Downstairs
Downstairs may refer to:
Downstairs (EP)
Downstairs is an EP by 311, which was recorded in Nick Hexum's basement in 1989, and is considered the band's first recording. It is an independent release without cover art. Almost nothing is known about this collectors item, and an original version of the EP is almost impossible to find. However, a copy of the EP can easily be found circulating in bootleg circles and tape trading communities. The Downstairs EP suffers from guitar so scratchy that the instrument produced an unintended grinding "ringing" sound so high-pitched that it distorted the sound of the tape upon recording. On this EP, "Right Now" is one of the songs most afflicted with the grinding, ringing guitar noise. Owners of original copies of the EP (not the bootleg version) report that the grinding, ringing guitar noise is in fact present on the original source material. This cassette is no longer sold anywhere.
In May 2010, 311 Fans re-released this cassette as a CD.
Track listing
Downstairs (film)
Downstairs is a 1932 American Pre-Code dramatic film. It stars John Gilbert as a charming but self-serving chauffeur who wreaks havoc on his new employer's household, romancing and fleecing the women on the staff, and blackmailing the employer's wife. Gilbert had written the story in 1928 for a proposed silent film that was never made.
Producer Irving Thalberg revived the project in 1932 as a special Gilbert production. The actor was so jubilant about the opportunity that he sold his original story to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer for $1.
Plot
The film opens with Baron Von Burgen's (Reginald Owen) head butler Albert (Paul Lukas) marrying the young maid, Anna (Virginia Bruce), on the Baron's Austrian estate. During the ceremony, chauffeur Karl Schneider (John Gilbert) arrives, and soon finds an old acquaintance - a former lover - Countess De Marnac (Hedda Hopper), who appears displeased with Karl mixing with her elite friends. That night, when Françoise (Lucien Littlefield), one of the butlers, gets too drunk too work, Albert is summoned to take over his shift. Anna, now unaccompanied, is visited by Karl, who wins over her sympathy by telling her about his unfortunate childhood.
Podcasts:
Downstairs
ALBUMS
- Oh Father released: 2008
DWNSTRS
ALBUMS
- Continuity Errors released: 2014
- Blackface Minstrel released: 2014
- Cerebral Drag released: 2013
- Ghost Memoir released: 2012
- Satanic Adventures of Hector released: 2011
- DWNSTRS released: 2009
- Oh Father released: 2008
Downstairs
ALBUMS
- Baleares Lounge, Volume 8 released: 2009
- Chill Latin Vibes: Cool Rhythm for Exclusive Players released: 2005
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by My First Earthquake
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by Mental Home
Downstairs
by: My First EarthquakeI swear I dreamed you up last week and when I found
your image tweaked
I said can't we just get along
An undone song tags along
Shoed in Keds, flees your head
Incomplete half-formed feet
Leaves your lips, leather nips
I swear I found you at my fingertips,
thinking this was something that shouldn't be wrong
Smiling strong, front tooth gone
Crooked grill, window sill
Holds a plant, baskets can't
Deemed unpure, fishing lure
I swear I thought we met before,
I heard a ring you knocked my door
And now I know which way to go, dear.
I swear we kissed at parties past.
You winked at me. I pinched your ass
And now I know which class you are, dear.
I think I dreamed my bedroom clean
But when I woke, the trash had teamed
I thought can't we just get along?
Run the seams, smile-sent beams
Light the way, trust no ray
Pay for paved, play it saved
Films get clipped, waiters tipped.
I think I found you using q-tips
thinking this was something that shouldn't be wrong
Fingers ring, words slurring
Real life twice, gambler's dice
Motor bikes, poor man's dyke
Anti-leak, parrot's beak.
I think I sinked three ships last week,
I burnt a bridge and climbed a peak
And now I know, how not to make friends
I think I called your girlfriend fat and stole a song
from Ratatat
And now I know what lawsuits feel like
[Chorus] Ain't nothing but a little bite of sugar
Can make these words go down
Ain't nothing but a little bite of sugar
Will make it sweet to taste this frown
I feel I dream I screwed the team
but when I woke, my cleats were clean
I thought, I did it just for the song
Clothes breed rips, babes from hips
Blamed too much, bought for touch
Bear-like back, sweaters lack
Threadbare kiss, part-time bliss.
I feel the kiss was the right dismiss
but there's always nothing you read straight wrong.
All done song, tags along
Not questioned, tests done run
Chorus tossed, lyrics lost
Comprehend, at the end.
I feel I've been a naughty friend
I robbed your coat and stole your pen
And now I know what karma writes like
I feel the sand beneath my toes
The hours pass, the tension grows
And now I know why day trips take long.
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