One Froggy Evening
- Singin' in the froggy rain.
Life is often quite funny, ...until you have heard the joke many times over.
- The beat of spirit.
October, by Sergei Eisenstein
Shouting Is hurting your ears more than more than more than Giving up. Shooting Is hurting your legs less than less than less than...
Swinging the Lambeth Walk
- Optical swing night.
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The Band Concert
- The gang in mood.
Light! Sound! Lightning! Thunder! Boom like rang! Ring like a bomb! Man swings his hand! Mouse sways his tail! Gang is in mood- Pang is in wood- Bang is in #*#!
The Music Box
- The short cut of the century.
"What do you want to order?" "Piano." "How many?" "Piano." "How would you like it delivered?" "Piano." "What time would be best for the delivery?" "Piano." "How would you like it tuned?" "Piano." Piano, def: piano, low amount, softly, early, slowly.
- Picturing an uninterrupted silence.
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Joseph Barbera, William Hanna
- The eternal duet.
Amadeus, by Milos Forman
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By Night with Torch and Spear
- When light has an insomnia.
Blood is running, As if gold is melting, When night is shouting. Skin is frozen, Like snow is fallen, Where silence is broken. Uphill, The wind is arousing. Downhill, The rain is drowsing. All - till the dawn is striken.
The Sinking of the Lusitania
- Animated News.
Tora! Tora! Tora!, by Richard Fleischer
Right ON! Says the captain. We are DONE. There is no need to curl up the curtain, and no lead to fire the burden, Only one thing is certain, That the future is sunken. Where to GO? From WHERE? There isn't much left for anything to happen.
The Four Troublesome Heads
(Un homme de tête)
- Yes, it's 19th century.
It is ten in the morning, Your mother-in-law is coming. Rush to the cabinet, scrambling for the right head, forthcoming. One at your doctor, One at your lawyer, One at your employer, Only the bald one left, staring. So what? You figure, Let her have it, you are out sailing.