Posts by Dennis Martin6

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With a tiny little mustache
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You get how they roll?
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In the basement of the rectory
Father Riley's a fairy
But it don't bother Mary
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At the CYO
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You get how they roll?
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Nothing else comes close
How do they roll after the show?
All the way
(That's right, all the way!)
That's the way they roll
Every single day
(That's right!)
And their moms never have a clue
Hip-Hip-Hooray
For all that class they show
There's nothing like an American girl
At the CYO
When they learn to blow
They're learning to blow
All those guys!
Warren Cuccurullo
Those guys!
Kinda Young, kinda wow!
Those guys!
Vinnie Colaiuta . . .
Where'd they end up?
Did they all take The Vow?
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Carmenit Scarfon
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Hey! She gave me VD!
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Toni Carbone
With a tongue like a cow
She could make you go wow!
VD Vowdy vootie
Right away
That's the way they roll
Every day
Whenever their moms take them to a show
Matinee
Pass the popcorn please
There's nothing like an American girl
With her hand in the box
When she's on her knees
She was on her knees
My little American girl
Chorus:
In a little white dress
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They never confess
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I got one for a cousin
I love how they roll
So send me a dozen
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OOOOOOH!
(Well well now)
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(Ma-ma-mum ma-ma-mum)
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OOOOOOH!
(Well well now)
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(Ma-ma-mum ma-ma-ma-ma-mum)
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Joe had a girlfriend named Mary.
They used to meet up at the local hangout.
Hold hands
And think Pure Thoughts
But one night, at the local hangout meeting...

😍😍😍

Steven Newman50 said:For some reason, my votes aren't even registering 😁

You're done, Amanda.
Spill it—which user were you sucking up to, and why'd you have to be such a total jerk about it? ☕

redbear12 said:It sounds like some early ensemble or indigenous music from before Europeans even hit South America.

That’s colonizer sound, plain and simple—not indigenous. 😁

third ear band 1970

Cheb Khaled - what do you guys think?

Penguin Cafe Orchestra - In a Sydney Motel

From our whole crew
For a double suicide
I'm picking the palm
Patterned over that fancy Hawaiian shirt

Haustor – ’60-’65

I really want to buy a house
Over on 27a Maple Avenue, units 2 and 7
Once spring hits in late March or April
I'll drag my chair out onto the porch

A wooden one, dark lacquer, with a back and a seat dip
The kind you still see hanging around
In old offices or small-town town halls
When spring finally rolls in this March or April
I'm taking that chair out to the veranda

Faust - Jennifer

Jennifer, your red hair is on fire
Your head is full of yellow jokes

Tama - It might be the train

The fact that I'm not even here right now
Nobody knows about it
And I kind of want to let you know quietly
While I wait for you

Look, it's almost time
That hour when kids who failed physics
Are basically walking
Through thin air

In the evening, the train goes clack-clack along
Underneath the twilight sky
We were born as these
Bodyless children

The fact that I'm not even here right now
Nobody knows about it
And I kind of want to let you know quietly
While I wait for you
See, in that lonely plaza
It's like kids who never learned math
Are letting sand
Spill right out of their ears

The train rattles past the kitchen

Peering into other people's homes
We were born as these
Bodyless children

In the evening, the train goes clack-clack along
Underneath the twilight sky
We were born as these
Bodyless children

Honestly, this might be my worst week yet for suggestions—and who the hell decides on three winners?! 😁

But hey, maybe I’ll finally sit through that absolute snooze-fest 'Daydream Nation' from start to finish for once. ☕

Harold Fowler3 said:So what about directors defining entire decades? That’s a way tougher call—directors churn out way fewer flicks compared to actors who are popping up in everything for ten years straight.

piece of cake😁

10s - Méliès
20s - Lang
30s - Hawks (?)
40s - Welles
50s - Kurosawa (or Hitchcock)
60s - Kubrick
70s - Herzog
80s - Lynch (or Ruiz)
90s - Wong (or Kore-eda)
00s - Weerasethakul
10s - Lee Chang-dong (?)

Kim Jung Mi - Now (1973)

Nicolas Jaar - Telas (2020)

Mercury Rev - Downs are feminine balloons

Music from The Penguin cafe - Penguin Cafe Orchestra (1976)

album

Butthole Surfers - Strangers Die Everyday

azalia snail - fumarole rising (1994)

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Top two:





Absolute bottom tier:

1. The Invisible Man
2. Antebellum

Two total letdowns:

1. Never Rarely Sometimes Always
2. The Hunt

Two I didn't even finish:

1. Black Bear
2. Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains

Daniel Schmidt and the Berkeley Gamelan - and the darkest hour is just before dawn

The design is killer, obviously—classic vibes with those static characters you see in old-school French comics. 😁That little time-travel twist near the end adds some layers to the plot, making things a bit more complex, but even without it, the whole thing is charming and a blast. It’s not quite hitting that *Star Wars* level of epicness though—it feels more geared toward kids and teens.

imdb

Seven-year-old Piel follows his adventurer dad while they're scouting out this weird-as-hell planet called Lost. Things go south fast, and the dad ends up dumping him in some dreamlike forest—leaving him with this egg that lets him talk to the environment, provided there’s another matching egg nearby. The catch? Piel is way too young to wrap his head around the abstract nonsense this whole situation requires.



René Laloux was born in Paris back in 1929. After art school, he was such a standout talent he snagged a scholarship for painting. Once he finished, he got stuck grinding in the commercial sector—which he didn't give a damn about—but he survived by cranking out quick graphic designs for ads. He became kind of obsessed with how basic consumer impulses worked through his posters, which led him to study psychology. Eventually, he landed a gig at a psych ward as an art therapist. He noticed most patients experienced art way beyond the frame—they’d scribble all over it and project their own stuff onto it—and that gave him the idea to practice animation techniques using these mentally fractured clients. He eventually linked up with Paul Grimault’s animation studio and, while working at the asylum, produced the animated film The Teeth of the Monkey (1960)—with a script actually written by the most extreme cases from the very institution that was paying his bills to let him pursue this hobby. After Roland Topor saw the film—one of the guys behind the Panic movement, a close buddy of Alejandro Jodorowsky, and a total fanatic for tapping into the minds of the mentally ill—Laloux was hooked for life on animating the raw, unhinged side of the human psyche. He teamed up with Topor for the hit The Savage Planet (1973) and a few shorts before basically disappearing by the late '70s, totally burnt out from spending so much time in mental hospitals. His final projects were done with Jean Giraud, the legendary American comic artist known as Moebius, focusing on wild interpretations of alternate origins and parallel worlds—mostly pulled from the more radical works of Isaac Asimov. Laloux passed away from a heart attack in 2004 in some isolated village, totally alone, forgotten, and detached from reality after years of being out of the game. (Source: KKS)

You can find a version with English dubbing on YouTube here:

goldenhound32 said:even if filmmakers from Iran are just as heavy hitters, these two aren't really cutting from the same cloth.

Are you kidding me? Long takes, hyperrealism, political undertones, meta layers—all that stuff. Iranian directors were basically PhD holders in that style thirty years ago. 😁

Music from Saharan Cellphones 1 and 2 (2011)