Coordinates: 43°36′16″N 1°26′38″E / 43.6045°N 1.444°E / 43.6045; 1.444
Toulouse (French pronunciation: [tuluz] ( listen), locally: [tuˈluzə] ( listen); Occitan: Tolosa [tuˈluzɔ], medieval Tholoza) is a city in the Haute-Garonne department in southwestern France. It lies on the banks of the River Garonne, half-way between the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea, and 590 km (366 mi) away from Paris. With 1,202,889 inhabitants as of 1 January 2008, the Toulouse metropolitan area is the fourth-largest in France, after Paris (12.1 million), Lyon (2.1 million), and Marseille (1.7 million).
Toulouse is the centre of the European aerospace industry, with the headquarters of Airbus, Galileo positioning system, the SPOT satellite system, and CNES's Toulouse Space Centre (CST), the largest space centre in Europe.Thales Alenia Space, and Astrium Satellites, EADS's satellite system subsidiary, also have a significant presence in Toulouse. Its world renowned university is one of the oldest in Europe (founded in 1229) and, with more than 97,000 students, is with Lille the third-largest university campus of France after Paris and Lyon.
Nicky Romero, real name being Nick Rotteveel, born January 6, 1989 in Amerongen, Netherlands, is a 23 year old Dutch DJ and house music composer/producer. He has worked with and received support of his tracks from DJ's such as Hardwell, Tiësto, Fedde Le Grand, David Guetta, and Sander Van Doorn. Arguably his biggest track of 2012 so far has been "Toulouse" which was a mainstay on the Beatport Top Ten for some time . Recognizing his talent, MTV named him an EDM artist to watch in 2012 . His popularity has risen in recent years and has attained a joint residency with David Guetta at party hot spot Ibiza for the summer of 2012 .
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Nicolas Sarkozy (pronounced [ni.kɔ.la saʁ.kɔ.zi] ( listen), born Nicolas Paul Stéphane Sarközy de Nagy-Bocsa; 28 January 1955) is a French politician who served as the 23rd President of the French Republic from 16 May 2007 until 15 May 2012.
Before his presidency, he was leader of the Union for a Popular Movement (UMP). Under Jacques Chirac's presidency he served as Minister of the Interior in Jean-Pierre Raffarin's (UMP) first two governments (from May 2002 to March 2004), then was appointed Minister of Finances in Raffarin's last government (March 2004 to May 2005) and again Minister of the Interior in Dominique de Villepin's government (2005–2007).
Sarkozy was also president of the General council of the Hauts-de-Seine department from 2004 to 2007 and mayor of Neuilly-sur-Seine, one of the wealthiest communes of France from 1983 to 2002. He was Minister of the Budget in the government of Édouard Balladur (RPR, predecessor of the UMP) during François Mitterrand's last term.
In foreign affairs, he promised a strengthening of the entente cordiale with the United Kingdom and closer cooperation with the United States. During his term, he faced the late-2000s financial crisis (followed by the recession and the debt crisis caused by it) and the Arab Spring (especially in Tunisia, Libya, and Syria). He also married Italian-French singer-songwriter Carla Bruni on 2 February 2008 at the Élysée Palace in Paris.
Claude Nougaro (9 September 1929–4 March 2004) was a French songwriter and singer.
Claude Nougaro was born in Toulouse to a respected French opera singer, Pierre Nougaro, and an Italian piano teacher, Liette Tellini. He was raised by his grandparents in Toulouse where he heard Glenn Miller, Édith Piaf and Louis Armstrong (among others) on the radio. In 1947 he failed his baccalaureat and began a career in journalism, writing for various journals including Le Journal des Curistes at Vichy and L'Echo d'Alger. At the same time he wrote songs for Marcel Amont ("Le barbier de Belleville", "Le balayeur du roi") and Philippe Clay ("Joseph", "La sentinelle"). He met Georges Brassens, who became his friend and mentor.
In 1949 he performed his military service in the Foreign Legion at Rabat, Morocco.
He sent his lyrics to Marguerite Monnot, Édith Piaf's songwriter, who put them to music. ("Méphisto", "Le Sentier de la guerre"). He started to sing for a livelihood in 1959 in a Parisian cabaret in Montmartre, the Lapin Agile.
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Mr Dupont is the owner of a prestigious French Restaurant. He is about to propose to the film star, Olivia, and he wants the ring on the dessert. All the ingredients are set on the table but the chef has disappeared. Now is up to Clement, the clumsy apprentice chef, to make it happen.
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Successful business advisor Ellen Collier is attacked by a serial rapist, and becomes frightened and withdrawn after the incident. She begins to regain her confidence with the help of her friends and her new boyfriend Jerry, but a series of events make her suspect Jerry was responsible for the crime.
Keywords: rape, therapy
Ellen: You raped me. Then you lied. And raped me again. And again.
Ellen: What happened?::Det. Duvall: Burglery... She lost a lot of jewelry. Not to mention the house trashed, the cat eviscerated.
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This gritty police drama shows us the underbelly of the Parisian drug trade. Lulu is a tough streetwise narcotics cop who, like a Frank Serpico or a Dirty Harry Callahan, doesn't play by the rules or kowtow to his weak and/or corrupt superiors. Lulu thrives in this violent world, where sheer guts can overcome his squad's deficiencies of money and equipment. Despite the ruthless environment that he lives and works in every day, he still manages somehow to maintain his humanity.
Keywords: cemetery, digit-in-title, drugs, mechanic, number-in-title, paris-france, period-in-title, police, police-car, racism
[last lines]::Lucien 'Lulu' Marguet: Shit, the address. I forgot to ask her for her address.
Cecile: You have no friends, they're all informants.
Lucien 'Lulu' Marguet: We just arrested a member of the major idiots gang, Rasta Deep Shit.
The World's Greatest Lover Never Refuses A Challenge
He Chases Women...Until They Catch Him!
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Retired madame Adelaide Bonfamille enjoys the good life in her Paris villa with even classier cat Duchess and three kittens: pianist Berlioz, painter Toulouse and sanctimonious Marie. When loyal butler Edgar overhears her will leaves everything to the cats until their death, he drugs and kidnaps them. However retired army dogs make his sidecar capsize on the country. Crafty stray cat Thomas O'Malley takes them under his wing back to Paris. Edgar tries to cover his tracks and catch them at return, but more animals turn on him, from the cart horse Frou-Frou to the tame mouse Roquefort and O'Malley's jazz friends.
Keywords: 1910s, anthropomorphic-animal, anthropomorphism, butler, cat, croaking, dancing, dinner, disney-animated-feature, dog
A purr-fectly wonderful new cartoon feature
Meet the cats who know where it's at...for fun, music and adventure!
A tune-filled animated extravaganza.
DIG THESE CATS...and all that JAZZ!
Thomas O'Malley: Humans don't really worry too much about their pets.
Thomas O'Malley: Boy! Your eyes *are* like sapphires.
Marie: Ladies don't start fights, but they can finish them!
Duchess: Berlioz, come back here. Haven't you forgotten something, darling?::Berlioz the Kitten: Thank you, Miss Frou-Frou, for letting me ride on your back.::Frou-Frou the Carriage-Horse: You're quite welcome, young man.::[Berlioz turns to his mama]::Berlioz the Kitten: How was that, Mama?::Duchess: Very good, darling. That was very nice.
Berlioz the Kitten: We were just practicing biting and clawing.::Duchess: Aristocats do not practice biting and clawing, and things like that. It's just horrible.::Toulouse the Orange Kitten: But someday, we might meet a tough alley cat.
Edgar: Morning, Frou-Frou, my pretty steed.::[whispers]::Edgar: Can you keep a secret?::[out loud]::Edgar: Of course you can.::[chuckles]::Edgar: I've some news straight from the horse's mouth. If you'll pardon the expression, of course.
Lafayette: Okay, let's charge!::Napoleon: Wait a minute. I'm the leader! I'm the one that says when we go.::[pause]::Napoleon: Here we go. Charge!
Uncle Waldo: It's outrageous! Why, you won't believe what they tried to do to your poor Uncle Waldo. Look! Look at this!::[reading from menu of Le Petit Cafe]::Uncle Waldo: "Prime Country Goose A la Provencale, stuffed with chestnuts"...? "And basted in white wine." Hic!::Thomas O'Malley: Basted? He's been marinated in it.::Uncle Waldo: Dreadful! Being British, I would've preferred sherry.
Napoleon: It's a motorcycle. Two cylinder. Chain drive. One squeaky wheel, on the front, it sounds like. Now you go for the tires, and I'll go right for the seat of the problem.::Lafayette: How come you always grab the tender part for yourself?::Napoleon: 'Cause I outrank you, that's why. Now, stop beatin' your gums and sound the attack.::[Lafayette barks]::Napoleon: No, that's mess call.::Lafayette: Made a mess of it, huh?::Napoleon: You can be replaced, you know.
[Berlioz has been scared by a frog]::Duchess: Oh, darling. That's only a little frog, my love.::Berlioz the Kitten: But he had a mouth like a "hippolotamus."
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Claude is a young Quebecois journalist living in Montreal. He's alienated and unhappy with contemporary society; he can't change it and at the same time he doesn't want to simply compromise and accept it the way it is. It bothers him that his anglophone, Jewish girlfriend Barbara is less philosophical than he is and is more concerned with her theater career than sharing his concerns about social issues. The tension with Barbara and conflicts with his editors causes Claude to leave the city and travel to a remote cabin in the countryside. There he reflects on his predicament and in his isolation he finds his ties to Barbara gradually loosening...
Keywords: alienation, boyfriend-girlfriend-relationship, cabin, canada, french-canadian, journalist, montréal-quebec-canada, travel
A honeymoon of ecstasy turns into a nightmare... Shock upon shock brings a thrilling, chilling blood-curdling tale to the screen!
In shocking Eastman color
Qu'il est loin mon pays, qu'il est loin, parfois au fond de moi se raniment
L'eau verte du canal du Midi et la brique rouge des Minimes
O mon pais, ô Toulouse, ô Toulouse
Je reprends l'avenue vers l'école
Mon cartable est bourré de coups de poing
Ici, si tu cognes, tu gagnes, ici, même les mémés aiment la castagne
O mon pais, ô Toulouse
Un torrent de cailloux roule dans ton accent
Ta violence bouillonne jusque dans tes violettes
On se traite de con à peine qu'on se traite
Il y a de l'orage dans l'air et pourtant...
L'église St-Sernin illumine le soir
D'une fleur de corail que le soleil arrose
C'est peut-être pour ça malgré ton rouge et noir
C'est peut-être pour ça qu'on te dit Ville Rose
Je revois ton pavé, ô ma cité gasconne
Ton trottoir éventré sur les tuyaux du gaz
Est-ce l'Espagne en toi qui pousse un peu sa corne
Ou serait-ce dans tes tripes une bulle de jazz?
Voici le Capitole, j'y arrête mes pas
Les ténors enrhumés tremblaient sous leurs ventouses
J'entends encore l'écho de la voix de papa
C'était en ce temps-là mon seul chanteur de blues
Aujourd'hui, tes buildings grimpent haut
A Blagnac, tes avions sont plus beaux
Si l'un me ramène sur cette ville
Pourrai-je encore y revoir ma pincée de tuiles?
It's a life-time from the leather stalls
The Berbers and bazaars
Down through every measured movement
In the making of the cars.
And it doesn't pay much
And it doesn't leave scars - on the outside
And they give you the impression
It's all Monet and Braque
But the oil they squeeze on their palettes
They never use on this track.
And every extra filter
Is a fissure, is a crack - on the inside
All this way - Toulouse
Another day - Toulouse
You've come too far - Toulouse
And he walks in right behind you
As you both go punching in
And you both pick up your rivets
From an aluminium bin.
And he thinks what makes him different
Is the colour of his skin - it's on the outside
All this way - Toulouse
Another day - Toulouse
You've come too far - Toulouse.
You've had their OAS
You've had their CGT
And no-one will be working here
Y'a les arnaqueurs, ils sont là rue saint Rome
Tu sais les revendeurs de la fripe nippone
Et les Taverniti, les Naf Naf et l'arôme
Des vendeuses aux aguets
Les bas sur le pallier
Prêtes à dévaliser
Prêtes à tout pour fourguer la marchandise au rabais
C'est la rue interdite au petit portefeuille
Si t'es pas bien fringué, t'es triqué à l'accueil
Les mêmes mon cher Claude sont désormais en deuil
Elles te flinguent au néon
Les vendeuses en jupon
Si t'entres t'es marron
Et cali cali, cali cali, cali cali
Caleçon
Y'a tous ceux qui croient
Qu'ici la cuisine est un rite
Le ZEBDA catapulte, catapulte
Y'a pas de cassoulet non pas dans toutes les marmites
Non s'il vous plaît pas d'insultes
Mais des milliers de restos
Sont remplacés aussitôt
Par des milliers de Mac Do
Dans mon quartier...
Dans ma cité
C'est épicé
Et moi j'aime ça
Je butine
Mes racines
Sont latines
Et de bien au delà
J'ai dans l'idée
Qu'on peut aimer
Et la violette et l'odeur du Tajine au naseau
Même l'espoir
Qu'on peut avoir
L'accent du canal sans porter les même drapeaux
Toulouse, c'est la ville rose
Toulouse, de plus en plus rose
Toulouse, c'est la ville TOZ!
Toulouse on t'explose
Y'a la rue qui douille con
La rue des magouilles con
La rue qui te dépouille con
C'est la rue des fastes
La rue qui te démasque
Et là tu casques, tu casques.
Y avait le Scalp et son action
Sanitaire et sociale
Les réfugiés anarco-espagnols assimilés
Il reste les heureux bosseurs de l'aérospatiale
Le dimanche ils sont cleans
Le matin un jogging
L'après midi en jeans
On déjeune, on disserte sur la démocratie
En Chine
Le Zebda vous confirme qu'ici
Y'a moins de briques rouges et la Garonne a tari
Et quand il pleut, 'il pleut'
Le ciel bascule dans le gris
J'efface les ragots
Des monsieurs -Météo
De Cabrol à Gillot
Si j'étais paysan, moi je leur aurait fait la peau
Nous qui vivons de Raï de Rock et de Musette
A la périphérie des succès cathodiques
On assume le peuple qui vient faire sa fête
Sur des hymnes romantiques
Ils tortillent du slip
Ca manque de pratique
Ils font qu'on leur explique
Toulouse, c'est la ville rose
Toulouse, de plus en plus rose
Toulouse, c'est la ville Toz!
Toulouse on t'explose
Ne pensons pas qu'à Toulouse.
Toutes les villes ont leur loose
Ne pensons pas qu'à
La région PACA
Qui a ses 'yaka' et pourquoi pas
Les cités
Vander et
son ensemble.
Regarde-la ma ville
Elle s'appelle bidon
Bidon, bidon, bidonville
Vivre là-dedans c'est cotton
Les filles qui ont la peau douce
La vendent pour manger
Dans les chambres l'herbe pousse
Pour y dormir faut se pousser
Les gosses jouent mais le ballon
C'est une boite de sardine, bidon
Donne-moi ta main camarade
Toi qui viens d'un pays où les hommes sont beaux
Donne-moi ta main camarade
J'ai cinq doigts moi aussi
On peut se croire égaux.
Regarde-la ma ville
Elle s'appelle bidon
Bidon, bidon, bidonville
Me tailler d'ici, à quoi bon.
Pourquoi veux-tu que je me perde
Dans tes cités, à quoi ça sert !
Je verrai toujours de la merde
Même dans le bleu de la mer
Je dormirais sur des millions
Je reverrai toujours bidon
Donne-moi ta main camarade
Toi qui viens d'un pays où les hommes sont beaux
Donne-moi ta main camarade
J'ai cinq doigts moi aussi
On peut se croire égaux.
Serre-moi la main, camarade
Je te dis au revoir
Je te dis à bientôt
Bientôt, bientôt
On pourra se parler, camarade,
Bientôt, bientôt
On pourra s'embrasser, camarade,
Bientôt, bientôt
Les oiseaux, les jardins, les cascades,
Bientôt, bientôt
Le soleil dansera, camarade
Bientôt, bientôt
Je t'attends, je t'attends, camarade.