban high school in Arizona. But at night, Mark creeps down into his basement, fires up his pirate radio transmitter, and broadcasts to the community as Hard Harry, a sexually obsessed social commentator who passes along angry philosophy about the state of teenage life when not blasting punk rock or gangsta rap cuts. Hard Harry's sworn nemesis is high school principal Mrs. Cresswood (Annie Ross), who keeps SAT scores up at the expense of her students' dignity and individuality by eliminating "troublemakers" from the student body. Hard Harry's broadcasts, however, have become a rallying point for the school's misfit underclass, and Mrs. Cresswood is determined to track down the mystery student and bring him to justice. More serious and intelligent than the average teen film, Pump Up the Volume was written and directed by Allan Moyle." - Source
Read more HERE.
Own it HERE or HERE.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
80's Movies: Cant't Buy Me Love
Donald.... Ronald... McDonald, LOL.
Yes my dear friends... That's our very own McDreamy!
Movie Info: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092718/
Yes my dear friends... That's our very own McDreamy!
Movie Info: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092718/
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
La Ley: El Duelo
Love this song!
Con una lagrima de fe sobre tu piel
olvide la grieta que dejo tu amor
pero ese instinto taurino de tu ser
me obligo a azotarte tiernamente
Sin dolor no te haces feliz
sin dolor no te haces feliz
sin amor...
no sufres mas
Toda esa noche provocaste ver en mi
lo que a nadie muestro en la intimidad
pero ese tipo de mirada que hay en ti
me obligo a matarte lentamente
Sin dolor no te haces feliz
sin dolor no te haces feliz
sin amor... lentamente
Sin dolor no te haces feliz
sin dolor no te haces feliz
sin amor
no sufres mas
Con una lagrima de fe sobre tu piel
olvide la grieta que dejo tu amor
pero ese instinto taurino de tu ser
me obligo a azotarte tiernamente
Sin dolor no te haces feliz
sin dolor no te haces feliz
sin amor...
no sufres mas
Toda esa noche provocaste ver en mi
lo que a nadie muestro en la intimidad
pero ese tipo de mirada que hay en ti
me obligo a matarte lentamente
Sin dolor no te haces feliz
sin dolor no te haces feliz
sin amor... lentamente
Sin dolor no te haces feliz
sin dolor no te haces feliz
sin amor
no sufres mas
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