The Far Country (1954)

Actors

• Donald Kerr (actor)
• Ethan Laidlaw (actor)
• Frank Mills (actor)
• Eddie Parker (actor)
• James Stewart (actor)
• Harry Wilson (actor)
• Frank Skinner (composer)
• Chick Hannon (actor)
• Walter Brennan (actor)
• Henry Mancini (composer)
• Eddy Waller (actor)
• Paul Bryar (actor)
• Jack Tornek (actor)
• Cactus Mack (actor)
• Robert J. Wilke (actor)

Genres

• Romance
• Western

Taglines:

RENEE...the innocent...and the untamed...BEN...the gambler...and the loser...GANNON...the law...and the noose...RUBE...the friendless...and the afraid.
HE CHALLENGED THE GOLD-RICH GLORY THAT WAS THE YUKON! white with snow...scarlet with sin...yellow with the dust...that lured him on!
James Stewart
Memorable in "THE GLENN MILLER STORY" and "REAR WINDOW"... now...as the Stranger with a Gun, driven by restless longings, challenging the Klondike's snow and sin and greed, where gold was the lure and the fanciest woman in Dawson, his for the taking!

Quotes:

Jeff Webster: I don't need other people. I don't need help. I can take care of me.

Skagway Sheriff Gannon: Now it becomes my duty to carry out the sentence which I have imposed on these men for killing and stealing within the territory under my jurisdiction. However, I want it strictly understood that there will be no undo shooting or cheering or drunken talk when I pull that lever on account it would offend the dignity of the occasion.

[Jeff accidentally drives his cattle through a crowd attending a hanging]::Skagway Sheriff Gannon: What's going on here? You there!::Jeff Webster: They got a little out of hand. I'm sorry!::Skagway Sheriff Gannon: You're sorry? You just busted up a function of the law, that's what you did. The people of Skagway don't like lawbreakers. They go to a lot trouble and expense to prove it! New gallows, new rope, thirteen steps all counted out right and proper, with each step costin' not less than twelve dollars per each and you drive a herd of cattle through the population. You busted up everything, that's what you did. And you're sorry!

Capt. Benson: This man is wanted for a murder in Seattle.::Skagway Sheriff Gannon: Well, Seattle will have to wait. He's wanted here for bustin' up a hanging.

Skagway Sheriff Gannon: Take his gun. Lock him up.::[Jeff reaches for his gun, but Gannon outdraws him]::Skagway Sheriff Gannon: Were you thinkin' about usin' that?::Jeff Webster: Nooo, I was just showin' your deputy where to find it.

[Frank puts another prisoner in Jeff's jail cell]::Frank Newberry: Company for you; Doc Vallon, best doc in Skagway.::Doc Vallon: Oh yes, because I am the only doctor in Skagway, so I am the best one. Say, will you ask the lawyer, Monsieur Gannon, to consider my case as quickly as possible.::Frank Newberry: I wouldn't crowd him, Doc, he's pretty sore - figures you could have saved Diggy's hand.::Doc Vallon: But the bones were crushed! There was nothing but to do but amputate!::Frank Newberry: Maybe, but you sure ruined a good piano player.

Official at Scales: Eighty-five - you're fifteen pounds light.::Bearded Miner: But I can get by on eighty-five. I don't eat much - hardly nothin'!::Skagway Sheriff Gannon: You'll eat - and when you run short you'll go killin and stealin' what belongs to somebody else on account of you won't have enough. Now get in there and buy another fifteen pounds of food.

Dawson Marshal Rube Morris: He's got a real tough job, that constable. He patrols some ten, twenty thousand square miles full of nothing but hill and hollow. Sometimes he don't get home for two or three months at time, ridin' up in that far country.

[after Gannon fines Jeff his entire cattle herd for disturbing the peace, Jeff steals the herd back]::Jeff Webster: Is there somethin' you want, Mr. Gannon?::Skagway Sheriff Gannon: Yeah, mostly I want you. I also want that herd - it's government property.::Jeff Webster: Yeah, well, I'm sorry. I reversed your decision.

Skagway Sheriff Gannon: Have a nice trip! I'll hang you when you come back!

Molasses Filmography

• The Hit Parade
  1937, role: actor , character name: Molasses of 'Molasses & January'

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Molasses - Radiohead
• Molasses - Raekwon
• Molasses - The Hush Sound
• Molasses - Hush Sound
• Molasses - Down & Above
• Molasses - Oxford Collapse

Shake hands, genocide, molasses
Jet powered caravans, molasses
I'm too good, you're stuck on
Rent free earthquake zone, molasses
I need someone else's glasses
Starving waitresses in plasters
Fat houseflies, genocide

Featuring: Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Rick Ross
[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on?
(Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right?) Ice H2O
(Ight, keep all that, keep all that) Keep our palace, nigga
Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son
Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? (Murderous shit) Aiyo, aiyo
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Word to the gold panamaras, and to the wood grain in my labo
I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds
Crew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the same goons
When niggas catch visions of killing capos
Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt
She copped it from me, bought it in Rwanda
See demons scheming, niggas get live in the Beacon
I'm 'shaw' to 'shank' shit up like Morgan Freeman
Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas
And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up
We sell love slinging like Siemens, the snortable Beemers
They love calling niggas names out, you screaming
Feds try to tap us and plus clap us, niggas'll grab Bust'
Throw you in the rassle, yo, clap ups
Catch me at the Stephen King mansion, with four of my Branson niggas
With me, me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short
Bagging dope up in the backseat, your packages walk
Holding my girl wedding ring, she Medellin
Name is Coretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me
Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth I'm cut from
Is straight from a rich nigga genie
[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
The fucking Juan Don, yeah, Su Wu-Tang
Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females
The watch mother pearl weather seashells
Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up
Twitter thug, I'm the townline strangler
Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel dust
Cuban Linx smoking stink in the Brink's trunk
I run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards
Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers
I give a fuck what you talking 'bout
Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out
Sparking purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurping
Fly away in my new, Scabetti, surfing
[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow
[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows, bottles of Cru'
The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rude
Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty eights
With bald-heads, all live wires
Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime
We just left Un's, straight up
And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaud's
Bought a Dairy Queen in Queens right next to Lowe's
IMAX Theaters, Astoria Waldorf
Philip Drummer suite, pretty young thing sucking my balls off
Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed
Silk drawers, fronting in my key lime pie Wall-o's
And I still got a half a key indeed, Frank Lucas shit
Hidden in coffins, flying over seas
And if you ever try to ruin my night
I'm a make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite
Shot caller, laying in big laws
Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killer like Orca
Daytime hawk, a nasty street author
Me, Rae and Rick, Uzi'd out in the Porsche's
Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal
I'm a Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball
Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you down
Ain't a muthafuckin' crew we can't run through
[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow
[Outro:]
Army shit, nigga
Camouflage, guerrilla shit, nigga
You know what it is, man
Yo, Lex, talk, yeah
Where ya man at? Let's go

You are made of sugar, milk and molasses
So, little darlin', you attract all the bees
You are the gazer, you are the attraction
It takes a little vanity to know what it means
I know it 'cause you wrote it down a hundred times
But you say that you're doin' just fine
Say there's something better
But today, there is a cold moon rising
And you wanted something better
But tonight, tonight you're giving up
I asked a question, give me an answer
You'll say the word, and I will disappear
You're running fast, but you can run faster
Your wheels to the dirt, gonna make it clear
I know it 'cause you wrote it down a hundred times
But you say that you're doin' just fine
Say there's something better
But today, there is a cold moon rising
And you wanted something better
But tonight, you know you'll never find it
Say there's something better
But today, there is a cold moon rising
You wanted something better
But tonight, tonight you're giving darkness
And you can't hear me
I will try to draw you near me
But in the morning, you will wake up alone
When your body breaks
Even the hummingbirds will feel the earthquake
You'll sing a song of your heart's complaints
Sing it loud
Sing it clear
Oh, sing so I can hear you
Then sing it soft in my ear
Take it up
Or take out, put me down
In the grand, I'll go anywhere with you
Say there's something better
You don't see it, you won't find it
Say there's something better
You're behind it but you won't get it
La da da, la da da
La da da, la da da
Say there's something better
But today, there is a cold moon rising
And you wanted something better
But tonight, you know you'll never find it
La da da, la da da
La da da, la da da
Say there's something better
You don't see it, you won't find it
Say there's something better
You're behind it but you won't get it

You are made of sugar, milk and molasses
So, little darlin', you attract all the bees
You are the gazer, you are the attraction
It takes a little vanity to know what it means
I know it 'cause you wrote it down a hundred times
But you say that you're doin' just fine
Say there's something better
But today, there is a cold moon rising
And you wanted something better
But tonight, tonight you're giving up
I asked a question, give me an answer
You'll say the word, and I will disappear
You're running fast, but you can run faster
Your wheels to the dirt, gonna make it clear
I know it 'cause you wrote it down a hundred times
But you say that you're doin' just fine
Say there's something better
But today, there is a cold moon rising
And you wanted something better
But tonight, you know you'll never find it
Say there's something better
But today, there is a cold moon rising
You wanted something better
But tonight, tonight you're giving darkness
And you can't hear me
I will try to draw you near me
But in the morning, you will wake up alone
When your body breaks
Even the hummingbirds will feel the earthquake
You'll sing a song of your heart's complaints
Sing it loud
Sing it clear
Oh, sing so I can hear you
Then sing it soft in my ear
Take it up
Or take out, put me down
In the grand, I'll go anywhere with you
Say there's something better
You don't see it, you won't find it
Say there's something better
You're behind it but you won't get it
La da da, la da da
La da da, la da da
Say there's something better
But today, there is a cold moon rising
And you wanted something better
But tonight, you know you'll never find it
La da da, la da da
La da da, la da da
Say there's something better
You don't see it, you won't find it
Say there's something better

Watch as the room starts to smear baby
But don't you let it go
Don't you let it go
Wait for the smoke to start to clear baby
You're a pretty thing
Watch were you stand
Were you stand
He's a smooth one
You better watch his hand
Watch his hand
He'll tell you everything you wanna hear
You're a pretty thing
Watch were you stand
And that guy you just made eyes with maybe has a plan For a way to make a coward feel like a man
He'll tell you everything you wanna hear
You're a pretty thing
Watch were you stand
Watch as the room begins to smear baby
But don't you let it go
Don't you let it go
Wait for the smoke to start to clear baby
Before you let it go
Don't you let it go
Hey baby roll me up and look away
Drink up you'll be giving me the time of day
You're coming home with me dont walk away
Watch as the room begins to smear baby
But don't you let it go
Don't you let it go
Wait for the smoke to start to clear baby
Before you let it go
Don't you let it go
(Solo)
He'll tell you everything you wanna hear
He'll tell you everything
He'll tell you everything you wanna hear
He'll tell you everything
He'll tell you everything
Watch as the room begins to smear baby
But don't you let it go
Don't you let it go
Wait for the smoke to start to clear baby
Before you let it go
Don't you let it
Watch as the room begins to smear baby
But don't you let it go
Don't you let it go
Wait for the smoke to start to clear baby
Before you let it go

Why can't I scrape the scuff out your lungs?
Open blisters sunburned tongues
Why can't I break the bones of your toes?
enflamed fingers and a crooked nose
If you're coming up home please let me know
Move the place settings so it won't get cold
How can I cut your arteries out?
With the parade and the weekend crowd
Why can't I pick the scabs off your legs?
They'll drip like molasses down my face
Chase ravens
And he goes "find her"
Lock Haven
And they remind her
With a hug and a handshake we'll meet after dark
Troll the beaches of Nassau looking for love
You'll know you're gonna get bored after a year