Dino Manelli is a fictional character in the Marvel Comics Universe. His first appearance was in Sgt. Fury and his Howling Commandos vol. 1 #1.
Before the war, Dino Manelli was a charismatic actor who was fluent in German and Italian. Manelli was a member of the original Howling Commandos and fought alongside the team during World War II. He was briefly replaced by Eric Koenig when he was sent on a special mission, which was helping to organize another team known as the Deadly Dozen.[volume & issue needed] He later returned to the Howlers but was briefly off-duty when he was wounded.[volume & issue needed] After the war, he continuted acting and when he rejoins the Howlers for a one off assignment during the Vietnam War he has his own television show (as Dean Martin did at the time). He later assisted S.H.I.E.L.D. following the Deltite Affair.[volume & issue needed]
Gino Vannelli (born June 16, 1952) is an Italian-Canadian singer, songwriter, musician and composer.
Born in Montreal, Quebec, Vannelli is one of three sons (Joe, Gino, and Ross) born to Russ and Delia Vannelli. Russ, his father, was a big band musician. As a child, Gino's greatest passion was music, and he began playing percussion at an early age. By the age of 15, Gino began writing songs. Just out of high school, he signed his first recording contract with RCA under the pseudonym Vann Elli, but went on to study music at McGill University.
After a stint in New York City, Vannelli and his brothers went to Los Angeles, California in a financially distraught and desperate state to wait outside trumpeter Herb Alpert's locked gate for an audition. Alpert was Vannelli's last hope prior to heading back to Montreal the next day. Alpert liked what he heard and two days later signed Vannelli with A&M Records, releasing his first album in 1973. Vannelli's brother, Joe, served as arranger and keyboardist for most of his recording career. At a time when polyphonic synthesizers were non-existent, Joe overdubbed multiple parts to create a texture of sound that was progressive for the early 1970s.[citation needed]
Frank Donald Goodish (June 18, 1946 – July 17, 1988) was an American professional wrestler who earned his greatest fame under the name Bruiser Brody. Goodish was an All-State football and basketball player at Warren High School, Michigan, and played football at West Texas A&M University (then known as West Texas State). As a wrestler, he helped innovate the "brawling" style and was infamous for his wild and legitimately uncooperative demeanor.
Brody competed as a freelancer in several companies including the National Wrestling Alliance, Central States Wrestling, World Wide Wrestling Federation, Southwest Championship Wrestling, Windy City Wrestling, Texas All Star Wrestling, World Wrestling Council, Deep South Wrestling, Championship Wrestling from Florida, American Wrestling Association, and World Class Championship Wrestling. In the States, he had numerous feuds with the likes of Kamala the Ugandan Giant, Abdullah the Butcher, and Jerry Blackwell. In Japan, he was in a tag team with Stan Hansen. Brody had a reputation for refusing to job to other wrestlers. He also competed under the moniker of Red River Jack in Texas, during an angle against Gary Hart's men and Skandor Akbar's Army in World Class Championship Wrestling. Brody also competed as the Masked Marauder for one time in the AWA.
Al Perez (born July 23, 1960) is a retired American professional wrestler.
Perez began wrestling as an amateur in high school and was one of the top athletes in his home state of Florida. He started professional wrestling in 1982.
He formed a team in ICW with Joe Savoldi known as the "New York Rockers". Al Perez worked for the World Wrestling Council in Puerto Rico were he feuded with Invader l. Perez went on to make a name for himself as "The Latin Heartthrob" in World Class Championship Wrestling in 1987, where he was the top heel for several months. He was managed by Gary Hart and feuded with Kevin Von Erich, Kerry Von Erich and Dingo Warrior. In 1988, Perez moved to the National Wrestling Alliance's Jim Crockett Promotions with Hart and teamed with Larry Zbyszko along with feuding with Nikita Koloff and Dusty Rhodes. In 1989 he wrestled in Championship Wrestling from Florida, and he lost the FCW Heavyweight Championship to Dustin Runnels. In September 1990, Perez competed as the Black Scorpion, wrestling Sting in a losing effort at Clash of Champions XII. According to Ric Flair, Perez was always meant to be the Black Scorpion but quit after finding out he was going to lose. This doesn't seem to fit with the fact that Perez did compete and lose at COCXII.
Carlo Francesco Pollarolo (c. 1653 – 7 February 1723) was an Italian composer, chiefly of operas. Born into a musical family, he became the cathedral organist of his home town of Brescia. In the 1680s he began composing operas for performance in nearby Venice. He wrote a total of 85 of them as well as 13 oratorios. His operatic style is noted for its development of arias accompanied by the orchestra and it shows some influence from the contemporary French opera of Jean-Baptiste Lully.
I must be such a bore, you've got one eye on me, one eye fixed on the door
You can't resist its pull, so go ahead and bow to the inevitable
I still get my say, I've spent all day writing on your wall in a back-stab slash-cut scrawl, says, this ain't my number, and baby, don't call
And don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest?
Well baby, don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed?
Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whore
Don't just stand around, if you're giving up then you're going down
There's the plank, here's a tip - keep a hold of your valuables when jumping ship
This is your reward, but where the party's at is overboard, and you're hunched and teetering on your heels, wondering how good drowning feels
Well, don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest?
Well baby, don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed?
Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whore
You don't even try, oh look, something's caught your eye
And I bet you feel a shiver in your spine 'cause it's got to be gold, baby, if it shines
And I got no line, I got no hook
And it ain't mine, that bait you took
I know your kind, and I know that look
One part divine, and two parts crook
Well, don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest?
Well baby, don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed?
Welcome, Sweet Sweet
Always thought you were born to lead.
Baby don't like it, when baby don't win.
You got a pair of right shoes,
But I got brand new skin.
(Chorus)
Oooh, oh,
Somethings 'gotta change,
Hitting like a bullet between the eyes at close-range.
Fired by the ghost of John Wayne on T.V.
Ran straight from that hip and straight out, into me.
I can tackle being an asshole,
So you'll just have to be a dick.
And I think it might be catching,
And I don't want to get sick.
You know it's terminal,
It's not just like some habit you can kick.
But well, oh, Ladies and Gentlemen,
For my next trick..
(Chorus)
Now you can't fool yourself along,
Like you can see the sky.
When it's other woman whiteness goes and overwhelms the eye.
You scrammed into the distance, tried to make sense.
But no matter where you look, it's always somewhere else.
And a...
I must be such a bore, you've got one eye on me, one eye fixed on the door
You can't resist its pull, so go ahead and bow to the inevitable
I still get my say, I've spent all day writing on your wall in a back-stab slash-cut scrawl, says, this ain't my number, and baby, don't call
And don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest?
Well baby, don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed?
Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whore
Don't just stand around, if you're giving up then you're going down
There's the plank, here's a tip - keep a hold of your valuables when jumping ship
This is your reward, but where the party's at is overboard, and you're hunched and teetering on your heels, wondering how good drowning feels
Well, don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest?
Well baby, don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed?
Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whore
You don't even try, oh look, something's caught your eye
And I bet you feel a shiver in your spine 'cause it's got to be gold, baby, if it shines
And I got no line, I got no hook
And it ain't mine, that bait you took
I know your kind, and I know that look
One part divine, and two parts crook
Well, don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest?
Well baby, don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed?