Release
Release may refer to:
Film and television
Recorded music
Albums
Tag (game)
Tag (also known as it, tip you're it or tig [in regions of Britain], and many other names) is a playground game that involves one or more players chasing other players in an attempt to "tag" or touch them, usually with their hands. There are many variations; most forms have no teams, scores, or equipment. Usually when a person is tagged, the tagger says, "Tag, you're it".
Basic rules
A group of players (two or more) decide who is going to be "it", often using a counting-out game such as eeny, meeny, miny, moe. The player selected to be "it" then chases the others, attempting to get close enough to "tag" one of them (touching them with a hand) while the others try to escape. A tag makes the tagged player "it" - in some variations, the previous "it" is no longer "it" and the game can continue indefinitely while in others, both players remain "it" and the game ends when all players have become "it".
There are many variants which modify the rules for team play, or place restrictions on tagged players' behavior. A simple variation makes tag an elimination game, so those tagged drop out of play. Some variants have a rule preventing a player from tagging the person who has just tagged them (known as "no tags-back", "no returns", or "can't tag your master").
Release (film)
Release is a 2010 British film starring Daniel Brocklebank, Garry Summers, Bernie Hodges and Wayne Virgo. The film was written and directed by Darren Flaxstone and Christian Martin.
Plot
Father Jack Gillie (Daniel Brocklebank) enters prison a guilty man, convicted for a crime that sees the Church abandon him, his congregation desert him and his faith challenged. His fellow inmates believe he's been convicted of paedophilia and begin to plant the seed of doubt into the mind of his teenage cellmate; Rook (Wayne Virgo). After rescuing Rook from a beating Jack now becomes the inmates prey. Protection comes in the unlikely form of a prison officer, Martin (Garry Summers) with whom Jack falls in love and together they embark on a dangerous and illicit affair behind cell doors. As trust forms between the two men so Jack feels enabled to confess the truth behind the crime for which he has been imprisoned. Emboldened by Jack's honesty the two men plan their lives together post Jack's release.
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by: New RoyalesSlaughterhouse
Sex and drugs and dirty money
On the race to rule the world
You cut your teeth on fame and diamonds
Your time is up now, three, two, one
(One, one, one, one, one, one)
We number one
(One, one, one, one, one, one)
Yeah, yeah, we them Slaughterhouse rock stars
The pitch is black, we signin' every titty out
We goin' tit for tat, now can you picture that?
And how ironic is it that I'm ridin' 'round listenin' to Nickelback
I'm back, on a pill, I'm tryin' to have Rod Stewart cars
And Ozzy Osbourne motor skills
I'm tryin' to have a rich bitch like Paris Hilton
That like to get her ass smacked like Keri Hilson
Ha, ha, I'm the one, who you tryna be?
Nuttin' to hide, the Jimi covers up my Tommy Lee
The one, I stage dive to a pot of gold
I'm empty, nothin's inside me but rock 'n' roll
Sex and drugs and dirty money
On the race to rule the world
You cut your teeth on fame and diamonds
Your time is up now, three, two, one
(One, one, one, one, one, one)
We number one
(One, one, one, one, one, one)
Crooked's got a gun, I'm reckless with Led, Zeppelin instead
Let's get a keg, let's split a mescaline that messes wit'cha head
I'm sexin' a lez and her best friend in bed, I love these freak women
Somethin' in my denim need a Kiss, call it Gene Simmons
They wanna ban me like Marilyn Manson
For all the whores in my Baltimore, Maryland mansion
I'm the one who wants to Spear Britney
Give Pink some black, put it near her kidneys, here kitty
I'm the one who always cause an affair
So every time your bitch burp, you smell my balls in the air, yeah
Sex and drugs and dirty money
On the race to rule the world
You cut your teeth on fame and diamonds
Your time is up now, three, two, one
(One, one, one, one, one, one)
We number one
(One, one, one, one, one, one)
Yeah, yeah, see I'm a on-stage rock star, backstage porn star
Khloe on her Kar-dash, Kourtney on the OnStar
Zoe Kravitz stumblin' out the telly in a torn bra
They dribble on my balls in the whip, now that's a sports car
Dawg, you gotta see him when he drive by
Cockeyed, have all the Ladies goin' Gaga
Me? I'm more mellow, so I'm lookin' for a la la
You sure? I want a whore, a Gabor, a young Zsa Zsa
The one, a OutKast, I don't need to rock
So I could put my love below by her speaker box
The one Kate Perry try and kiss my wife
And gave me dome at Katie's Holme, baby, this the life
Sex and drugs and dirty money
On the race to rule the world
You cut your teeth on fame and diamonds
Your time is up now, three, two, one
(One, one, one, one, one, one)
We number one