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Blackbeard, Henry Morgan, Ann Bonny and Black Bart Roberts. Larger than life, more dangerous than legend - pirates and buccaneers set sail for plunder. Shot in high definition - True Caribbean Pirates recreates the rise of piracy in the Caribbean and its climactic, inevitable downfall.
Keywords: buccaneer, caribbean, piracy, pirate, pirate-ship, reenactment, tv-pirate
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A young hot-headed motorbike enthusiast inherits the prototype for an incredibly fast machine which was designed by his brother. He successfully gets the finance for it, and uses the bike to challenge for the world championship at Silverstone.
Keywords: brother-brother-relationship, funeral, independent-film, motor-bike, motorcycle, motorcycle-racing, motorcyclist, silverstone, world-championship
A Dangerous Story of Love, Obsession and the Ruthless Spirit of Competition.
A privateer is a private person or ship authorized by a government by letters of marque to attack foreign shipping during wartime. Privateering was a way of mobilizing armed ships and sailors without having to spend public money or commit naval officers. They were of great benefit to a smaller naval power or one facing an enemy dependent on trade: they disrupted commerce and pressured the enemy to deploy warships to protect merchant trade against commerce raiders. The cost was borne by investors hoping to profit from prize money earned from captured cargo and vessels. The proceeds would be distributed among the privateer's investors, officers, and crew. It has been argued that privateering was a less destructive and wasteful form of warfare, because the goal was to capture ships rather than to sink them.
Privateers were part of naval warfare from the 16th to the 19th centuries. Some privateers have been particularly influential in the annals of history. Sometimes the vessels would be commissioned into regular service as warships. The crew of a privateer might be treated as prisoners of war by the enemy country if captured.
Stanley Allison "Stan" Rogers (November 29, 1949 – June 2, 1983) was a Canadian folk musician and songwriter.
Rogers was noted for his rich, baritone voice and his finely crafted, traditional-sounding songs which were frequently inspired by Canadian history and the daily lives of working people, especially those from the fishing villages of the Maritime provinces and, later, the farms of the Canadian prairies and Great Lakes. Rogers died in a fire aboard Air Canada Flight 797 on the ground at the Greater Cincinnati Airport at the age of 33. His influence on Canadian folk music has been deep and lasting.
Rogers was born in Hamilton, Ontario, the eldest son of Nathan Allison "Al" and Valerie Rogers (née Bushell), two Maritimers who had relocated to Ontario in search of work shortly after their marriage in July 1948. Although Rogers was raised in Woodburn, Ontario (a community in the easternmost part of Hamilton), he often spent summers visiting family in Guysborough County, Nova Scotia. It was there that he became familiar with the way of life in the Maritimes, an influence which was to have a profound impact on his subsequent musical development. He was interested in music from an early age, reportedly beginning to sing shortly after learning to speak. He received his first guitar, hand-built by his uncle Lee Bushell, when he was five years of age. He was exposed to a variety of music influences, but among the most lasting were the country and western tunes his uncles would sing during family get-togethers. Throughout his childhood, he would practice his singing and playing along with his brother Garnet, six years his junior.
Are you inside, provider, or am I?
Immersed in all the darkness and decay
Denied the sleep to dream myself away
Said I was bright, to sensitive to fly
Can't tell you why you don't already know
He reins the horse for those I cannot see
Will I like him a gallant rider be?
Woke up I had the same clothes on I had on last night
Damn
I must have passed out
And cash is just like the clothes I worn yesterday
We are broke
Damn
I gotta get my ass out
I went to see what my friend was talking about
Drugs
He told me cocaine would get you clout
My momma said he's trouble and schools my route
But I went to high school and got kicked out
So I'm driving this truck down the 95
I pray to God I make it home alive
I don't get pulled over by the man
I just want to make it home to hold your hand
Goodbye beloved one
Do you know what I am
If you don't see my face no more
I'm a provider girl, gotta face the streets tonight
Goodbye beloved one
Do you know what I am
You don't see my face no more
I'm a rider, girl gotta face the streets tonight
You say you don't want me to go but I have to
Please don't weep
I love you
I refuse to be a bum
Especially coming where I'm from
I'm a provider girl
And I love you
So it's just like I said before
Heading down 95
Dodging Johnny law
I don't need a ticket though I never got one
If he pulls me over
He can feel my shotgun
I think about life pull down my hat
It's just like this road I don't know where I'm at
I don't want to be another cocaine story
Will I find my sanity
Where I find my glory
Come on
Someday, Someday, this will be over
We'll raise a family
I'll get a job and I'll be a voter
And if I die
It will change you
Change you
I watch over a family
But only as an angel
So don't tell me you don't know what you see
When you're looking at a motherfucker just like me
I'm a provider girl
I said don't tell me you don't know what you see
When you're looking at a motherfucker just like me
I'm a rider girl
I love you girl
I'm doing this for us
I don't know any better
What am I supposed to do
Don't you know
It is hard to let go from the world where you've grown
Don't you know
It is hard to let go from the world where you've grown
Don't you know
It is hard to let go from the world where you've grown
Don't you know
It is hard to let go from the world where you've grown
I don't wanna be afraid
I don't wanna fear this
I could see it your way, yeah
And i don't wanna be afraid
I don't wanna fear this
And i don't wanna be afraid, hey yeah
Yeah
Don't you know that i can find this
I won't be afraid of you (yeah)
I can't see my hearts together
I want you to feed me too
La, la, la, laaaa
Don't you know
It's hard to live free
Can't you see
It's hard to let go
Where you've been
I don't tell you
Wipe your feet
You've walked on my terri-tory, yeah
Don't you know
It is hard to let go from the world where you've grown
Don't you know
It is hard to let go from the world where you've grown
I don't wanna be afraid
I don't wanna fear this
I don't wanna be afraid, yeah
I don't wanna be afraid
I don't wanna fear this
I don't wanna see your face, yeah
I don't wanna be afraid
I don't wanna feel this
I don't wanna be afraid
I don't wanna feel this
I don't wanna be afraid
I don't wanna feel this
God is a provider
He keeps providing for me
Whatever I need, He is there
Always taking good care
He's a provider
He provides for me
When I'm in need He provides for me
Provider...
All that I need, provider...
Takes care of me, provider...
He's a provider
O profeta é rei, acredito nele seguirei
O profeta é rei, acredito nele segurei
Quando a porta se abrir o ouvido irá ouvir
Quando o Sol nascer os olhos irão ver
Quando o profeta chamar, estaremos lá
Estaremos lá, de um a um
Chama de um a um Ele chama
Chama de um a um Ele chama
Chama de um a um Ele chama
Chama de um a um Ele chama
O profeta tem um grande canhão
Inacabável é sua munição
O profeta tem um grande canhão
Inacabável é sua munição
De amor, de amor, de amor
De amor, de amor, de amor
De amor, de amor, de amor