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Flemish greater Brussels grocer Bert transferred his true passion, aiming for the national football (soccer) team, missed due to a knee injury, to his eager son Gilles (12), whom he coaches tirelessly. Excessive anger at the referee during the match when a scout may select Gilles for the provincial team, a crucial step, proves fatal for Bert's heart. Gilles is frustrated that both the grocery shop and his mother gradually are taken over by football-ignorant accountant Joris and imagines still being coached by father. His own foot injury will either delay his ambition at a crucial or may end it altogether if not treated properly.
Keywords: adolescent, bicycle, boy-nudity, boys'-soccer, coach, family-relationships, father-figure, father-son-relationship, foot-injury, football
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The life of Brazilian soccer player, Garrincha, considered to be one of the greatest players of all time, with his uniquely original style. He had arched legs, a passion for women and booze. Also had a much talked extramarital affair with singer Elza Soares and died in relative decadence. The movie focuses on his zenith, from 1953 until the World Championship and the Rio Regional Championship, in 1962.
Keywords: alcoholic, brazil, extramarital-affair, face-slap, female-frontal-nudity, football-player, nudity, racial-slur, samba, sex
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Young boy who sees his father gunned down kills the assassin. Years later, he has grown up to be a successful bounty hunter who is feared by many. And then one day he discovers secrets to his past...
Keywords: bar-shootout, blood, gore, gun, horse, massacre, sadism, shoot, slow-motion, spaghetti-western
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Coronel Januário's daughter, Maria Fausta, is having a secret affair with João Galdino. While her father is engaged in his political campaign for mayor of the city, the couple disappear. Galdino, an accordionist who is secretly in love with her, goes looking for them.
Manuel Francisco dos Santos (October 28, 1933 – January 20, 1983), known by the nickname "Garrincha" (Portuguese pronunciation: [ɡaˈʁĩʃɐ], "little bird"), was an association football right winger and forward who helped the Brazil national team win the World Cups of 1958 and 1962. He played the majority of his professional career for the Brazilian club Botafogo.
The word garrincha itself means wren. Garrincha was also known as Mané (short for Manuel) by his friends. The combined "Mané Garrincha" is common among fans in Brazil. Due to his immense popularity in Brazil, he was also called Alegria do Povo (Joy of the People) and Anjo de Pernas Tortas (Angel with Bent Legs).
Garrincha is regarded as the best dribbler in football history. In the Estádio do Maracanã the home team room is known as "Garrincha," while the visiting team room is known as "Pelé."
Garrincha was born in Pau Grande, a district of Magé, in the state of Rio de Janeiro, in 1933. His father was an alcoholic, drinking cachaça heavily, a problem which Garrincha would inherit. He had several birth defects: his spine was deformed, his right leg bent inwards and his left leg six centimeters shorter and curved outwards, none of which impeded his ability to play football at the highest level.
Remember that one time I bit you on the arm?
I was just afraid of solitude and being alone...
I want to be at your house right now, make you stand by the sink,
I swear to keep awake...
I can show you things like fire and more...
Remember the time I kicked the TV over
For months I'm sharing lungs
I can't talk to her
cause she'll throw rocks at me...
I might never see you again
I hope we fix
and stay special cause...
I ain't tryin to start a fight
but if only I could pull you in
for a moment...
I know this pain
that's so sweet
battlestations please guard us...
marry me
but don't lean on me
cause I'll fuck you till the morning
so stay
Gone!!
For months I'm sharing lungs
I can't talk to her
cause she'll throw rocks at me...
I'll be screaming and all besides
and if you're listening
you'll know
she knows that look when it comes to my music
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my lungs are in the top drawer
by now I've got a lover inside of me
as long as we sleep right now
as long as we sleep right now
For months I'm sharing lungs
I can't talk to her
cause she'll throw rocks at me...
she'll throw rocks at me
For months I'm sharing lungs
I can't talk to her
"Check it out"
One two yo yo yo
Yo hit the switch in December
I'll be on till November
Bombin, disturbin the calm at civic centers
Make a smoothie outta rapper and his ice in my blender
Beyond the Fender Bender, Dilated-Swollen Members
Independent money makin, no time for waitin
Rakka stimulatin, designed for penetratin
Nuttin to prove, air sea and land mover
Crescent Heights, Cali up north to Vancouver
Molecular monitors censors an
Anaconda that harbors
A feeling for heat and armor and eating a snake charm
Capital break, wrap it in tape the cidic images
Stand up and when I twist the lid off of a silver cylinder
Crash the vehicular, makes a riveting statement
Prior engagement escape this electric encagement
Select the vegenance surraying for the four-blade tango
Enough voltage in my panel to constantly change the channel
Yo I came here to change the whole sound of art
And let em know it all comes down to art
The mission now is rip the whole town apart
Wit my colleagues, my teammates, my counter parts
Yo I came here to change the whole sound of art
And let em know a new cycle is bound to start
The mission now is rip the whole town apart
Wit my colleagues, my teammates, my counter parts
Yo, some pay no mind
Man, I put time in so play this
You live on the edge, I live on the San Andreas
In range of, clear and present danger
Can't even trust my shadow, every day it's lookin stranger
In ten years, you'll find me on the low
Full-bearded, Serpico wit flows yo
Coolin in the cut crevice, underground tavern
Wit wifey and seed, still on point like a javelin
Madchild twists and turns like an Indian burn
Wit powerful jaws and character flaws
Rippin and tearin wit claws
Kill if I'm aware of the cause
Not to mention, knuckles white from inner tension
Witch doctors and war chiefs approaching
Fantastic adventures, a frightening fortune
Scorpion tail snaps, constrictor strangles
S+M Rocks, Dilated Works the Angles
Galvanize steel grate, ?I tear a? quite well made
I trust you're rush into an open blade of rust
Hands to ribbons, is in a beatbox of must
Crimson wordplay Prevail, the narrarator from the doorway
My partners in this, have gotta be clearly obvious
Known for superior form of smoke inhalation
From spoken inceneration
Omens of Damien reignin in present New Haven
Now ain't that amazing?
Yo I'm inspired and wired
That time will be attractive
Not tired I've fired volcanoes still in ac-tive
(The unibomber!)
Causin drama or terror, it's fabulous
I'll bounce to the arting wit a backpack full of travelers
Checks to burn, stay warm for the brain storm
Cuz in my snow storm
I freeze if I don't sleep below the ice for my blanket
Thank earth for it's hidden treasures
And now I'm takin drastic measures
Indulge in this intrusion
Underworld defender
Horrendous snowball of absolute insaness (feel me)
Riskin freedom to be famous
When nothin remains except passion and pain
No slashin the vein, to bleed and drown in a bath
Fall down and I laugh, get up wipe myself off and walk down a new path
I'm INTACT! You can't handle the impact
Insync, blazing wit killer instinct
I excel, they all fell
New details, Madchild Prevail
I remove the veil, manifest God self
As the life-giving son, Iriscience brings twelve
Like Buckingham Palace to British Columbia
Three states under ya, I deal wit District of Columbia
Understand the numbers and the system that you're under
And why them belly full but we keep em feelin hunger
"Check it out"
"Get live, catchin wreck is our thing"
"Check it out"
"Get live, catchin wreck is our thing"
"Check it out"
"Get live, catchin wreck is our thing"
"Check it out"
"Get live, catchin wreck is our thing"
Feo, eso es feo.
Es fulera pa'l balero.
La verdad. Fea, es fulera. Camorrera.
Es muy fea la verdad.
La hebilla de un cinturón.
Te fue a enseñar mucho más.
Rulitos ensangrentados.
En el patio lloran.
Aprende el niño bebé.
Lo que nunca olvidará. Fea, se hace fiera.
Callejera, se hace callo la verdad.
Y mama leche fea.
Verdadera.
En la calle otra verdad.
Te has aliviado Caroncha.
Valiente indio barrial.
Tubitos ensangrentados.
En el charco flotan.
Violento niño bebé.
Qué injusticias vengarás.
Te has aliviado Caroncha.
Valiente indio barrial.
Metiste mano en el tiempo acá.
Violento niño bebé.
Qué Vibran las paredes del pueblito.
Nada puede llevarte del lugar.
Vibran las paredes del pueblito.
Nada puede llevarte del lugar.
Y vibran las paredes del pueblito.
Que sucede en el barrio.
Que sucede en el barrio.