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Paris (i/ˈpærɨs/; French: [paʁi] ( listen)) is the capital and largest city of France. It is situated on the river Seine, in northern France, at the heart of the Île-de-France region (or Paris Region, French: Région parisienne). As of January 2008 the city of Paris, within its administrative limits (the 20 arrondissements) largely unchanged since 1860, has an estimated population of 2,211,297 and a metropolitan population of 12,089,098, and is one of the most populated metropolitan areas in Europe. Paris was the largest city in the Western world for about 1,000 years, prior to the 19th century, and the largest in the entire world between the 16th and 19th centuries.
Paris is today one of the world's leading business and cultural centres, and its influences in politics, education, entertainment, media, fashion, science, and the arts all contribute to its status as one of the world's major global cities. It hosts the headquarters of many international organizations such as UNESCO, the OECD, the International Chamber of Commerce or the European Space Agency. Paris is considered one of the greenest and most liveable cities in Europe. It is also one of the most expensive.
Texas (i/ˈtɛksəs/) (Alibamu: Teksi ) is the second most populous and the second most extensive of the 50 United States, and the most extensive state of the 48 contiguous United States. The name, based on the Caddo word "Tejas" meaning "friends" or "allies", was applied by the Spanish to the Caddo themselves and to the region of their settlement in East Texas. Located in the South Central United States, Texas shares an international border with the Mexican states of Chihuahua, Coahuila, Nuevo León, and Tamaulipas to the south, and borders the US states of New Mexico to the west, Oklahoma to the north, Arkansas to the northeast, and Louisiana to the east. Texas has an area of 268,820 square miles (696,200 km2), and a growing population of 25.7 million residents.
During the Spanish colonial rule, the area was officially known as the Nuevo Reino de Filipinas: La Provincia de Texas. Antonio Margil de Jesús was known to be the first person to use the name in a letter to the Viceroy of Mexico in July 20, 1716. The name was not popularly used in daily speech but often appeared in legal documents until the end of the 1800s.
Ryland Peter "Ry" Cooder (born March 15, 1947) is an American guitarist, singer and composer. He is known for his slide guitar work, his interest in roots music from the United States, and, more recently, his collaborations with traditional musicians from many countries.
His solo work has been eclectic, encompassing folk, blues, Tex-Mex, soul, gospel, rock, and much else. He has collaborated with many musicians, including Larry Blackmon, The Rolling Stones, Van Morrison, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Randy Newman, Earl Hines, Little Feat, Captain Beefheart, The Chieftains, John Lee Hooker, Pops and Mavis Staples, Flaco Jiménez, Ibrahim Ferrer, Freddy Fender, Vishwa Mohan Bhatt and Ali Farka Touré. He formed the band Little Village with Nick Lowe, John Hiatt, and Jim Keltner.
Ry Cooder produced the Buena Vista Social Club album (1997), which became a worldwide hit. Wim Wenders directed the documentary film of the same name (1999), which was nominated for an Academy Award in 2000.
He was ranked eighth on Rolling Stone magazine's 2003 list of "The 100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time". A 2010 ranking by Gibson placed him at number 32.
Plot
A man wanders out of the desert after a four year absence. His brother finds him, and together they return to L.A. to reunite the man with his young son. Soon after, he and the boy set out to locate the mother of the child, who left shortly after the man disappeared.
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Walt: I thought you were afraid of heights.::Travis: I'm not afraid of heights. I'm afraid of fallin'.
Walt: We live in the suburbs, but I've got my business in town::Travis: Oh yeah? What's your business?::Walt: I make billboard signs for advertising.::Travis: Oh yeah? So *you*'re the one who makes those signs, I love those. Some of them are beautiful.::Walt: I'm not the only one who makes them, Trav.
Travis: He thought if she never got jealous of him that she didn't really care about him. Jealousy was a sign of her love for him, and then one night, one night she told him that she was pregnant, she was about three or four months pregnant and he didn't even know and then suddenly everything changed, he stopped drinking, he got a steady job, he was convinced that she loved him now that she was carrying his child and he was going to dedicate himself to making a home for her. But a funny thing started to happen, he didn't even notice it at first, she started to change. From the day the baby was born, she began to get irritated with everything around her. She got mad at everything. Even the baby seemed to be an injustice to her. He kept trying to make everything all right for her. Buy her things. Take her out to dinner once a week. But nothing seemed to satisfy her. For two years he struggled to pull them back together like they were when they first met, but finally he knew that it was never going to work out. So he hit the bottle again. But this time it got... mean. This time, when he came home late at night, she wasn't worried about him, or jealous, she was just enraged. She accused him of holding her captive by making her have a baby. She told him that she dreamed about escaping. That was all she dreamed about: escape. She saw herself at night running naked down a highway, running across fields, running down riverbeds, always running. And always, just when she was about to get away, he'd be there. He would stop her somehow. He would just appear and stop her. And when she told him these dreams, he believed them. He knew she had to be stopped or she'd leave him forever. So he tied a cow bell to her ankle so he could hear at night if she tried to get out of bed. But she learned how to muffle the bell by stuffing a sock into it, and inching her way out of the bed and into the night. He caught her one night when the sock fell out and he heard her trying to run to the highway. He caught her and dragged her back to the trailer, and tied her to the stove with his belt. He just left her there and went back to bed and lay there listening to her scream. And he listened to his son scream, and he was surprised at himself because he didn't feel anything anymore. All he wanted to do was... sleep. And for the first time, he wished he were far away. Lost in a deep, vast country where nobody knew him. Somewhere without language, or streets. He dreamed about this place without knowing its name. And when he woke up, he was on fire. There were blue flames burning the sheets of his bed. He ran through the flames toward the only two people he loved... but they were gone. His arms were burning, and he threw himself outside and rolled on the wet ground. Then he ran. He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. He ran until the sun came up and he couldn't run any further. And when the sun went down, he ran again. For five days he ran like this until every sign of man had disappeared.
Jane Henderson: I... I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don't know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We'd have long conversations, the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. Then... it slowly faded. I couldn't picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to, but there was nothing there. I couldn't hear you. Then... I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just... disappeared. And now I'm working here. I hear your voice all the time. Every man has your voice.
Jane Henderson: I wanted to see him so bad that I didn't even dare imagine him anymore.
Travis: [crashing in a fleabag motel/laundromat seating area with his son] This is not a place to bring a fancy woman. Wouldn't you say? If you had a fancy woman, would you bring her in a place like this?::Hunter Henderson: What's a fancy woman?
Everybody I know, they have no soul
Everybody asks me to undress
Everybody I know, they ain't got no soul
Everybody tells me to undress
Like love on tv and movies
Manage to make myself a mess
Like love on TV and movies I'm so
I'm so obsessed with your dress stress
Whatcha gonna wear when you gonna get there
We choose to believe
I'm a mess you have to pick up
You've got to believe
Like a tiger I know you have claws too big for a pet
Danger danger it's a lie you haven't hurt anyone yet
All of the times we live life like we're in a cage
Never believe in someone else
You can change the day
Like a tiger I know you have skin so soft I confess
Pitter, patter
Always buy a pet you love to caress
So you've got yourself a big old car
And a sunken pool in the back yard
Well it doesn't matter much to me
It makes no sense to me if you want a tiger
i have the same dream everynight and in the end i always wake up right before i cry out like a child in the dead of the night scared of thunder scared of might but you're by my side and we were both born on the fourth of july about fifteen minutes before midnight my mother's bridesmaids dressed in black and her bouquet was drenced in gas some tradition from her past my father's hands were painted red to show that he had some success i guess and they were both born on the fourth of july about fifteen minutes before midnight i feel like an arsonist because you are my perfect match and you light up everything around you i feel like an arsonist and it's not an accident that you light up everything around you my mother's hair was braided black and running clean right down her back cutting her white dress in half her ring it sparkled ruby red her lipstick kissed into a mess i guess and they were both born on the fourth of july about 15 minutes before midnight i feel like an arsonist because you are my perfect match and you light up everything around you i feel like an arsonist and it's not an accident that you light up everthing around you i was never under control and i knew i would never get old i was always fast and so free and taller than the highest of trees it's time to take it up a degree and there is really nothing i need i just have to remember to breathe and guard against the heat when around you
there's a little bird he lives inside my head hold him up he weighs half a gram he chirps and he chirps till his beak it don't work well this little bird here's what he says action crash you grab your head and spend a couple days in bed then those two they become ten then one hundred all those girls stand by your side a secret wish they'd like to hide and with your sheets they dry their eyes hey do you say do you man do you do you want to come with me a live i want to live in i want to live in i want to live in i want to live in a one hot coma and spend all my days and nights in bed with you where we won't worry about getting paid making rent or getting the grades we won't worry about silly things like love or hate or how we're never gonna get laid pick the place and i'll pick the day say this is one pact we will make hey do you say do you man do you do you want to come with me and live i want to live in i want to live in i want to live in a one hot coma and spend all my days and nights in bed with you everybody's always wishing for something somewhere where they can belong and that's why we sing our songs of life and love because life can get you down love picks you up up off the ground like little birds dropped from the nest this lie of love makes life a mess
skeleton me. skeleton you. is there only one in this world for you? and at night, i wonder where you are. i stay up to watch the bones break. everytime i try to go to sleep. i always feel your eyes. they're right on me and i like it.
the corporation close down quit the gound and cut out leave the doors and lock town rebel radio the news across the nation a county's new poition has placed all its attention on rebel radio so set up so get up and get set and get ready we're gonna write a whole new history out of the gates the beginning are we learning or pretending so set up so get up and get set and get ready we're gonna write a whole new history far from the cage cross the finish did we lose or did we win to get down you have to get up stand for sounds that you love and a more likeable pin-up rebel radio don't mourn they mix they filter sifting for the smaller little brother little sister rebel radio so set up so get up and get set and get ready we're gonna write a whole new history out of the gates the beginning are we learning or pretending so set up so get up and get set and get ready we're gonna write a whole new history far from the cage cross the finish did we lose or did we win out of the gates the beginning this time though i think we're winning no not kids who finish second rather qiut or face a forefit raise your arms like they're antenna i was there i yelled my head off rebel radio is loud and all our work is working out
yes i know that you hit me it was a mistake but you gave me a clean break from my steady job and a headache behind eyes it's easy if you try to quit but to fix it will take the stregnth of more than a million so strike my heart breath some air into my lungs i never thought it would get so dark but it does get much brighter than this i've got a daylight addiction and it doesn't get much brighter than this the neighbors show blind eyes but i know it excites it's a show that's better than tv what i write you'll erase can you keep a straght face yes i lose and no you win but you'll never do it again so strike my heart breath some air into my lungs i never thought it would get so dark but it does get much brighter than this i've got a daylight addiction and it doesn't get much brighter than this the world spins around and round and round and we don't hear a sound the world spins around and round and round and we're rotting on the ground and if i go to heaven you know i'll se my grandad he'll say he caught the biggest fish and hold his arms up 96 inches and if i go to hell i'll tell all your friends that you're doing well and it's nice how they all followed your advice i've got a daylight addiction and it doesn't get much brighter than this you've got to strike my heart
show me the night is simple the sky tunrs purple then black like your pupil the stars they start to sparkle in the city below let's go to the city below show me shed your woes like a snake sheds skin show off your diamonds and that you haven't lost all hope try to throw it all out the window don't slow down these are the times when we say don't slow down these are the times when you show the white eyes you've got to lose those blues show me a good time or something i can't lose show me where we can go when we begin with no dollars or sense i've got a big book of matches and i'm lighting the sticks that we throw out the window to the beat of the music show me innocence in a salesman's pitch and a touch of brilliance that this is all that we need we can cover the rent we're in the red if we bleed just don't slow down these are the times when we say don't slow down these are the times when you show me the white eyes you've got to lose those blues show me a good time or something i can't lose we've got no dollars no not one cent we've lost our innocence
i said to leave you're leaving don't go driving if you're feeling so low get off the couch i kicked you out and said to use your back seat as a pillow that's right they sell it over counters quick solutions will make you better they'll make you better off for being worse at times we slept on basset street the paradise a place where we would meet when last call's laughter's technicolored it's time to leave my work on a tired scene that's right they sell it over counters quick solutions will make you better they'll make you better off for being worse will we still be waiting still be here in a year waiting for the when and how will we still be waiting when it becomes clear can i ask now is it better or worse the last year we're running down to the lake thin air and all of our breath that it takes like smoke those soconds were infinite i jump and see you're already in and i wish i were already out and warming up in your parent's house on new year's eve in old mendota
love is lost like polihed brass. like your youth it never lasts. you have to quit the con and the kid. careers in crush never did pay off. you're always aiding in the breaking of my heart. it's allright it's allright. turn to air inside my arms. it's allright it's allright. i will find my future scars. angels sit on finger tips as prayers are pursed on painted lips. you're always aiding in the breaking of my when you get to the bottom got to pick it up. when you get to the top then you're stuck there. you're so scared. all of the times in your life that you said you were wasting you're just wasting your time.
if you promise me
you won't leave first
if you promise me
you won't leave
clear the books of the pictures
summers between six and nineteen
you were younger
take them all off the wall
so you can see us all
alone and you're older
all for me and my
gemini
why can't i
watch out for july
gemini
eaten alive
from the inside
remember nights when we used to drive
i'm surprised that we're still alive
you didn't have any headlights on your car
we used to drive so slow
stick our heads out the window and breath in the night
you and lou at the U. '62
take a ride when cells divide
cause kansas doesn't make a continent
it just kills you
way out west
gemini
why can't i
watch out for july
gemini
eaten alive from the inside
and if you promise me
you won't leave first
if you promise me
you won't leave
all the things we'll miss you doing
stick around for kissing cousins
tasting blood you've got suspicions
convictions that carry you back home
gemini
why can't i
watch out for july
gemini
eaten alive from the inside
i think i'm tasting your blood again
have to have a suspicion
take a trip to the doctor
i wish that you were here right now
you said that you would never leave me
but now it looks like you're leaving
time is all we wish for a kiss if you were here right now
clear the books of the pictures
summers between six and nineteen
you were younger
take them all on the wall
so you can see us all
alone and you're older
and you'll say
if you promise me
you won't leave first
and if you promise me
are you ready to jump well so am i are you ready i'm not ready because we all need a push sometimes well i don't have wings but we're flying just the same i'm looking down as you're looking up watch me come from above as you say after afternoons of alcohol i fell right off the front porch the start of it all as jack came out he asked can cans get crushed by one hand hush here come the cops and if they hear us they'll see us and then we'll have to run because he's too young barely nineteen and we've been there we've all been green just like the stains that cover our bluejeans underneath a bush like i'm a city stray you give me a push and you say why be safe i've got the rest of my life to spend some time on my knees and just wait for death to come to me are you ready we all need a push sometimes or a shove running through the streets drunk keep your feet two feet above the cracked concrete and it's cracked by a question can hearts get crushed and ground to dust enough to disappear now hold my hand we'll act as light as air gets cold as the night gets old and lungs start to decay i'm sick and tired of just running away and i see that you're safe in some alleyway i raise my arms and say hey look this way i've got the rest of my life to spend some time on my knees so just come on come on come on to me are you ready we all need a push sometimes or a shove now action fans help us
start a fight with a cherry bomb friday night and all action all gone all go go go in the face with a finger gun corner kids sight the pretty ones all eyes in the know know know hands laced up against the wall i'm half spun horizon tall we're the ones who need new heroes and what to do rowdy the sons ready the new everyone action and if a white hat isn't pissed off then i'm not trying gorilla glances at my table but i'm trying i'm not trying this anymore we need a hero who wears his heart out trading cuts with the pretty kids that's what you did that's what i did we need a hero who wears her heart out riding the high side all of her life you should do this so should i end the night with the rising sun through the window with a kid on top but on on fills me in on what we did shake my head an astonished no red rose in the kitchen a group all gone all go go go came black and white lights red and blue we're the ones who need new heroes what to do rowdy the sons ready the new everyone action and we will pinch and we will fight and we won't stop until we make it right it's what we believe in you said you would never ever stop i said i would never ever stop believing you're believing i'm not beleiving you anymore we need a hero who wear his heart out trading cuts with the pretty kids that's what you did that's what i did we need a hero who wears her heart out riding the high side all of her life you should do this so should i we need a hero not a hip replacement
I've got a static aesthetic
Nihilistic prophetic
Everything is a goddamn lie
I want to go grab a shovel
So I can dig up the devil
So I can ask him why so I can ask him why
And I think I think and therefore I am
Hey man don't you understand
And I think I think and therefore I am
Hey man cant you understand
That I've got the power to ruin revolution
Hey hey I say bombs away
What would would you say if I say bombs away
And you're not not so notorious
I'm standing up on a mountain telescope
I'm just watching everybody just try try try
I'm gonna reach way up high so I can pull down the sky
So I can ask him why so I can ask him why
And I think I think and therefore I am
Hey man don't you understand
And I think I think and therefore I am
Hey man cant you understand
That I've got the power to ruin revolution
Hey hey I say bombs away
What would would you say if I say bombs away
I know I know I start with the finger
And move to the fist
'cause you're the first person
That I'll cross off my list
I start (I know) with the finger (I know) and move to the fist (I know I know I know I know)
And you're the first person
That ill cross off my list
I've got a static aesthetic
I've got a static aesthetic
I've got a static aesthetic
I've got a static
I say bombs away
What would would you say if I say bombs away
I've got a static aesthetic
Nihilistic prophetic
Everything is a goddamn lie
I want to go grab a shovel
So I can dig up the devil
So I can ask him why so I can ask him why
And you're not not so notorious
if only i knew knowledge so keen to razor new neighbors i knowing me would isn't it beautiful? ask her ask him ask and ask and ask. i guess i learned a lesson not to question anymore at nineteen.
I drifted around knowing and i drifted around knowing (repeat)
Got the nerve, got the feel that we're going to die
ever learn ever feel that you're going to die
ever learn, got to feel that we're going to die
We're all going to die
we're all going to die
we're all going to die
we're all going to die
Got to learn how to feel when you're going to die
got's to learn ever feel how you're going to...
got's to learn how to feel when you're going to die
got's to learn how to feel...
I drifted around knowing
and i drifted around...
We're all going to die
we're all going to die
we're all going to die
we're all going to die
The rhythm in the riddle
put the pedal to the medal
its the middle of the puzzle
The middle of the puzzle
put the pedal to the metal
is the rhythm in the riddle
The rhythm in the riddle
put the pedal to the medal
it's the middle of the puzzle
The middle of the puzzle
put the pedal to the metal
before i left we looked at hooks and lures in your old box the silver gone the red of rust was better and we talked about your brother the crook who broke your window and who stole the show at your own father's funeral i wasn't there but i cried for you he stole from death and from life at the same time and that's why i never want to live my life saying things like i wish i knew what always happened to you and this is what your death would be like i'll crash alone and clean alone and this is what your death would be like i'll drink alone and dream alone your number like an epitaph was scratched into my head and it replaced what common sense i had left and i found it out with a fake name and spanish accent and a story practiced before calling your parents and you know i think they knew i planned my death and my life at the same time and that's why i never want to live my life saying things like i wish i knew what always happeded to you and this is what your death would be like i'll slip alone and sleep alone and this is what your death would be like i'll drive alone i'll be alone and one month isn't long enough to put yourself inside a box i wanted you to hear this song a love one not a requiem it says things i could never say or at least could not explain it's for you as well for them a love one not a requiem