Plot
The moving story of a young Scouse lad who, in a world of hilarious losers and broken promises, befriends a life of petty crime, jeopardises his family's future and is forced to become a man. Hal is a true depiction of the area in which he lives, repeatedly breaking the law with his fat, charismatic and often drunk friend, John Falstaff. Hal's dad, Henry, has tried again and again to lend Hal a helping hand - it is a constant battle that dominates the fragile family. Whilst Henry is tirelessly fighting to adopt his young and vulnerable nephew, he receives some devastating news which threatens to rip the family apart. Self Same Sky tells the powerful story of how a cruel world makes its mark, resulting in uncompromising consequences within an ever-compromised world.
Keywords: based-on-play, shakespeare's-henry-iv-part-two
Danger is the name of the game.
Plot
Inman, a wounded confederate soldier, is on a perilous journey home to his mountain community, hoping to reunite with his prewar sweetheart, Ada.
Keywords: 1860s, 19th-century, abolition, african-american, american-civil-war, american-flag, american-indian, appalachia, army, army-deserter
If hate sends men to war, then it must be love that brings them home. ( Moviepix Canada)
Find your way home
Find the strength. Find the courage. No matter what it takes... find the way home.
Ruby: [On discussing the war's origin] Every piece of this is man's bullshit. They call this war a cloud over the land. But they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say 'Shit, it's raining!'
Young men outside the church: Whooey! We got our war... it's about time!
Rev.Monroe: My congregation is still disputing the size of the windows.
Inman: [to Ada] If you could see my inside, or whatever you want to name it; my spirit, that's what I fear. I think I'm ruined. They kept trying to put me in the ground but I wasn't ready. But if I had... if I had goodness, I lost it. If I had anything tender in me, I shot it dead! How could I write to you after what I'd done? What I'd seen?
Ada: What we have lost will never be returned to us. The land will not heal - too much blood. All we can do is learn from the past and make peace with it.
Inman: You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place.::Ada: But how did I keep you? We barely knew each other. A few moments.::Inman: A thousand moments. They're like a bag of tiny diamonds glittering in a black heart. Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. The shape of your neck, that's real. You were always carrying a tray.::Ada: You wouldn't come inside.::Inman: I wouldn't come inside.::Ada: I had to carry a tray to come out and see you.::Inman: The way you felt when I pulled you to me. That kiss- which I kissed again everyday of my walking.::Ada: Everyday of my waiting...
Ada: I will not leave Cold Mountain. My last thread of courage is to wait... for you.
Inman: I ain't getting shot again for some cause I don't believe in.
Ruby: Old lady Swanger says you need help. Here I am.
Ada: If you are fighting, stop fighting. If you are marching, stop marching. Come back to me. Come back to me is my request.
Plot
Sir John Falstaff is the hero in this compilation of extracts from Shakespeare's 'Henry IV' and other plays, made into a connected story of Falstaff's career as young Prince Hal's drinking companion. The massive knight roisters with and without the prince, philosophizes comically, goes to war (in his own fashion), and meets his final disappointment, set in a real-looking late-medieval England.
Keywords: alcoholic-drink, banishment, bare-butt, based-on-book, based-on-multiple-works, based-on-play, bath, battle, beaten-to-death, bed
Falstaff: We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.
Henry 'Hotspur' Percy: O Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth!
Henry 'Hotspur' Percy: No, Percy, thou art dust, and food for - [he dies]::Prince Hal: For worms, brave Percy; fare thee well, great heart!
Falstaff: My King! My Jove! I speak to thee my heart!::Prince Hal: I know thee not, old man; fall to thy prayers!/ How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
When distinguished as a subset of handguns, a pistol is a handgun with a chamber that is integral with the barrel, as opposed to a revolver, wherein the chamber is separate from the barrel as a revolving cylinder.
The pistol originates in the 16th century, when early handguns were produced in Europe. The English word was introduced in ca. 1570 from the Middle French pistolet (ca. 1550).
The etymology of the French word pistolet is unclear. It may be from a Czech word for early hand cannons, píšťala "flute", or alternatively from Italian pistolese, after Pistoia, a city renowned for Renaissance-era gunsmithing, where hand-held guns (designed to be fired from horseback) were first produced in the 1540s.
The first suggestion derives the word from Czech píšťala, a type of hand-cannon used in the Hussite Wars during the 1420s. The Czech word was adopted in German as pitschale, pitschole, petsole, and variants.
The most common types of pistol are the single shot, multi-barreled and semi-automatic.
Jerry Miculek is a speed shooter and competition shooting instructor. He is renowned as one of the fastest revolver shooters in the world, emptying a five-shot revolver in 0.57 seconds in a group the size of a playing card.[citation needed] Miculek currently holds five world records in exhibition revolver shooting.[citation needed] He is married to Kay Clark Miculek, herself an accomplished shooter, holding numerous national and world titles.
In addition, Miculek is an experienced gunsmith who tunes and adjusts his own revolvers for optimum function.
He is endorsed by Smith & Wesson, who created the S&W Model 625JM model in honor of him.
An avid shooter, Jerry holds numerous national and world shooting titles:[citation needed]
Miculek also demonstrated the ability to fire five shots from a revolver on target with a S&W Model 64 ported barrel revolver in 0.57 seconds on September 25, 2003. This nearly matches the record held by Ed McGivern of 0.45 sec (first shot on 9/13/1932, reproduced 4 times on 12/8/1932). Originally recorded as "two-fifths of a second", the resolution of the timing equipment in 1932 was only 1/20th of a second, so the actual figure could have been anywhere between 0.40 and 0.45 seconds.[citation needed]
Well, this is what happens when you fall for a pistol...
No, no, I don't mean no gun.
Talkin' 'bout a man with bells and whistles...
The kind that keeps your heart on the run.
I met that cat in a two-bit juke-joint...
Took my money in a game of pool.
Next thing I knew, I was sittin' 'hind the eight ball,
Playin' my heart, breakin' all the rules.
Throw your rope around the runaway freight train,
You know it's gonna drag you down the track.
You dust your britches off, an' tell yourself you're insane,
But every time you love a man like that...
You get lost; you get lonely.
You get calls from the police.
Tell your Mama: "Don't know what happened."
Well you wanted trouble?
Now you got a fistful.
That's what happens when you fall for a pistol.
Ah ha.
Well, you'd think by now I'd a-learned my lesson.
But I keep makin' them same mistakes.
There must be some clue I keep missin'...
How many times can a good heart break?
Well, I keep fallin' for all them bad boys...
Poor or rich as dirt.
Lots of fun, and I ain't jokin',
But every time I think I won't get hurt...
I get lost; I get lonely.
I get calls from the police.
Tell my Mama: "Don't know what happened."
Well, I wanted trouble?
Now I got a fistful.
That's what happens when you fall for a pistol.
Well, you get lost; you get lonely.
You get calls from the police.
Tell your Mama: "Don't know what happened."
Well you wanted trouble, now you got a fistful.
Well, that's what happens when you fall for a pistol.
Well, that's what happens when you fall for a pistol, girl.
Sort of men'd give you a headache, now.
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun
Out tonight and the beat goes on
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun
Out tonight and the beat goes on
We don't need no intervention
Keep your cover on information
We got boys down at the station
Take the floor, break the law
Call it crime prevention
Got a grip on the population
Know your name and number, darling (darling)
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
You need co-operation
Gotta pay for your own protection
And the state's too scared to mention
Take the floor, break the law
Gonna cut out all emotion
Let's shake up this commotion
Shake now like a soldier, darling (darling)
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
(Ain't no language of love)
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
We don't need no intervention
Keep your cover on information
We got boys down at the station
Take the floor, break the law
Call it crime prevention
Got a grip on the population
Know your name and number, darling (darling)
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun (ain't no language of love)
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun (ain't no language of love)
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun (ain't no language of love)
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun (ain't no language of love)
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
Love how you curse when I wake you up
Sweetly demand that I fill your cup
With the smile of your cool gunpowder glare
Honey, you lay me bare
You're the girl of my dreams
And a pistol it seems, but you shoot me straight and true
Time to lay down my bets
Oh, I put all my money on you
When I'm in the dark, girl, you bring me light
It seems like you're almost always right
So keep boxing my ears when I sew them shut
Baby, you sure are tough
You're the girl of my dreams
And a pistol it seems, but you shoot me straight and true
Time to lay down my fears
Honey, I feel so safe around you
If the tiller man taught me anything
It's that a hard headed woman is what I need
To help me to always do my best
Baby, my life is blessed
You're the girl of my dreams
Darling, please wear this ring
You're an angel through and through
Time to lay down my life
Honey, I'd do it gladly for you
Time to lay down my life
You was a killa
on the muthaphukkin' streets
but in the county
you gettin' that ass beat
I always knew you was a hoe
I got' a call from my nigga
said they put that ass on the do'
had you hollerin' like a bitch
without yo' muthaphukkin' glock
nigga you ain't shit
but in the hood
you was known fa' bein' hard
but now my niggaz got that ass
hollerin' fa' the gaurds
it's too late for cryin'
you shoulda thought about
the shit nigga while
you was firin'
takin' some innocent niggaz life
and got his mama cryin'
hard enough the otha night
just like they say
what goes around
must come around
you kill'd the nigga
now you gettin' that ass beat down
if you's a man when you did the crime
then bitch be a man
when you do the time
cause if you can't
take the heat
then put yo' glock down
cause if you don't
you gettin' that ass whooped
and locked down
cause when a nigga catch a case
he don't tell you
how it really is
just ask the nigga in his cell
them niggaz ain't real
CHORUS:
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit' that shit
you gettin' popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit' that shit
you gettin' popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit' that shit
you gettin' popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit' that shit
you gettin' popped
I knew this nigga
in the game
who was strong fa'
slangin' caine
but the nigga was a
straight up bitch man
he used to roll wit' a car
full of niggaz
they all talked gas
but they was hoe's
behind the trigga
I showed him no respect
cause he's a true bitch
got jacked by a nigga
didn't do shit
he got jacked by
some niggaz on the East Side
hit his ass for 3 birds
and let the shit ride
and shit like that
makes me mad
because the nigga
jacked his ass
without a ski mask
they must a knew
he was a hoe
cause they showed they face
if that was me
it'd be a muthaphukkin
murda case
cause I'd be damned
if I'm let a nigga
take my shit
call me bitches and hoes
but pistol whip my bitch
and have me standin' there stupid
wit' a fucked face
got my hands
not the lands
now it's rough Tate
cause that nigga wasn't real 'G'
befo' a nigga take
my shit
'dem niggaz betta kill me
cause I'm a show 'em
what the deal is
that nigga was a hoe
'dem niggaz ain't real
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit' that shit
you gettin' popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit' that shit
you gettin' popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit' that shit
you gettin' popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit' that shit
you gettin' popped
I heard a rumor
that they said
I was broke
I didn't have a six-fo'
and another so def
but 'dem niggaz
don't know me
the same niggaz
that's talkin'
was the ones
that's hollerin' fo' me
but bitch
I don't think so
my shit is nation wide
and 'dem niggaz still loco'
I'm doin' tours
while 'dem niggaz
doin' talent shows
I ought to take
my fuckin' glock
and straight clown
'dem hoes
cause if you got
sumtin' to say
say it in my face
ew' if ya' do
it'd be a muthaphukkin'
murda case
catch his ass on stage
and represent
me and my boyz
in the audience
wit' the techs
bustin' caps
at yo' ass
straight gunnin' man
got 'cha jumpin'
like Hammer
doin' a runnin' man
so if you got
sumtin' to say
keep it to yo' self
cause talkin' bad
about Pistol's bad
fo' yo' health
so bitch
raise up
to this real shit
you betta ask
a muthaphukka
who you fuckin' wit
cause I'm a show you
what the deal is
[Ey' yo' P
you want me to
straighten 'dem hoes]
'dem niggaz ain't real
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit' that shit
you gettin' popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit' that shit
you gettin' popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit' that shit
you gettin' popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit' that shit
you gettin' popped
I got game
to take a bitch from any man
I have yo bitch puttin' D's on my mini van
cause I never gives a fuck about a bitch though
I drops a hoe like the truck of a 6 4
she can be yo main thang but she can be my freak
I have that hoe hittin' that stance
when that ass go to sleep
cause you can be the fool for lovin' her
I be the late night creeper just fuckin' her
while you upstairs sleepin'
I'm bone'n on yo couch wit' my finger in her pussy
and my dick in her mouth
when I come I make her swallow
and make her give me 300 out yo wallet
and when I see you kiss that bitch
I straight laugh at ya'll
while yo ass at work
I'm in yo Acura
talkin' on yo phone
perpetratin' at the same time
got everybody in the hood think it's mine
CHORUS:
Do yo bitch got luv for you
Do yo bitch got luv for you
Do yo bitch got luv for you
Do yo bitch got luv for you nigga
Do yo bitch got luv for you
Do yo bitch got luv for you
Do yo bitch got luv for you
I had this bitch
who thought a nigga wasn't about shit
cause the nigga was strung on this rap shit
she thought a nigga wouldn't make it
it took to damn long
so the bitch couldn't take it
she started playin' on a nigga
cause she had a figure
she thought I couldn't quit her
but the bitch was wrong
now she's all alone
and daddy is gone
now the bitch wanna see me
cause she seen a nigga rappin' on TV
she want a nigga in college
she thought a nigga was strong
because he didn't have street knowledge
but now I'm bustin' 95 Lexus
doin' circle from California to Texas
now I'm livin' like a balla
now she beggin' for a nigga try to call her
when I was broke I couldn't find ya'
now you see a nigga rollin'
woulda wined and dined ya'
now King P's rich
and she ain't got shit
you shoulda kept me tric
now look at ya' bitch
Do yo bitch got luv for you
Do yo bitch got luv for you
Do yo bitch got luv for you
Do yo bitch got luv for you nigga
Do yo bitch got luv for you
Do yo bitch got luv for you
Do yo bitch got luv for you
I got a down ass bitch
who don't take no shit
fuck a young hoe
I got me and old bitch
when shit got tight
she stuck wit' me
and she'll kill a muthaphukka
if they fuck wit' me
when a nigga went broke
buyin' a 50 pack
my bitch sold pussy to get me back
it let me know that the bitch was down wit' me
if it was anotha hoe
she probably woulda quit me
when a nigga did time in the county jail
she sold a niggaz dope and helped me stack my mail
standin' in the cut wit' a fist full of rocks
wit' a nine in her hand got the bitch cocked
she don't play when it comes to them N's
fresh out the joint
she bought me a Benz
when I first went in
she buyin' an OZ
now I'm out on the streets
she's buyin' a whole key
now I'm livin' like a balla
if ya' step to me wrong
I'm lettin' pistol smoke
if yo bitch was real
she'd do the same for you
do yo bitch got luv for you
mine do
CHROUS:
You gots to do
what you gotta do
to make yo' money
don't let nobody
bring ya' down
money makes the world go 'round uh
money makes the world go 'round uh
You gots to do
what you gotta do
to make yo' money
don't let nobody
bring ya' down
money makes the world go 'round uh
money makes the world go 'round uh
I'm on the block
slangin' ready
tryna' stack my phetty
these niggaz silly
cause they really
hate to see me
sell it UH!!
cause I'm the big boss
of all bosses
I told you niggaz
in ninety-six
bitch ain't takin'
no losses UH!!
cause ain't no bitch
in me nigga
I thought I
told ya'
and if you niggaz
owe me money
bitch I'll show ya'
cause I don't play
when it comes
to my D boy
you best a ask
a nigga 'bout
King P boy
I got more
heart than the
average killa
I ain't yo'
average nigga
I'm makin' a
meal by
slangin' these
caps in niggaz
so you can
BUCK BUCK
if you wanna
but I'm a
slang slang
up on the
corner
while you be
doin' your time
I'll be writin'
these fucking rhymes
while you be
writin' yo' bitch nigga
I'll be
fuckin' mine
but you can't
bring me down
cause money makes
this muthaphukka
go around
You gots to do
what you gotta do
to make yo' money
don't let nobody
bring ya' down
money makes the world go 'round uh
money makes the world go 'round uh
You gots to do
what you gotta do
to make yo' money
don't let nobody
bring ya' down
money makes the world go 'round uh
money makes the world go 'round uh
I comes equipped
with money flows
and fo-fo's
desert ego's
sell my fuckin'
sole for some
cash and some kilo's
no constant struggle
but hustlin' to
make this
profit double
nine strapped niggaz
flip yo' pockets out
we all got trouble
infratraitors
green ink
paper chasaz
for the right price
they'll cross out
the whole nation
I runs with
SK grippaz
he's shootin'
chest rippaz
top-a-line
money gettaz
down south
no surrender
rollin' on D's
slangin' CD's
keepin' all blood
issues on the
low keys
live life for
the riches
muthaphukk the fame
a nigga can't
survice off a
got-damn name
phetty makes the
muthaphuukin'
world rotate
I does what
it takes
to stay up on
top and wait
get down right dirty
and muddy
even get bloody
for some
muthaphukkin' money
You gots to do
what you gotta do
to make yo' money
don't let nobody
bring ya' down
money makes the world go 'round uh
money makes the world go 'round uh
You gots to do
what you gotta do
to make yo' money
don't let nobody
bring ya' down
money makes the world go 'round uh
money makes the world go 'round uh
I'm movin' on up
like George and Louise
me and my niggaz
goin' pharoe
slangin' keys
we're brakin''em
off everytime we
hit the road man
droppin' 'em off
in every state
we doin' shows mean
I got a nigga
buyin' 10 in
Atlanta Georgia
I got a nigga
buyin' 20 in
Miami Florida
I got niggaz
world wide
up on the
Sky pager
I told these
niggaz King P
was somethin' major
You gots to do
what you gotta do
to make yo' money
don't let nobody
bring ya' down
money makes the world go 'round uh
money makes the world go 'round uh
You gots to do
what you gotta do
to make yo' money
don't let nobody
bring ya' down
money makes the world go 'round uh
money makes the world go 'round uh
Everytime I look around
these niggaz tryna' down me
but they act like hoes
they come around me
talkin' 'bout what's up P
on a niggaz dick
I treat them jealous ass niggaz
like a jealous bitch
them niggaz talk mo' shit
than them hoes do
instead of actin' like
a nigga supposed to
supposed to be my fried
but 'stead they talk behind my back
say my shit it the bomb
but when I leave it's wack
It's fucked up how these niggaz
try to front me
if it wasn't fa' me
this shit would be
country
I put the Ville
on the muthaphukkin map
since a nigga made a tape
now every nigga wants to rap
them niggaz ought to thank me
and give me my props
cause they hate to see
a young nigga
reach the top
I'm the nigga in charge
rollin' in six-fo'
big dope deala' was a hit
in the nine-fo
CHORUS:
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
just leave me alone just leave me alone
Somebody said this
is all a nigga hear
they said ninety-fo'
was a fucked up year
shit was kinda fun
when it first began
but when a nigga
reached fame
I lost my friends
niggaz got jealous
said I fucked they bitch
put salt on my name
sayin' I ain't got shit
so fuck what them nigga hoes say
they can't stop me
they talk mo' shit
but 'stead of mo' jockin' me
so why these niggaz
can't leave me alone
just leave me alone
until I'm dead and gone
so why you fuck wit' me
I don't fuck wit' you
cause I don't give a fuck
about what you do
when a nigga was broke
you payed me no mind
now I hear them niggaz
talk about me
all the time
so keep my muthaphukkin name nigga
out yo' mouth
and don't talk about a nigga
you don't know about
cause bitch you don't know me
and I don't know you
so quit fuckin' wit' me
cause I ain't fuckin' wit' you
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
just leave me alone just leave me alone
niggaz got hot
when I signed to a
major label
now I'm puttin' out hits
on Street Flava
cause when I
first came out
with the fullest
number one record
Hittin' Like a Bullet
when I blew up
shit did't stop
Rude Awakening was fallen
and Boogie was shot
Poppa J came out
with 3 Hots in a Cop
it goes on and on
and it just don't stop
we're makin' hits after hits
and them jealous muthaphukkas
wanna ride on 'dis
but when we blew up
'dem niggaz felt
silly do'
worse than them hoes
tryna' get in the video
they kept sayin' that
my peoples was fuckin' me
but 'stead mo' tryna
sign wit' da company
wit' 'dem wack ass raps
wit' the fucked up beats
but they're the
same muthaphukkaz
that fuck wit' me
cause makin' hits
ain't hard to do
you was fuckin' wit' me
so now
I'm fuckin' wit' you
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
Why these niggaz keep fuckin' wit' me
just leave me alone just leave me alone