Strike! may refer to:
Plot
In this tension-packed thriller, brothers Mike and Tre set out in search of better lives, trying to leave their demons behind for good. After being released from prison for a crime he didn't commit, Mike's only care in the world is to protect his young daughter from an unforgiving ex. But the justice that awaits him on the streets is far worse than anything Mike had experienced in prison. His older brother Tre begrudgingly agrees to one last "delivery", attempting to free Mike and his new girlfriend from the grips of the criminal underworld. What transpires is a wild misadventure where multiple lives unknowingly intersect, and where decisions are made that will haunt everyone forever.
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A young California surfer, Wayne Montgomery, gets framed on phony drug charges and thrown into a Peruvian political prison for communist dissidents in 1980. Wayne encounters a series of eccentric and dangerous characters in prison who compel him to grow up in a hurry and find a way to escape. Based on a true story.
Keywords: bullying, friendship-between-men, male-nudity, prison, surfer
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Bobedi, is a member of Johannesburg's new black business elite. Returning home from celebrating a promotion with his wife, Joy, he finds an intruder waiting for them in their home. The masked man seems to know Bobedi personally and shoots Joy in front of him. Bobedi is shattered, but not surprised. Before he took on the trappings of success, he had lived a violent life. When the police fail to pursue his wife's murderer vigorously enough, Bobedi enlists his brother Boy-Boy to help him track down the killer.
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A vicious corporation tries to kill and starve the last remaining habitants of the Bronx in order to build their own high-rise developments. A lone long-haired, hot-tempered warrior, Trash, is his only obstacle. Trash, a psychopathic bomb-maker and his equally psychopathic preschool son and an annoying activist help him out by kidnapping "the President" (of the corporation), a Richard Dreyfuss look-alike. Henry Silva plays another psychopath, this one on the side of the corporations. A favorite movie of Mystery Science Theater 3000 series.
Keywords: anti-hero, bad-guy, battle, blood, blood-splatter, bomb, borough-name-in-title, boss, brutality, bullet-ballet
The first to die were the lucky ones!
Floyd Wrangler: No sugar you idiot! How many times do I have to tell you, no sugar! It makes me CRAZY!
Moon Grey: And the GC Corporation sucks!
Trash's Father: Who the hell wants to move to New Mexico?
Dablone: No one will sit on a john... full of dynamite.
[Clark's attempt to escape ends with him staring down the barrel of Strike's shotgun]::Strike: You try that again and you'll look like a tea strainer.::President Clark: A hostage is no good dead. I must be worth something, if they're going through all that much fuss topside.::Trash: Then you know who to root for, right mister fucking Clark? Cause if we make it, so do you.
Strike: [about the kidnapping plan] Hey wait a minute, wait a minute, what's in it for me?::Moon Grey: That's simple. If they want their president back, they have to put things back the way the were.::Trash: The Bronx will be back in the hands of the gangs, which means you'll go back to being the number one man for all the big robberies. Instead of hiding out down here, scratching your balls.::Strike: Hah! I like scratching my balls.
President Clark: You're worse than they are, Mr. Wrangler.::Floyd Wrangler: Allow me to correct you, Mr. Clark - I'm worse than anyone.
Junior: Boom!
Junior: Pow!
Jay: If they see us, we've had it!
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In the midst of some friendly horseplay on their "Flying R" ranch, the Range Busters, Crash Corrigan, Dusty King and Alibi Terhune, are sobered by the arrival of a buckboard bearing their old friend Larry Meadows and his niece Dorrie Willard. Meadows seeks their aid against a gang of outlaws terrorizing his town. Ernie Willard, Dorrie's brother, has been taken in by Tex Laughlin who is using the Willard ranch as an undercover for his real occupation as a member of a gang of outlaws led by Tim Douglas, a supposed friend of the Willards.
Keywords: 1880s, actor-shares-first-name-with-character, actor-shares-last-name-with-character, ambush, arizona, arrest, b-movie, b-western, bandit, bartender
PIRACY ON THE PRAIRIE Till Rangebuster Guns Start Dealing Death And Destruction! (original one-sheet poster)
RANGLE LAW...WRITTEN IN LEAD! By the FASTEST ACTIONEERS of the WEST! (original poster)
THE RANGE BUSTERS SHOOT STRAIGHT...BUT TO KILL (original poster - all caps)
Elmer, Alibi's dummy: Alibi, come here.::Alibi Terhune: What's bothering you, Elmer?::Elmer, Alibi's dummy: Who's going to take that money to the stage office?::Alibi Terhune: Well, I am, I reckon.::Elmer, Alibi's dummy: That's what I was afraid of. You better take me along to protect you.
Des british aux niakouées jusqu'aux filles de Perse
J'ai tiré les plus belles filles de la terre
Hélas l'amour est délétère
Comme l'éther et les popers
De mon buncoeur j'ai abaissé la herse
Sarrasine je crains les invasions la der
Des ders dur dur affaire
Classée à la solitude aujourd'hui je m'exerce
Après avoir connu des fortunes diverses
Blondes brunettes red heads platines châtain clair
En moi-même je me dis qu'il serait peut-être préférable de faire
L'amour en allongeant quelques sesterces
De Jane au gin peut-être est-ce l'inverse
Je me suis pété la gueule au ginger
Ale sait qu'au bout du compte je m'en irai amer
Empoisonné tel le roi de Perse Artaxerxès
Strike, strike, strike, strike, strike, strike,
Strike, strike, strike, strike,
Des british aux niakouées jusqu'aux filles de Perse,
J'ai tiré les plus belles filles de la terre,
Helas l'amour est délétère, comme l'ether et les popers
Strike, strike, strike, strike, strike, strike,
Strike, strike, strike, strike,
De mon bunker j'ai abaissé la herse
Sarrasine je crains les invasions de la der des ders dur dur, affaire
classée,
La solitude aujourd'hui je m'exerce.
Strike, strike, strike, strike, strike, strike,
Strike, strike, strike, strike,
Après avoir connu des fortunes diverses,
Blondes brunettes, red heads, platines chatain clair,
En moi-même je me dis qu'il serait peut être
Preferable de faire l'amour en allongeant quelques sesterces.
Strike, strike, strike, strike, strike, strike,
Strike, strike, strike, strike,
De Jane ou Gin, peut être est ce l'inverse,
Je me suis pété la gueule au ginger
Ale sait qu'au bout du compte,
Je m'en irai amer empoisonné,
Tel le roi de Perse Artaxerces.
Strike, strike, strike, strike, strike, strike,
the division of society into two separate classes
there are those of us who work and we make up the masses
slaving for the corporations raking in the profit
someone's got to take a stand, someones got to stop it
organize discontent and strike against the system
that oppresses you and depreciates the value of our work
realize what is meant, cause you don't really need them
underestimate thepower of peole who have been hurt
unite and you will find that strength is truly found in numbers
and you possess the power ot destroy those that you work under
their machine won't operate unless it has an operator
we're unknowingly convicted to a life of hard labor
they don't care about you, your best interests aren't in mind
they're concerened with capital broadening class lines
broken by the bastards that regulate your wages
poverty is our crime and employment is our cage
its 1998 and the time has come to order
the rich are getting richer
while the poor are getting poorer
economic warfare, but the ones who did this
turn the table on survival of the fittest
we're gonna pull the red carpet out from under their feet
we're gonna pull the red carpet out from under their feet
we're gonna pull the red carpet out from under their feet
we're gonna pull the red carpet out from under their feet
the division of society into two separate classes
there are those of us who work and we make up the masses
slaving for the corporations raking in the profit
someone's got to take a stand, someones got to stop it
organize discontent and strike against the system
that oppresses you and depreciates the value of our work
realize what is meant, cause you don't really need them
underestimate thepower of peole who have been hurt
unite and you will find that strength is truly found in numbers
and you possess the power ot destroy those that you work under
their machine won't operate unless it has an operator
we're unknowingly convicted to a life of hard labor
they don't care about you, your best interests aren't in mind
they're concerened with capital broadening class lines
broken by the bastards that regulate your wages
poverty is our crime and employment is our cage
its 1998 and the time has come to order
the rich are getting richer
while the poor are getting poorer
economic warfare, but the ones who did this
turn the table on survival of the fittest
we're gonna pull the red carpet out from under their feet
we're gonna pull the red carpet out from under their feet
we're gonna pull the red carpet out from under their feet
we're gonna pull the red carpet out from under their feet
STRIKE!
I've seen the lightning
Can't wait for the thunder to roar
This is my battle
For honor and glory will soar
Afraid of my name
They shatter with pain
The army of horror
Is getting them all
Strike - and take no prisoners
Strike - holier than thou
Strike - without exception
Strike - holier than thou
With hate and anger
We're standing to counter revenge
There is no mercy
Consistently in every sense
Opponents beware
There's nothing to share
Afraid of my name
You'll shatter with pain
Strike - and take no prisoners
Strike - holier than thou
Strike - without exception
Strike - holier than thou
Invasion rolls
We're taking all over
With heart and soul
We'll stand our man
Strike - and take no prisoners
Strike - holier than thou
Strike - without exception
[Chorus:]
Get on strike!
When the bastards take you up at the station.
Questions hole into your head.
They wanna name you detailed information.
While they're treating you like shit.
When you got the boot at home, get dressed up.
Give 'em bollocks, crop your hair.
And when they try to rip you off in the classroom,
STRIKE!
(c'mon c'mon)
STRIKE!
(c'mon)
STRIKE!
(c'mon c'mon)
STRIKE!
(c'mon)
Carl Crack Verse:
Can you feel me? (hanin screams)
race thru your body?
can you feel me
race thru your body
acclerating the muscles (c'mon)
at times, especially when she's low
she's alternatively human
like my mind!
this is the sound that blows
Hanin Verse:
everything beyond is undercover
new technology crushes you illusion
so scream and forget what's really important!
what idea is thrown up
there's no way i'm not stopping up!
1, 2, 3 4!!
STRIKE!
(c'mon c'mon)
STRIKE!
(c'mon)
STRIKE!
(c'mon c'mon)
STRIKE!
(c'mon)
Strike!
(repeat)
Poison ivy ain't nothin'
By the time it gets to you
Been stung by forty bees
So the lotion just won't do
Hey big brother don't you have a mother
To wash the blood from your hands
You gotta say no way
I ain't gonna play that game
You've gotta strike
For a reason
You've gotta strike
For the right
You've gotta strike
For emotion
You've gotta strike
To be free
'Cause he's a CIA agent
And he's always on your tail
But if you know how to shake him
He won't be your living hell
Gotta see the money's real
They'll say they love you
Behind your back they'll steal
Hey big brother don't you have a mother
To wash the blood from your hands
You gotta say no way
I ain't gonna play that game
You've gotta strike
For a reason
You've gotta strike
For the right
You've gotta strike
For emotion
You've gotta strike
To be free
'Cause he's a CIA agent
And he's always on your tail
So be careful where you're walking
He'll be there
(Music:A.Belov / Lyrics:A.Belov)
(3:50)
(1st verse)
Got to excuse NET You shake it up DA
Can't step aside NET When hit is up DA
No one's away NET lt just began DA
Ain't gonna wait NET Move it come on DA
Can't loose your hit NET You loose your mind DA
Can't feel your feet NET Your body's grind DA
Got no control NET Your bosy's choose DA
But don't blow it up NET You've got the fuse DA
(B part)
Come on come on you stop my heart baby baby
Come on come on you strike so hard baby yeah
(Chorus)
STRIKE STRIKE THE WAY YOU LIKE
(2nd verse)
Can't get away NET Stuck to the beat DA
Can't get it stopped NET Slave to the rhythm DA
Can't get enough NET Hungry to move DA
You strike to my heart NET When you've got a groove DA
(B part:)
(Chorus:)
(C part)
Cool it down you sweet thing come on cool it down
Your body craves of a cooling rain you've got that flame
Break it out
No way you can fake it's gotta stay
Break it out
Need no fake need no feint gotta give more gain
Break it out
If you play the only way
When you need more you give more you get more
(Chorus:)
Interference in my plans
Has come from an unpredicted source
Construction of the number 2 is off schedule
Ouodo's performance lacks
His mind is incapable of focus
For a female has penetrated his cognitivity
My age and strength are weakening, as i've traveled so far and hard
He is the key to my immortal plunge
This distraction could put us back years and years
I won't live long enough, thus something shall be done
The girl must die
Upon myself, I place this task
Into her lair this night
Her throat will open and flow with young blood
Always an oversight
The blade hovers, yet no contact is made
Could it be that I suffer
From the same weakness as my disciple?
Contact is finally made
However, it is not from the knife
Oddly, there is no resistance (typical)
After I left, there was a horrible flow
Of energies in transfer that i've never known
(Surely) Ouodo could feel these also
The girl would be killed
My action has created the opposite of the desired effect
The Germans have established a system of interstellar travel
Light-years away, a planet is being colonized by humans
Transports use the fuel, mined in this region
To propel these immense vessels of sanctuary
Ouodo will board one to escape the family
Who will hunt him down for the murder of that whore
I watch a craft take off
Now shattered, my place is lost
My age and my health
I must compromise with machinery
Depression soon sets in
My half completed structure lies dormant
I watch the lights on my new body
Which should allow me to exist for a while longer
With the power i've painstakingly attained
My work must now proceed
Although at a far slower pace
Ouodo's brother, Reddohba, takes over the labour
The situation is critical.
Evacuate, alarm, strapped down and still.
Flicked switched will detonate;
Causing me no harm till I'm cut to size.
I call to memory times I
Hold you down like that.
Does anyone believe it's me
That I'm trying to rescue?
There's something like a void I feel,
And I'm dying to tell you.
The situation is critical.
Evacuate, alarm, strapped down and still.
Flicked switched will detonate;
Causing me no harm till I'm cut to size.
I call to memory times I
Hold you open.
Does anyone believe it's me
That I'm trying to rescue?
There's something like a void I feel,
And I'm dying to tell you.
It's causing us no harm,
So hold me open, calm me down
rollin' in my ride i saw my brother's girl christina
she said that there gon' be a party down at christie's
later.
feelin' all laid out and so confused i told her we'd be there by two.
so i pulled up at the party just like everyone.es sgarapuch sguci-ha gama tailo.
when i saw him he was so damn fine i knew i had to make him mine. so its ia deal.
and my baby gives it real.he knows exactly how i feel.
yes, i'm in love.
he's a roughneck nigga' fight for independence.
aye, and he gets me such a-high.
i aint got nothin' here to hide.
yes, i'm in love .
The situation is critical.
Evacuate, alarm, strapped down and still.
Flicked switched will detonate;
Causing me no harm till I'm cut to size.
I call to memory times I
Hold you down like that.
Does anyone believe it's me
That I'm trying to rescue?
There's something like a void I feel,
And I'm dying to tell you.
The situation is critical.
Evacuate, alarm, strapped down and still.
Flicked switched will detonate;
Causing me no harm till I'm cut to size.
I call to memory times I
Hold you open.
Does anyone believe it's me
That I'm trying to rescue?
There's something like a void I feel,
And I'm dying to tell you.
It's causing us no harm,
So hold me open, calm me down
Like that.
This burden I bear, I can no longer hide
This anger tears me inside
A rage inflamed consumes my mind
I'll strike the match, set this world to fire.
I'll strike the match
Sickened at the sights that I see every day
In front of my eyes, the fill me with pain
It takes its toll, living that way
You've lost control and so we all pay
Kept quiet for so long in the past
Now it rises too strong and I can't
Hold it back
Ora che mi dai l'amaro nelle vene
ora che mi fai vomitare i miei problemi
ora che non hai + scuse nè abilità
fammi credere nella nostra magia
anima gemella
solamente pugnale d'illusione
solo su di te colpiva perfezione
sola contro te uccido in me la falsità
fammi credere nel nostro potere
anima gemella
e non ho + anima G!
e non ho + anima g
e non ho + anima G!
e non ho + animanimanima G
Ora che mi dai l'amaro nelle vene
ora che mi fai vomitare i miei problemi
ora che non hai + scuse nè abilità
fammi credere nella nostra magia
anima gemella
The path we walk is fading,
Being swallowed by the vermin of this world.
Some seem content with the sewers, and the scraps that they are thrown.
We're here to live, not to linger.
We shall defy, we shall defend,
Our flag, our banner, is life itself.
We are the last, we walk with death.
And we cannot fail.
For vulnerable and weak, is what we are,
But in the blackened spaces between the stars,
We will wait to strike.
Wait to strike, against the end itself.
Focus and courage in our hearts there can be no compromising.
Our only goal must be, to eradicate the poison.
Faced with abyssic storms, the blackened winds of Armageddon.
We can't just stand here, And watch our disappearance.
Once here stood a proud people, Those who held its heritage so high.
We stood with strength and valor, And not as cornered rats, forced to
fight.
For kinsmen of the past, for the enemies who wait as dust.
Arm yourself with knowledge, before this raging fire consumes us.
With ancient wisdom, As an instrument of progression,
The folk of old respected, our lineage protected.
Stay a strong foundation, For when the winds of change comes pounding,
Drive the spear of destiny into the black abyss we face.
Drowning in the sands of time, Our identity entombed in ice.
We'd die before we're conquered, We'd die before we're conquered.
To sustain and strengthen those beyond, is our purpose.
For we demand ascension, lets take back what is ours.
With ancient wisdom, As an instrument of progression,
The folk of old respected, our lineage protected.
Stay a strong foundation, For when the winds of change comes pounding,