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126,
04:56,
2008-02-02 09:45:00
Description: We come upon a long dusty road and a fearsome looking Knight looks like it's time for the final battle!
WHAT! YOUR MY FATHER!?!? BUT I THOUGHT THEY WERE KILLED HOW COULD THIS BE...
Oh (More) We come upon a long dusty road and a fearsome looking Knight looks like it's time for the final battle!
WHAT! YOUR MY FATHER!?!? BUT I THOUGHT THEY WERE KILLED HOW COULD THIS BE...
Oh someone took my kill again...Damnit
WAIT WHAT!?!?
Your my sister I MUST HEAR YOUR STORY...Oh alright I'll fastforward so the age rating doesn't go up and the game doesn't become No More Heroes Forever (tee hee)
"You are my half brother. You know that manga called Miyuki the japanese one? Well it's like that.
Your father abandoned my mother to run off with your mother. It broke her heart beyond repair, she killed herself knowing I had nowhere to go he took advantage of me.
Ever since I can remember he molested me. We lived in this rotten apartment and I was his slave.
Every day I cursed his soul, I swore I would kill him one day. But cursing didn't change anything. Thats when I decided to become a killer.
With no money to pay for training I paid with my body.
But to you I bet that son of a bitch looked like a hard working family man.
That was all an act. He didn't give two shit about cleaning up my life.
So I decided to clean it up myself thats why i do what I do and I got what I wanted killing him infront of your very eyes."
...Err wow that is quite something..
YOUR MY SISTER!?
I'm sorry it has to end this way Jeane having to kill my own sister... (Less) Channel: youtube
21,
04:56,
2008-04-21 21:29:51
Description: We come upon a long dusty road and a fearsome looking Knight looks like it's time for the final battle! WHAT! YOUR MY FATHER!?!? BUT I THOUGHT THEY WERE KILLED HOW COULD THIS BE... Oh someone (More) We come upon a long dusty road and a fearsome looking Knight looks like it's time for the final battle! WHAT! YOUR MY FATHER!?!? BUT I THOUGHT THEY WERE KILLED HOW COULD THIS BE... Oh someone took my kill again...Damnit WAIT WHAT!?!? Your my sister I MUST HEAR YOUR STORY...Oh alright I'll fastforward so the age rating doesn't go up and the game doesn't become No More Heroes Forever (tee hee) "You are my half brother. You know that manga called Miyuki the japanese one? Well it's like that. Your father abandoned my mother to run off with your mother. It broke her heart beyond repair, she killed herself knowing I had nowhere to go he took advantage of me. Ever since I can remember he molested me. We lived in this rotten apartment and I was his slave. Every day I cursed his soul, I swore I would kill him one day. But cursing didn't change anything. Thats when I decided to become a killer. With no money to pay for training I paid with my body. But to you I bet that son of a bitch looked like a hard working family man. That was all an act. He didn't give two shit about cleaning up my life. So I decided to clean it up myself thats why i do what I do and I got what I wanted killing him infront of your very eyes." ...Err wow that is quite something.. YOUR MY SISTER!? I'm sorry it has to end this way Jeane having to kill my own sister... (Less) Channel: youtube
39,
03:34,
2008-04-22 10:42:33
Description: I want you all to love sad sick people. About PADRE ENGO At the end of every World Age a Dark Shamanic Warrior (Mahdi) dances with his primeval ancestors in the 4 Winds of Fate and purifies the entire (More) I want you all to love sad sick people. About PADRE ENGO At the end of every World Age a Dark Shamanic Warrior (Mahdi) dances with his primeval ancestors in the 4 Winds of Fate and purifies the entire planet with astral fire and brimstone. This black messianic mission belongs to only one very brave and creative soul. His name is Padre Engo the Last Divine Messenger. He is the Moorish magus and Palo Mayombe high priest who chooses at this time to wear the mask of a musician. Like Robert Johnson and Jimi Hendrix, Padre Engo is a gifted Voodoo Child from the other side of the Kalunga Line. He is the voice of the modern Bantu Outlaw and student of Dark Moorish Science and 21st Century Black Nationalism. Like the dreaded leaders of the Haitian Bizango and Makaya Cults, Padre Engo plots spiritual and cultural revolution with the help of the Darkside. His music is a very potent wanga. This digital voodoo spell has the power to lift the Veils of Nature and raise millions of Black and Latino zombies from the stupors of the alluring West. Padre revives with experimental music and film all the infernal rules and rituals practiced by the militant African and Native American animists that opposed oppression in the so-called New World. His hypnotic dance music spans the entire African diaspora with the underlying spirit of the Palo Kongo Mystery Religion that came about as a result of enslaved Black Portuguese exiles (Andalusian Black Jews and Black Muslims) from Central Africa seeking refuge in the Black Moorish communities that existed in all parts of the Western Hemisphere 900 hundred years before the trans-Atlantic slave trade. Bringing forth a torrential rain of words, Padre Engo calls on fire, water, earth and sky to help him deliver his apocalyptic message and curse the Christian West. This is music that was made to spread a particular current of thought. Padre Engo is the Prophet of New Black Medieval Era, a sacred cycle of time that coincides with what the West African mystics of ancient Mexico described in their shamanic traditions and myths as the New World Age that begins in 2012. The pre-Columbian Moorish and Black Indian Spirit Actions that animate Padre Engo's Cuadro Espiritual have shown him aspects of the world after 2012. Like the West African griots and gifted blues singers of old time, Padre's musical sermons are a record of the past, present, and future. Only small group of people will be in a position to really appreciate his revolutionary message because what is about to be heard is something that is without a doubt way ahead of its time. Nevertheless, many are destined to dance for decades to his interpretations of the Bantu-inspired musical tradition that has its roots firmly planted in the Black Moorish culture that existed on the islands of Cuba and Haiti long before the advent of the trans-Atlantic slave trade. Also, Padre Engo is a blend of many musical styles. He is Afro-beat, Latin rock, funk, dub, trip-hop, apocalyptic folk, blues and underground hip-hop and shake. Just try and imagine Ali Farka Toure, Robert Johnson, Bob Marley, Carlos Santana, Grace Jones, Peter Gabriel, Manu Chao, Dead Can Dance, Tricky and Current 93 all wrapped into one package. Padre is all these things and a lot more. His music is black magick. He came to make the Christian West dance while he cracks his Whip of Fire and Lightning bolts. His lyrics are imaginative along with the tracks. You not only dance to the music, but also meet the angry Indian Tribes that made diabolical pacts and treaties with the Changani Ntoto line of Santo Cristo Buen Viaje. Dead black Moorish Arawaks, Tainos, Aztecs and Cherokees possess the dance floor while you sweat. At the End of Time, this is the place where the living and the dead dance to the whip and the drum. Yamboaki Spirits are dancing and singing along with you as you indulge in these hot, funky spiritual grooves. You can go on Shamanic Journeys to the past and the future all at once. Instead of trying to take the Children of Kalunga Ndoki back to an Africa that no longer exist, this remarkable roots and culture singer heats up the tribal blood that flows across the Black Diaspora. Padre's congas, cowbells, shakers, funky basslines, Latin guitars and phantasmagoric lyrics help us channel while we dance the lost ancestral wisdom that lies dreaming in the heart of the Americas. (Less) Channel: youtube
42,
04:37,
2006-11-26 15:37:35
Description: "The Wayfaring Stranger," also known as "Poor Wayfaring Stranger," is a traditional folk song of unknown origin. There are many and varied opinions as to its origin. Some of the (More) "The Wayfaring Stranger," also known as "Poor Wayfaring Stranger," is a traditional folk song of unknown origin. There are many and varied opinions as to its origin. Some of the theories include Appalachian Folk, Old Irish, and Catskills Folk. One theory is that it originates from the Negro Spirituals and there was a deliberate concealment of the songs origins. The lyrics of negro spirituals were tightly linked with the lives of their authors: slaves. While work songs dealt only with their daily life, spirituals were inspired by the message of Jesus Christ and his Good News (Gospel) of the Bible, "You can be saved". They are different from hymns and psalms, because they were a way of sharing the hard condition of being a slave.
Many slaves in town and in plantations tried to run to a "free country", that they called "my home" or "Sweet Canaan, the Promised Land". This country was on the Northern side of Ohio River, that they called "Jordan". Some negro spirituals refer to the Underground Railroad, an organization for helping slaves to run away.
• I am a poor, wayfaring stranger -
•• Wayfaring: traveling especially on foot; "peripatetic country preachers"; "a poor wayfaring stranger"
• Wandering o'er this world of woe -
•• Matthew 18:7 "Woe to the world because of the things that cause people to sin! Such things must come, but woe to the man through whom they come!
• And there's no sickness, toil or danger -
•• John 11:4 When he heard this, Jesus said, "This sickness will not end in death. No, it is for God's glory so that God's Son may be glorified through it."
•• Ecclesiastes 2:189 I hated all the things I had toiled for under the sun, because I must leave them to the one who comes after me.
•• Acts 14:22 strengthening the disciples and encouraging them to remain true to the faith. "We must go through many hardships to enter the kingdom of God,"
• In that bright land to which I go -
•• James 1:17 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.
• I'm going home to see my father -
•• John 6:40 For my Father's will is that everyone who looks to the Son and believes in him shall have eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day."
• I'm going home, no more to roam
• I'm only going over Jordan -
•• Joshua 22:4 Now that the LORD your God has given your brothers rest as he promised, return to your homes in the land that Moses the servant of the LORD gave you on the other side of the Jordan.
• I'm only going over home
• I know dark clouds will gather round me
•• 2 Corinthians 12:10 That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong
• I know my way is rough and steep -
•• Psalm 16:11 You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand
• But beauteous fields lie just before me
• Where men redeemed their vigil's keep -
•• Exodus 12:42 Because the LORD kept vigil that night to bring them out of Egypt, on this night all the Israelites are to keep vigil to honor the LORD for the generations to come.
• I'm going home to see my mother
•• Mark 10:29-31 "I tell you the truth," Jesus replied, "no one who has left home or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or fields for me and the gospel will fail to receive a hundred times as much in this present age (homes, brothers, sisters, mothers, children and fields—and with them, persecutions) and in the age to come, eternal life. 31But many who are first will be last, and the last first."
• I'm going there, no more to roam
• I'm only going over Jordan -
•• Joshua 22:4 Now that the LORD your God has given your brothers rest as he promised, return to your homes in the land that Moses the servant of the LORD gave you on the other side of the Jordan.
• I'm only going over home
Wayfaring Stranger Selah lyrics
Artist: Selah
Album: Be Still My Soul
Year: 1999
Title: Wayfaring Stranger (Less) Channel: youtube
10,
05:52,
2008-04-22 09:07:50
Description: Vincent- for Tim Burton Vincent Malloy is seven years old, He's always polite and does what he's told. For a boy his age he's considerate and nice, But he wants to be just like (More) Vincent- for Tim Burton Vincent Malloy is seven years old, He's always polite and does what he's told. For a boy his age he's considerate and nice, But he wants to be just like Vincent Price. He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog and cat, Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats. There he could reflect on the horrors he's invented, And wander dark hallways alone and tormented. Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him, But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum. He likes to experiment on his dog Abacrombie, In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie. So he and his horrible zombie dog, Could go searching for victims in the London fog. His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime, He likes to paint and read to pass the time. While other kids read books like Go Jane Go, Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe. One night while reading a gruesome tale, He read a passage that made him turn pale. Such horrible news he could not survive, For his beautiful wife had been buried alive. He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead, Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed. His mother sent Vincent off to his room, He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom. Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life, Alone with a portrait of his beautiful wife. While alone and insane, encased in his tomb, Vincent's mother suddenly burst into the room. "If you want to you can go outside and play. It's sunny outside and a beautiful day." Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn't speak, The years of isolation had made him quite weak. So he took out some paper, and scrawled with a pen, "I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again." His mother said, "You're not possessed, and you're not almost dead. These games that you play are all in your head. You're not Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy. You're not tormented, you're just a young boy." "You're seven years old, and you're my son, I want you to get outside and have some real fun." Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall, While Vincent backed slowly against the wall. The room started to sway, to shiver and creak. His horrid insanity had reached its peak. He saw Abacrombie his zombie slave, And heard his wife call from beyond the grave. She spoke from her coffin, and made ghoulish demands. While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands. Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams, Swept his mad laugh to terrified screams. To escape the madness, he reached for the door, So he and his horrible zombie dog, But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor. His voice was soft and very slow, As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe, "And my soul from out that shadow floating on the floor, Shall be lifted --Nevermore!" Production Credits for 'Vincent' (1982) Distributed by Buena Vista Distributing Company Walt Disney Productions Present A Film by Tim Burton and Rick Heinrichs Narrated by Vincent Price Written, Designed and Directed by Tim Burton Produced by Rick Heinrichs Technical Director: Stephan Chiodo Director of Photography: Victor Abdalov Music: Ken Hinton Sculpture and Additional Design: Rick Heinrichs Animation: Stephen Chiodo With Gratitude to: Julie Hickson, Chris Roth, Dave Allen, Eric Brevig, Chas Smith, New Hollywood, Inc. (Less) Channel: youtube
8,
06:24,
2008-04-22 10:18:29
Description: El mejor corto de Tim Burton con la técnica del Stop motion. Acá les dejo la versión en Inglés: Vincent Vincent Malloy is seven years old /He's polite and always (More) El mejor corto de Tim Burton con la técnica del Stop motion. Acá les dejo la versión en Inglés: Vincent Vincent Malloy is seven years old /He's polite and always does as he's told / For a boy his age, he's considerate and nice /But he wants to be just like Vincent Price He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and cats / Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats /There he could reflect on the horrors he has invented / and wander dark hallways alone and tormented Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him /But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum / He likes to experiment on his dog Abocrombie / In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie /So that he and his horrible zombie dog / could go searching for victims in the London fog His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime /He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time / While other kids read books like "Go Jane Go" /Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allan Poe. One night while reading a gruesome tale / he read a passage that made him turn pale / Such horrible news he could not survive /For his beautiful wife had been buried alive He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead /Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed / His mother sent Vincent off to his room /He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom /where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life / alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife. While alone and insane incased in his doom / Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room She said, "If you want, you can go out and play /It's sunny outside and a beautiful day." Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak /the years of isolation had made him quite weak/ So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen: / "I'm possessed by this house and can never leave it again." His mother said, "You are NOT possessed and you are NOT almost dead /These games you play are all in your head /You are NOT Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy / You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy /You're seven years old, and you are my son / I want you to get outside and have some real fun." Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall /While Vincent backed slowly against the wall /The room started to sway, to shiver and creak /His horrored insanity had reached its peak /He saw Abocrombie, his zombie slave /and heard his wife call from beyond the grave She spoke through her coffin and made ghoulish demands /While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands /Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams / swept his mad laughter to terrified screams To escape the badness, he reached for the door /but fell limp and lifeless down on the floor / His voice was soft and very slow /As he quoted "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe: / "And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor / Shall be lifted...Nevermore." (Less) Channel: youtube
3,
05:53,
2009-01-28 19:48:29
Description: Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He's always polite and does what he's told
For a boy his age, he's considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price
He (More) Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He's always polite and does what he's told
For a boy his age, he's considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price
He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog and cats
Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he's invented
And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Could go searching for victims in the London fog
His thoughts, though, aren't only of ghoulish crimes
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
While other kids read books like Go, Jane, Go!
Vincent's favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe
One night, while reading a gruesome tale
He read a passage that made him turn pale
Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive!
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed
His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife
While alone and insane encased in his tomb
Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room
She said: "If you want to, you can go out and play
It's sunny outside, and a beautiful day"
Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn't speak
The years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
"I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again"
His mother said: "You're not possessed, and you're not almost dead
These games that you play are all in your head
You're not Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy
You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy
You're seven years old and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun.
"Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to swell, to shiver and creak
His horrid insanity had reached its peak
He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While, through cracking walls, reached skeleton hands
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams!
To escape the madness, he reached for the door
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor
His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe:
"and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted?
Nevermore..." (Less) Channel: youtube
2,
01:14,
2009-12-20 10:25:26
Description: My Daddy, the Devil, and Me is a harrowing true story that will turn everything you think you know about incest upside down. How can someone you trust and adore brainwash you and turn you into (More) My Daddy, the Devil, and Me is a harrowing true story that will turn everything you think you know about incest upside down. How can someone you trust and adore brainwash you and turn you into something you are not? Debra Davis thought she was Daddy's little girlâÂÂbut, at age 15, Daddy's little girl become Daddys lover and slave. Led by her father into a violent life of crime, she became a prostitute, drug addict, victim of physical abuse, and prison inmate. She nearly murdered her father one night but she never stopped loving him. This is anything but an ordinary autobiography. For 21 years, Debra Davis kept a dark and dirty secretâÂÂand then, at last, she broke free. You've never read anything like this book. Published by Xlibris. Available Nationwide, including Barnes and Noble...Amazon.com and directly from www.debraabrown-davis.com (Less) Channel: veoh
0,
08:53,
2009-07-20 02:09:25
Description: Terrorism is not without a solution. It can be brought to an end by means of the elimination of its ideological infrastructure. When the tolerance and peace commanded by God prevail on Earth, (More) Terrorism is not without a solution. It can be brought to an end by means of the elimination of its ideological infrastructure. When the tolerance and peace commanded by God prevail on Earth, terrorism will finally be consigned to the dark pages of history. (Less) Channel: youtube
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