alter ego quiz

Magic in the Water is a family-friendly film released in 1995. The film revolves around a young boy, his sister, and their father who go on a summer vacation to a lake in Canada. While there, they encounter a mythical creature known as Orky, who is believed to live in the lake. The film trailer showcases the magical elements and adventure that ensues as the family tries to uncover the truth about this mysterious creature. **Magic in the Water** combines elements of fantasy, adventure, and family dynamics to create a heartwarming and entertaining story. With stunning visuals and a captivating storyline, the film promises to transport audiences into a world of magic and wonder.

We are fifteen years apart.

The elevator dings, and they awkwardly step in, their fingers touch on the rooftop button Don t jump little boy, don t jump off that roof, you ve got your whole life ahead of you you re still in your youth, I d give anything to have skin like you. i got a brother, Blake, he s four years older than me n i guess he always will be yeah he s clever and he s got a cool girlfriend hey Hayley aw but wait, now that they re engaged soooooo i hope they have kids so i can be a cool aunty.

With stunning visuals and a captivating storyline, the film promises to transport audiences into a world of magic and wonder. Alongside the magical elements, the film also explores themes of family, belief, and the power of imagination, making it a compelling watch for audiences of all ages. The trailer effectively conveys the excitement and mystery of the film, leaving viewers intrigued and eager to see how the story unfolds.

You are here fascinated by the spell of the current moment

I feel stupid, I feel useless, I feel insane
I feel toothless, man you’re ruthless, oh…yeah
i go to Loving Hut, i get my hair cut, i feel the same
i feel putrid, i’m getting used to it, these days

you said, “it’s only in your head
they’re probably thinking
the same thing”

i’m bleeding, you’re leaving, i feel strange
you been distant, you seem different than yesterday
everybody hurts, everybody breaks, n everybody fades

we’re gonna tell everyone it’s ok
we’re gonna tell everyone it’s ok

you said, “it’s only in your head
they’re probably thinking
the same thing”

How To Boil An Egg

All my clothes in milk crates, I don't sleep for days.

Wait until the letter's red until my bills get paid.

Aw tell me, tell me, tell me, when's it gonna change?

Every morning I feel more useless than before.

Trying hard to see the point in anything at all.

Aw I've been trying, I've been trying really hard.

Pull yourself together.

Pick myself apart.

Nothing lasts for never so be still my bleeding heart.

Aw I've been dreaming, dreaming of a brand new start.

You have a great abundance of axes there to grind.

Remember some people have real problems next time you whine.

Oh hang the washing, hang the washing on the line.

Yeah I've been trying, I've been trying really hard.

Aw tell me, tell me, tell me when's it gonna change.

Let It Go

What time do you usually wake up?
Depends on what time I sleep
Technicolour rainbow horror
Sweet dreams

Keep on rolling on the impulse
Ignore backstage lethargy and
All those obligations lost in
Reverie

You've gotta let it go
Before it takes you over
Eastern standard open G
Transpacific malady and
Calm is more conducive to the
Remedy

Speckled sunlight on my freckles
Salty water curls my hair
Run the race at your own pace
You'll get there

What comes first - the chorus or the verse?
I'm a bit blocked at the moment
They say the more you learn the less that
You know

You've gotta let it go
Before it takes you over
You've gotta let it go
Before it takes you over
You've gotta let it go
Before it takes you over
You've gotta let it go
Before it takes you over

On Script

On script every night
Like a well-rehearsed stage show
Wet your lips, it won't take long
To break this old behavior

Wings clipped, no need to fly
What, do you think that you're special?
No reflex, it's just a bend of the elbow
I know it's getting old

Nondescript, every night
Like a well-versed get well card
Barely dressed, and I just might
Take you up on your offer, yeah

Pickles From The Jar

I say dance, you say dance.

I say France, you say France.

You’re from Adelaide, I’m from Hobart.

I say Hugh, you say Grant.

I say pot, you say plant.

You’re from Adelaide, I’m from Hobart.

We couldn’t be more contrary if we tried.

Oh, chalk and cheese, we rarely see eye to eye.

I am dumb, you are smart.

We are fifteen years apart.

You’re from Adelaide, I’m from Mars.

I say ooh, you say aah.

I am careful, you like scars.

I like pickles from the jar.

We couldn’t be more contrary if we tried.

Oh, chalk and cheese, we rarely see eye to eye.

I say You, you say Am I.

You like mornings, I like nights.

I’ll love you till the day I die.

You say Christopher, I say Walken.

You love, I love Christopher Walken.

I guess at least we have got one thing in common.

Small Talk

do you have any siblings?
i got a brother, Blake, he’s four years older than me
(n i guess he always will be)
yeah he’s clever and he’s got a cool girlfriend (hey Hayley)
aw but wait, now that they’re engaged soooooo
i hope they have kids so i can be a cool aunty

i’m waiting here for you
i’m waiting here for you
what’d you think of the ultimate ending?
i fast forward, get busy pretending that i’ve seen everything.
can i get you anything? a soda? Campari? with lemon? you got it.
i got better things to do than shave my legs, my pits, oh yeh..

i’m waiting here for you
i’m waiting here for you

i’m looking ‘cross the room n hoping that you’re lookin too..
do you have any siblings?
you got a sister yeh she’s a detective,
well i bet she’s got some good stories.
i gotta go but i hope we can keep in touch
i like very much being here with you
but you see, all this small talk is killin’ me

i’m waiting here for you
i’m waiting here for you
i’m looking ‘cross the room n hoping that you’re lookin too.. etc

Three Packs A Day

I'm down to three packs a day of Mi Goreng I can't explain it.

Can't wait for you to go away cos i just crave that meagre taste yeah.

Boil it up, water in the saucepan.

In a cup, drink it from a silver spoon.

That MSG tastes good to me, i disagree with all your warnings.

And it can't be true that they use glue to keep the noodles stuck together.

Two minutes seems like a life-time.

Burn my tongue, patience is a virtue.

I'm down to three packs a day,

I sneak away to find a kettle.

I withdraw from all my friends and their dinner plans, I'm sick of lentils.

Boil it up, water in the saucepan.

In a cup, drink it from a silver spoon.

It's no good, it's no good, you say it's no good for you.

Elevator Operator

Oliver Paul, twenty years old, thick head of hair worries he’s going bald.

Wakes up at a quarter past nine, fare evades his way down the 96 tram line.

Breakfast on the run again, he’s well aware he’s dropping soy linseed Vegemite crumbs everywhere.

Feeling sick at the sight of his computer he dodges his way through the Swanston commuters.

Rips off his tie, hands it to a homeless man, sleeping in the corner of a Metro bus stand.

He screams “I’m not going to work today! Gonna count the minutes that the trains run late. Sit on the grass building pyramids out of Coke cans.”

Headphone wielding to the Nicholas Building, he trips on a pothole that’s not been filled in.

He waits for an elevator, 1 to 9, a lady walks in and waits by his side.

Her heels are high and her bag is snakeskin.

Hair pulled so tight you can see her skeleton.

Vickers perfume on her breath, a tortoise-shell necklace between her breasts.

She looks him up and down with a Botox frown, he’s well used to that look by now.

The elevator dings, and they awkwardly step in, their fingers touch on the rooftop button… “Don’t jump little boy, don’t jump off that roof, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you you’re still in your youth, I’d give anything to have skin like you!”

He said, “I think you’re projecting, the way that you’re feeling, I’m not suicidal just idling insignificantly. I come up here, for perception and clarity, I like to imagine I’m playing Sim City. All the people look like ants from up here, and the wind’s the only traffic you can hear”

He said, “All I ever wanted to be was an Elevator Operator can you help me please?!” . “Don’t jump little boy, don’t jump off that roof, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you you’re still in your youth, I’d give anything to have skin like you!"

Hopefulessness

Yknow what they say
No one’s born to hate
We learn it somewhere along the way.

Take your broken heart
Turn it into art
Can’t take it with you, can’t take it with you

(I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna know)

Empty bottle blues
Sleepin’ different rooms
Hardly a maverick
Lesser than average

Your vulnerability is stronger than it seems
Yknow it’s okay to have a bad day

(I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna know)

Just get this one done, then you can move along
Can’t take it with you, can’t take it with you
Yknow what they say, no one’s born to hate
Getting louder now, getting louder now

Out Of The Woodwork

I was busy underwater seeing how long I could hold my breath.

A drowning flower caught my eye and I had to come on up for air.

Just because you’re older than me, doesn’t mean you have to be so condescending.

I still see the same things that you see, I’m a little shady on my history.

I am normally pretty forgiving but only if you are.

I noticed you stopped talking to me, now you’re talking to me all the time.

Do you know you’re no good at listening?

But you’re really good at saying everything on your mind.

It must be tiring trying so hard, to look like you’re not really trying at all.

I guess if you’re afraid of aiming too high, then you’re not really gonna have too far to fall.

I am normally pretty forgiving but only if you are.

Climb aboard the wagon when it comes on through.

Jump up on your horse and tell me how’s the view.

Look over my shoulder when I talk to you.

Where’s the more important person in the room?

Rae Street

In the morning I’m slow. I drag a chair over to the window. And I watch what’s going on. A garbage truck tiptoes along the road. Light a candle for the suffering. Send my best wishes with the wind. All our candles, hopes n prayers, though well-meaning they don’t mean a thing, unless we see some change. I might change my sheets today.

Well time is money and money is no man’s friend. And all eyes on the pavement, I’m not gonna touch ya don’t worry so much about it.

The day begins to shine. The parent teaches the child how to ride the bike wobbles side to side. Two dogs entangle, everybody smiles. The pair across the street; one’s up the ladder and one’s on their knees, painting the faded brick. What’s the point, it looks fine from up here.

Well time is money and money is no man’s friend. And all eyes on the pavement, I’m not gonna touch ya don’t worry so much about it. I’m just waiting for the day to become night.

Next door the kids run amok. The mother screams “don’t you ever shut-up?” And there’s one thing I know; the sun will rise today and tomorrow. We got a long, long way to go.

Well time is money and money is no man’s friend. And all eyes on the pavement, I’m not gonna touch ya don’t worry so much about it. I’m just waiting for the day to become night.

Shine those shoes n mow those lawns, let’s get back to normal. Lay it all on the table, you seem so stable, but you’re just hanging on. Let go that expectation, change the station, find out what out what you want.

Pedestrian At Best

I love you I hate you I’m on the fence it all depends whether I’m up I’m down I’m on the mend transcending all reality.

I like you despise you admire you what are we gonna do when everything all falls through?

I must confess I’ve made a mess of what should be a small success but I digress at least I’ve tried my very best I guess.

This that the other why even bother, it won’t be with me on my death bed, but I’ll still be in your head.

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you.

Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you.

Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey.

I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.

My internal monologue is saturated analogue, It’s scratched and drifting, I’ve become attached to the idea it’s all a shifting dream bitter sweet philosophy, I’ve got no idea how I even got here.

I’m resentful I’m having an existential time crisis, what bliss, daylight savings won’t fix this mess.

Underworked and oversexed I must express my disinterest, the rats are back inside my head what would Freud have said?

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you.

Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you.

Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey.

I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.

I wanna wash out my head with turpentine and cyanide, I dislike this internal diatribe when I try to catch your eye I hate seeing you crying in the kitchen I don’t know why it affects me like this when you’re not even mine to consider.

I’m hardly sanctimonious.

Dirty clothes, I suppose, we all outgrow ourselves.

I’m a fake, I’m a phoney, I’m awake, I’m alone, I’m homely, I’m a Scorpio.

Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you.

Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you.

Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey.

I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.

City Looks Pretty

The city looks pretty when you been indoors
For 23 days I’ve ignored all your phone calls.
Everyone’s waiting when you get back home
They don’t know where you been, why you gone so long.
Friends treat you like a stranger and
Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well
Spare a thought for the ones that came before
All in a daze bending backwards to reach your goal.

Sometimes I get sad
It’s not all that bad
One day, maybe never
I’ll come around

The city takes pity on your injured soul
N heavenly prose ain’t enough good to fill that hole.
Everyone’s soaked in animosity
It’s vicious in winter, you never say what you mean.
Friends treat you like a stranger and
Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well.
Wakin’ up to another dismal day
You got a ways to go, you oughta be grateful.

Sometimes I get mad
It’s not half as bad
Pull yourself together
N just calm down

I’ll be what you want oh when you want it
But I’ll never be what you need
And the city looks pretty from where I’m standing…

Don't Apply Compression Gently

Tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re thinking about.

Tell me when you’re finished maybe I’ll come around.

Had enough to bring me all the way to the ground, I don’t have to tell you what I’m thinking about.

You have made your bed, I know better than to sleep in it.

Better off dead than the hell that will become of it.

You have hurt my head but I’m not denying that I did not bring it on myself.

I take pieces of myself from everyone around me.

I’m not individual enough for you.

I replicate the people I admire but at least I’m not bitter and sad.

I may not be 100% happy but at least I’m not with you.

Sunfair Sundown

Oh what a day, and congrats on the keys to your place. You’ve escaped the rat race as they say. Now you’re settling in for the stay anyway you got a blank slate to renovate.

Take it all. Yeah you reap what you sow and so it goes. What you put in the ground comes around when you don’t even know what you’re missing at all.

In a daze I can picture you whittling away, with such care with such patience and grace. And I smile when you say that you’ll build me a table one day well, I’d be so grateful.

Sometimes it’s hard, getting lost you say is a fine art. Put the map down and follow the stars. Shall we leave? Are you sure? Let me grab my bag we can sneak out through the side door.

In the dark, are you scared, did you hear those dogs bark? n do you ever wonder what sets you apart? Shine the torch on the path, darling please don’t let go of my arm.

When you sleep, are you warm, can you feel my cold feet? Are you good, are you making ends meet? At the end of the day, you’re awake with your thoughts and I don’t want you to be alone, and I don’t want you to be alone, yeah I don’t want you to be alone, and I don’t want you to be alone.

An Illustration Of Loneliness (Sleepless In New York)

Sometimes I Sit and Think, and Sometimes I Just Sit – 3. An Illustration Of Loneliness (Sleepless In New York)

I lay awake at four, staring at the wall, counting all the cracks backwards in my best French.

Reminds me of a book I skim read in a surgery, all about palmistry I wonder what’s in store for me.

I pretend the plaster is the skin on my palms and the cracks are representative of what is going on.

I lose a breath, my love line seems entwined with death (could be a spider web)…I’m thinking of you too.

I lay awake at three, staring at the ceiling.

It’s a kind of off-white, maybe it’s a cream.

There’s oily residue seeping from the kitchen, it’s art-deco-necromantic-chic all the dinner plates are kitsch with Irish wolf-hounds, French baguettes wrapped loose around their necks, I think I’m hungry…I’m thinking of you too.

I’m thinking of you too. I’m thinking of you too. I’m thinking of you.

Wondering what you’re doing, what you’re listening to, which quarter of the moon you’re viewing from the bedroom.

Watching all the movies, drinking all the smoothies, swimming at the pool…I’m thinking of you too.

I’m thinking of you too.

I’m thinking of you too.

I’m thinking of you too.

I’m thinking of you too.

Boil it up, water in the saucepan.

Overall, **Magic in the Water** promises to be a delightful and enchanting cinematic experience that will resonate with both children and adults alike..

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