Michael Collins (1996)

Actors

• Paul Bennett (actor)
• Paraic Breathnach (actor)
• Conor Breen (actor)
• Laura Brennan (actor)
• Claude Clancy (actor)
• Tony Clarkin (actor)
• Michael Collins (actor)
• Denis Conway (actor)
• Colm Coogan (actor)
• Charles Dance (actor)
• Liam De Staic (actor)
• Malcolm Douglas (actor)
• Michael Dwyer (actor)
• Michael James Ford (actor)
• Barry Barnes (actor)

Genres

• Biography
• Drama
• Thriller
• War

Taglines:

Ireland, 1916. His dreams inspired hope. His words inspired passion. His courage forged a nation's destiny.
An epic tale of passion and destiny.

Quotes:

Michael Collins: Give *us* the future, we've had enough of your past. Give us back our country, to live in , to grow in, to love.

Michael Collins: There was a man in west Cork who proposed to five sisters.::Kitty Kiernan: I suppose they all refused.::Michael Collins: Then the father died and he proposed to the mother.::Kitty Kiernan: Are you trying to tell me something?::Michael Collins: I was working up to a proposal.

[Michael Collins arrives at the ceremony to take down the British flag]::British officer: You're seven minutes late, Mr. Collins.::Michael Collins: You've kept us waiting 700 years. You can have your seven minutes.

[as the British flag comes down]::Michael Collins: So that's what all the bother was about.

Michael Collins: There is one weapon that the British cannot take away from us: we can ignore them.

Kitty Kiernan: So which one of you gunslingers is going to ask me to dance?

Harry Boland: What happens next time?::Michael Collins: Next time, Harry, we won't play by their rules. We'll invent our own!

Lincoln prison chaplain: I can't understand your politics, but I appreciate your integrity.

Michael Collins: I want peace and quiet. I want it so much I'd die for it.

Michael Collins: I hate them for making hate necessary, and I'll do what I can to end it.

Der irische Freiheitskampf (1969)

Actors

• O.A. Buck (actor)
• Fritz Haneke (actor)
• Martin Hirthe (actor)
• Günther Jerschke (actor)
• Hermann Kiessner (actor)
• Robert Meyn (actor)
• Paul Neuhaus (actor)
• Joachim Rake (actor)
• Hans Schellbach (actor)
• Friedrich Schütter (actor)
• Norbert Skalden (actor)
• Otto Stern (actor)
• Curt Timm (actor)
• Karl Michael Vogler (actor)
• Andrea Grosske (actress)

Genres

• History

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Nervous Breakdown - Patrick Moraz
• Love-hate-sun-rain-you - Patrick Moraz
• Like A Child In Disguise - Patrick Moraz
• Intermezzo - Patrick Moraz
• Incantation (procession) - Patrick Moraz
• Impact - Patrick Moraz
• Descent - Patrick Moraz
• Silver Screen - Patrick Moraz
• Out In The Sun - Patrick Moraz
• Warmer Hands - Patrick Moraz
• The Storm - Patrick Moraz
• Symphony In The Space - Patrick Moraz
• Dancing Now - Patrick Moraz
• Best Years of Our Lives - Patrick Moraz

You never seem to finish
What you started out to say
Is this a nervous breakdown
Coming up my way
It's simple and anaemic
You have tumbled, now you're down
Everything has broken up
And our friends don't come around
Let me open your horizons
Let me widen in your eyes
You sank me when I anchored
You take me by surprise
Call me when you're lonely
Ae can always compromise
You don't own me but I love you
I love what's in your eyes
You never seem to finish
What you started out to say
Is this a nervous breakdown
Coming up my way
I'm charmed and alarmed
By the pace of it all
You give me angry reaction
And no place to fall
Call me when you're lonely
We can always compromise
You don't own me but I love you

Hey!
I'm taking the train in the morning
They told me to get out of here
My engine is steaming
You know what I mean
I don't know where I'm gonna go
But I already know that I'm going there
Ah, ah, ah
Go, go, go
I said smoke is coming right out of your ears
Puffing, smoking and steaming
Rock on, yeah
My engine is burning
Love Hate Sun Rain You
Celebrate in the sun, in the rain, in the love, don't be late
My engine is steaming, like I said before, oh yeah
I know where I'm going

Think that today
I'll go down by the sea
Think that today -
It was made for me.
Pack myself a lunch
And I will pack myself ahead
All today is Saturday
I'll spend Sunday in bed.
And I'm so glad
That you've decided to come
You won't regret it
As we lunch in the sun.
IÍm the loser, but I
Know how to play the game
Couldn't she see that I'm a
Child in disguise
Experience makes the
Child grow wise
Here I am stuck in the middle with you.
You give me rest and no complaints.
Drawing little boxes
On pieces of paper
Looking out the window
On this rainy day
Head in hands
And with nothing to say
But - I'm the loser and I
Know how I played that game
And I think that I lost it
When all I wanted to do
Was touch you
I suppose you didn't
Think that much of me
Couldn't she see that I'm a
Child in disguise -
Experience makes the
Child grow wise.
Off to work tomorrow
Same old week
Still there's always Saturday -
Saturday
Saturday makes the week.
Saturday makes the week.
Saturday makes the week.
Saturday makes the week.
Saturday makes the week.

The Intermezzo is a neo-baroque piece of music for piano, 2 females'
voices, one on the left in French, the other on the right in English...
ANOTHER DOG
Hear the joker
Now his times run dry
And another dog
Has hit the dust
And smiling all the way
Has travelled here at last to cry
"My youth is far behind me -
But my mind is still alive"
REFLECTION
Moi je suis la voix de l'eau de la
Bulle iris"e de l'univers,
Et je me demande qui va vers
La destin"e de l'au-delÃ
Bulle iris"e de l'infini
The French is the non-ordinary reality, the English is the reality...
Then after the solo piano passage, all the "orchestra" takes over,
composed of mellotrons, ARPs, orchestra, 12 string guitar, double bass
and piano. The electric section with drums, el. guitar and electric

After the general "ralentendo" (slowing down), which is played and not realised artificially with a machine, there is a funeral ceremony in the jungle. A "Macumba" chant is heard, coming from the background. These are the words of the "Macumba" chant which, in this case, is an incantation to the Gods of the sea: authentic traditional YEMANJA OGUM

Located on a plateau, surrounded by a jungle of strange vegetation and
animals, stands a building, i.
An "hotel", offering to people of all creeds, colours and sexes the
realisation of their impossible dreams, people united only in search of
the ultimate experience.
i stands for initiation, identity, idealism, integration, illumination,
immortality, infinity...
The building is controlled by a sphere hovering overhead, within which
is stored all information on the emotions, sentiments and sensations of
all the people in the various rooms.
From all over the world people are attracted to this centre. The bait
is the possibility of experiences way beyond normal existence... they
are offered the fulfilment of all their dreams, all their hopes, all
their secret ambitions and desires. And they flock in, the disappointed,
those who have realised that any hope of development and personal
fulfilment in the outside world is forever gone, that their futures are
as barren as their boring presents.
The only price is the same as the reward: -life itself. For if, after
careful screening, the applicant is allowed to take part in the various
ñgamesî on the different floors -after he has continued through his own
idealised situations he will die. This has been, until this story
starts, irrevocable.
However, there is a key -a key which so far has not been found -a
possibility of escape.
After he has entered the building, the searcher can only go up. He must
rise through sensations of ever increasing magnitude, artificial
situations of greater and greater challenge. Some, despite the
delicately beneficial manoeuvring of the omniscient sphere, which can
slightly aid when difficulties become too great, surpass the abilities
of the individual. However, he MUST rise, conquering all obstacles,
learning his own final limits, and he can never turn back. He sets his
own pace for the ascent, it may take years for the completion of the
course, but there is only one direction for him.
All the while his progress, his feelings, everything he does and is, is
monitored by the overhead globe -each despair, when the problems seem
insurmountable, each surge of triumph over a victory, his pains, his
lusts, his pleasures, his ecstasies, are recorded, electronically
stored, and the best sensations transmitted for the most popular
entertainment of the rest of the world.
And, seven times each year, the winners of the floors, those who have
successfully completed the course, are pushed out onto the diving board
by the attendants, to plunge in a few minutes the distance it has taken
years to mount.
The ground onto which the bodies fall is transparent, and reduces every
body instantly to its component atoms. Below, stretching deep beneath
the earth, is another, similar building, like a reflection of the one
towering above. There, the reconstituted diver will experience the
inverse of the previous conditions.
Somewhere, sometime in the building a man and a woman meet and fall in
love, deeply, truly, completely. Sometimes they go through the games and
tests together, sometimes they are separated, sometimes during the games
they are paired with others, sometimes they compete with each other -but
always they are in love, and they are determined that their final
sacrifice shall be together. So they rise, and approach the top.
The days of sacrifice, the payment of the ultimate price, life, are
always popular. People gather to watch their favourite heroes, whose
developments have been recorded and electronically relayed for so long,
to take the final step... the end of illusion. But on this particular
day all the world waits for the final episode in the love story they
have been witnessing for so long, as never before have two people
together reached the top. The pair link hands and walk over the crowds,
along a narrow plank. Every touch of apprehension, all their mutual
adoration and deep feeling of love for each other, is amplified and
relayed to the attentive millions. At the very end of the diving board,
they look once at each other and take the final step.
And the crowd watches in awe, as the two figures, already dwarfed by
distance, rise from the end of the board and, carried by their love,

Opening of side 2 (in the original vynil Long Play format) tends to
represent the intensity, the trepidation of life inside the building and
eventually the death of one of the participants. The funeral takes part
in the next track.
Intense electronic feel from the keyboards while guitar, bass and drums
are playing accents against the sinthesizer which sounds like a human
voice (or a steel guitar). All the electronic sounds are done with
polymoog, mini and micromoog + arp 2600 through DPM sequencer but played

Used to watch them on the silver screen
Every time I could
Waiting on the rainy line with a friend
Oh, the thrill as the lights went dim
The people go quiet and the show begin
Yes, we are ready to take it all in
Oh, the leading lady
Driving me crazy
I will dream of you forever more
Sit yourself right here beside me
Holding hands and smiling quietly
I will never feel the same again

That's all I need
As we set our sails
Those dancing feet
Singing vapour trails
I don't know if I'm wrong or right
All I know is that I'm happy tonight
Sitting here with a happy smile on my face
This is the last resting place
When I'm out in the sun I feel like I should
It's what I need in my life
You must have come from somewhere good
I can tell - by the twinkle in your eye
That's all I need
When you play with my head
You keep me dancing

A sorcery of light and shade
Goes ringing on inside
Fallen like an angel
Crying out with pride
Melancholy -menacing
Waiting for survivors
IÍm not the one to cry
They can't all be liars
Cold hearts -colder days
Wait for the storm
In the instrumental passage after the first set of lyrics, the lead
instrument is a Minimoog. Four different types of voices in "Wait for

After the opening of the "doors" of the "hotel" (symbolic doors of
course). Passage of transition before the Baiao. No synthesizers in this
section. Only acoustic effects, except the electronic use of real water

Then, the last moments; suspended in the air the two lovers slowly
disappear, leaving behind them the micro-world they've been in, flying
away, carried by their love, their Macro-love, on the frontier of
immortality and infinity.
*... After the final exposition of the main theme played by polymoogs,
minimoogs, etc. which is in fact a reminiscence of the theme of "Best
years of our lives" interpreted in a basic Macumba rythm, with all the

Back to life and reality after a brief natural reacceleration. This is
one of the tracks which has been recorded "live" in Brasil in one take
(1st part).
The beginning of the song before the entry of vocals is played by piano,
percussions, el. piano, slide guitar dialoguing with an ARP and Moog and
the electric guitar before the bass and drums and vocals. First part is
spacey Funky, then the 4 breaks before heavy riff in C when percussions
disappear.
DANCING NOW
Watch the doorman
As he rubs at his hands
Grimly stamps his feet
Looking down the street.
Tables and bibles
Hookers line the wall
Whisky glasses -
And darkness in the hall.
Let me take you in my arms
And treat you like a child
Women and lovers
Reckless and wild
As you light the way ahead
With the beacon of your smile
Love is in reunion
Now IÍve understood your style
And we are changing -
Feels so strange
To be dancing now.
Slipping sideways
I can't look down
Heart turns over
While we fool around.
There's nothing new
Except what has been forgotten.
There's nothing new
Except what's been forgotten.
Curiously restless
We looked at the wall
Then at the ceiling
While out in the hall.
There's nothing new
Except what's been forgotten.
There's nothing new
Except what's been forgotten.
Slipping sideways
I can't look down
Heart turns over
While we fool around.
How could you
When I'm really shining
Rip this heart
In its silver lining.
But I'm Fred Astaire
And I really don't care

Love song with a very spacey introduction welcoming the raise of the sun
and the warmth of the universe!!!
Piano cello and strings are featured here as well as the voices. The
piano solo in the middle tends to represent through its special sound
(not one piano through ADT, but 2 overdubbed) the duality of the sense
of the lyrics. The very last notes of the song, are the beginning notes
of the other side in relevant key.
BEST YEARS OF OUR LIVES
Morning will break
When we awake
Oh, I'll - thank you for asking
We are passing through
The best years of our lives
Different vices
Overrun me
When I'm down
And I can't get up
Is someone there
To pick up the pieces?
We have our lives
And in our eyes
Nothing is wasted
For there's no time
To throw away -
Another day -
Finally running
We have the feeling
Nothing will change
Or try to tear us apart
Oh I need you -
Yes I need you -
I need you in the morning
Different vices - they
Try to break me
When I'm up
I just can't get down
And there you are -
You have picked up the pieces
Morning has broken
And as we wake
Oh I thank you for saying
Oh I need you -
Yes I need you