Plot
It is a sunny morning and Buttercup McDumpling, the clown is performing in a park. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot get the attention of the pedestrians. When Emily, a young, dreamy girl, enters the park Buttercup falls deeply in love with her. He tries his best performance and clown tricks to win her over. Just as the clown seems to have caught Emily's heart, Jacques-Apollo du Beep, the mime cast an invisible rope to attract Emily to his show.
Plot
Based on the true life experiences of poet Jimmy Santiago Baca, the film focuses on half-brothers Paco and Cruz, and their bi-racial cousin Miklo. It opens in 1972, as the three are members of an East L.A. gang known as the "Vatos Locos", and the story focuses on how a violent crime and the influence of narcotics alter their lives. Miklo is incarcerated and sent to San Quentin, where he makes a "home" for himself. Cruz becomes an exceptional artist, but a heroin addiction overcomes him with tragic results. Paco becomes a cop and an enemy to his "carnal", Miklo.
Keywords: 1970s, 1980s, accordion, african-american, art-competition, art-gallery, artificial-leg, artist, aryan-brotherhood, aunt-nephew-relationship
An epic story of three brothers. Bound by blood. Divided by fate. Driven by destiny.
Cruz: For 10 years, I've been star-trekking through the Twilight Zone.
Cruz: You think you used your brotherhood up like a shot of tequila?
Miklo Velka: When you expect nothing and get everything, that's destiny.
Prison Librarian: Cocaine is America's cup of coffee.
Montana: You speak Spanish huero, so do parrots.
Popeye: Hey, Cinderella, go find yourself a fella, you're on the clock bitch and midnight is coming, you got the wrong man.
Popeye: She looks a little Bowlegged to me Al.
Miklo: I may be white from the outside, but I'm brown on the inside, TO THE BONE.
Montana: What do you want?::Miklo: I thought you wanted it.::Montana: What?::Miklo: My chop.::Montana: I don't want his pork chop. [grabs apple from Milko's tray] I want his life.
Paco: You should not have done that to my brother, Cruzito, ese! Know what I mean jellybean? You wanna dance? I know a tune, that's gonna stick and cut.::[slashes spider across cheek]
Plot
After Billy, Fuzzy and Jeff are rescued from a hanging by mysterious strangers, the countryside if terrorized by three men, posing as Billy, Fuzzy and Jeff. Sheriff Masters puts Billy and his pals on the trail of the impostors. The trail leads to Mesa City, an outlaw town run by Jim Stanton, under whose orders, three killers, Montana, Pete and Curly, have been robbing and murdering, disguised as Billy and his two sidekicks. Billy brings in the impostors but they are released by crooked-judge Clarke. Stanton makes henchman Red Barton the new sheriff, with orders to get Billy. Again assuming their disguises, Montana, Pete and Curly rob the stagecoach. And Billy, Fuzzy and Jeff have to begin again in the process of clearing their own names.
Keywords: 1880s, ambush, arrest, barroom, billy-the-kid-series, brawl, character-name-in-title, cigarette-smoking, crooked-judge, crooked-lawyer
They Foolishly Tried To Match Bullets With "The Kid"!
HIS TOMBSTONE WAS SET...But Billy Refused To Die!!
[reading a wanted poster which accuses Billy, Fuzzy and Jeff of crimes they didn't commit]::Billy 'The Kid' Bonney: They'll be accusing us of starting the Civil War next.
Fuzzy Jones: Keep your hand away from that gun. Make one move and you'll wake up playin' a harp.
Montana (i/mɒnˈtænə/) is a state in the Western United States. The western third of Montana contains numerous mountain ranges. Smaller "island ranges" are found in the central third of the state, for a total of 77 named ranges that are part of the Rocky Mountains. This geographical fact is reflected in the state's name, derived from the Spanish word montaña (mountain). Montana has several nicknames, none official, including: "Big Sky Country" and "The Treasure State", and slogans that include "Land of the Shining Mountains" and more recently, "The Last Best Place". Montana is the 4th-most extensive, but the 7th-least populous and the 3rd-least densely populated of the 50 United States. The economy is primarily based on services, with ranching, wheat farming, oil and coal mining in the east, and lumber, tourism, and hard rock mining in the west. Millions of tourists annually visit Glacier National Park, the Little Bighorn Battlefield National Monument, and three of the five entrances to Yellowstone National Park.
I might be movin' to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of
Dental Floss
Raisin' it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
That I can sell uptown
By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Well I just might grow me some bees
But I'd leave the sweet stuff
To somebody else . . . but then, on the other hand Iwould
Keep the wax
N' melt it down
Pluck some Floss
N' swish it aroun'
I'd have me a crop
An' it'd be on top (that's why I'm movin' to Montana)
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon (yes I am)
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune
I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
That's growin' on the prairie
Pluckin' the floss!
I plucked all day an' all nite an' all
Afternoon . . .
I'm ridin' a small tiny hoss
(His name is MIGHTY LITTLE)
He's a good hoss
Even though
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
Any way
I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
Even if you think it is a little silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I'm gonna find me a horse
Just about this big,
An' ride him all along the border line
With a
Pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand
By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Well I might
Ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin'
In the moon-lighty night
And then I'd
Get a cuppa cawfee
N' give my foot a push . . .
Just me 'n the pygmy pony
Over the Dennil Floss Bush
N' then I might just
Jump back on
An' ride
Like a cowboy
Into the dawn to Montana
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
[Instrumental]
In the state of Montana,
in the Year of the Ford,
Nineteen hundred & fifty-four,
people are leaving,
they're driving all night.
Women are crying,
they're frozen in lights.
And we roll on the river.
Our river is black.
Our river is deep.
Headlights & moonlight,
a space full of grief.
Secrets and heartaches must carry the load.
The heart of the thing is the thing we don't know.
And we roll out the barrels.
Lo & behold, the night is too long.
Anchored in heartache,
afraid of the dawn,
nobody changes.
The truth is all gone.
Bosses say, Everybody must go.
If I were a tree standing silent in the forest
Or a star shining softly in the night
If I were an old fencepost by the road in old Montana
Or if I was a watercolor cloud painted on a sanguine
Would you stop and say there is the one who loves me
There is the one who'll always know my name
Or would you pass me by and never wonder why
You only hear the thunder not the words I love you
whispering in the rain
If I were an old man playing songs on my piano
Just an old man hopin that one day my name might shine
in lights
In a motel by the side of the road in old Montana
Just an old man wondering how your love had passed me
Would you stop and say there's the one who loves me
There's the one who'll always know my name
Or would you pass me by and never wonder why
You only hear the thunder not the words I love you
whispering in the rain
If I were a song that you heard while you were driving
Just an old familiar song that you heard while you were
driving through the night
On an old and lonely road somewhere in Montana
Oh while the lightning worked its way across the sky
Would you stop and say there's the one who loves me
There's the one who'll always know my name
Or would you pass me by and never wonder why
You only hear the thunder not the words I love you
driving north on 35 heading into the night
the sun's getting easier for me to look at
I've been singing these songs about you Montana
for so long without ever even knowing it
the things that you can't see
if you look you'll find
they'll deliver everything
somewhere somehow I got everything backwards
from the gas tank to the engine
ambition sets the pistons on fire
and when you feel the distance in an empty bed
lord you'll know that you're the woman of a hard working guitar pickin' man
you know my dream has always been
a freight train leaving town
I grew up small town but I always knew I'd get out of that somehow
I'm barely breathing on this stage
but it's keeping me alive
there's nowhere I'd rather be
than on my way home to you tonight
driving north on 35 heading into the night
the suns getting easier for me to look at
maybe Memphis TN, maybe New Orleans
techniques forgot things fall apart
ignore your problems long enough
just like a match it burns you down
my songs compatable with yours
but still you fight your stupid wars
when you could drop your fists down
just out of reach but still i reach
for it and fail - life is a bitch
so now you know why i'm so bitter
so here i am out in the world
i'm shaded blue with undertones of grey
i'll shake it off, i know i can. montana.
i'll take a trip so far away
youll never know wont miss a aday
i'm sure my name wont even cross your mind
then well pretend to make amends
well work it out well remain friends
i'd tell you what but you wont hear. montana.
Panic start it's 8o'clock 28
Mach 10 to get to the school on time
Throw a dress on over my head
Jump in my freedom ride
Fill me up with sound
The [Incomprehensible] sings with me a million smiles an hour
I can see me dancing on my radio
I can hear you singing in the blades of grass
Yellow dandelions on my way to school
Big beautiful sky
Panic start it's just enough, a little, too late
Park calls, I'll not go to school today
Throw a bright pink dress over my red head
Go to Saint Mary's Lake
Fill me up with sound
The [Incomprehensible] sings with me a million smiles an hour
I can see me dancing on my radio
I can hear you singing in the blades of grass
Yellow dandelions on my way to school
Big beautiful sky
I can see me dancing on my radio
I can hear you singing in the blades of grass
Yellow dandelions on my way to school
Big beautiful sky
Oh, fill me up with sound
The [Incomprehensible] sings with me a million smiles an hour
I can see me dancing on my radio
I can hear you singing in the blades of grass
Yellow dandelions on my way to school
Big beautiful sky
I can see me dancing on my radio
I can hear you singing in the blades of grass
Yellow dandelions on my way to school
We thought big 'cause we felt little
And scared the future would leave us behind
We would find joy through acquisition
Those happy days could not be yours or mine
Until
We got it all
Faster than a rabbit gets fucked
Inside we're still us
We acted cheap to gather riches
We took the American Dream to bed
And woke up impotent with sickness
The weight of all the world rests on our empty
Heads
We got it all
What the hell do they mean when they say
"You know, daaaahling,
"Somethings got to give"?
What they don't know
Cannot hurt them
We must tell them
I might be movin' to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of
Dental Floss
Raisin' it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
That I can sell uptown
By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Well I just might grow me some bees
But I'd leave the sweet stuff
To somebody else . . . but then, on the other hand I
would
Keep the wax
'N melt it down
Pluck some Floss
'N swish it aroun'
I'd have me a crop
An' it'd be on top (that's why I'm movin' to Montana)
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon (yes I am)
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune
I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
That's growin' on the prairie
Pluckin' the floss!
I plucked all day an' all nite an' all
Afternoon . . .
I'm ridin' a small tiny hoss
(His name is MIGHTY LITTLE)
He's a good hoss
Even though
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
Any way
I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
Even if you think it is a little silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I'm gonna find me a horse
Just about this big,
An' ride him all along the border line
With a
Pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand
By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Well I might
Ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin'
In the moon-lighty night
And then I'd
Get a cuppa cawfee
'N give my foot a push . . .
Just me 'n the pygmy pony
Over by the Dennil Floss Bush
'N then I might just
Jump back on
An' ride
Like a cowboy
Into the dawn to Montana
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
All the terrible times
we fought for
And all the relevant minds
we thought for, we fell for.
Like all your cannibal kinds
lay down for, lay down now, laid useless
Like all your cannibal kinds
Like all your cannibal kinds
Dead and useless
Like all your cannibal kinds
Like all your cannibal kinds
Dead and useless