Bob Dylan ( /ˈdɪlən/), born Robert Allen Zimmerman on May 24, 1941, is an American singer-songwriter, musician and artist. He has been an influential figure in popular music and culture for five decades. Much of his most celebrated work dates from the 1960s when he was an informal chronicler and a seemingly reluctant figurehead of social unrest. A number of Dylan's early songs, such as "Blowin' in the Wind" and "The Times They Are a-Changin'", became anthems for the US civil rights and anti-war movements. Leaving his initial base in the culture of folk music behind, Dylan's six-minute single "Like a Rolling Stone" has been described as radically altering the parameters of popular music in 1965. However, his recordings employing electric instruments attracted denunciation and criticism from others in the folk movement.
Dylan's lyrics incorporated a variety of political, social, philosophical, and literary influences. They defied existing pop music conventions and appealed hugely to the then burgeoning counterculture. Initially inspired by the songs of Woody Guthrie,Robert Johnson, and Hank Williams, as well as the music and performance styles of Buddy Holly and Little Richard, Dylan has both amplified and personalized musical genres. His recording career, spanning fifty years, has explored numerous distinct traditions in American song—from folk, blues and country to gospel, rock and roll, and rockabilly to English, Scottish, and Irish folk music, embracing even jazz and swing.
Brigitte Anne-Marie Bardot ( /ˈbrɪdʒɨt bɑrˈdoʊ/; French: [bʁiʒit baʁdo]; born 28 September 1934) is a former French fashion model, actress, singer and animal rights activist. She was one of the best-known sex symbols of the 1960s. Starting in 1969, Bardot's features became the official face of Marianne (who had previously been anonymous) to represent the liberty of France.
Bardot was an aspiring ballet dancer in early life. She started her acting career in 1952 and, after appearing in 16 films, became world-famous due to her role in her then-husband Roger Vadim's controversial film And God Created Woman. She later starred in Jean-Luc Godard's 1963 cult film Contempt. Bardot was nominated for a BAFTA Award for Best Foreign Actress for her role in Louis Malle's 1965 film Viva Maria!. Bardot caught the attention of French intellectuals. She was the subject of Simone de Beauvoir's 1959 essay, The Lolita Syndrome, which described Bardot as a "locomotive of women's history" and built upon existentialist themes to declare her the first and most liberated woman of post-war France.
Bonnie Elizabeth Parker (October 1, 1910 – May 23, 1934) and Clyde Chestnut Barrow (March 24, 1909 – May 23, 1934) were well-known outlaws, robbers, and criminals who traveled the Central United States with their gang during the Great Depression. Their gang was known as the "Barrow Gang" which included Bonnie and Clyde, and at times Buck Barrow, Blanche Barrow, Raymond Hamilton, W.D. Jones, Joe Palmer, Ralph Fults, and Henry Methvin. Their exploits captured the attention of the American public during the "public enemy era" between 1931 and 1934. Though known today for his dozen-or-so bank robberies, Barrow in fact preferred to rob small stores or rural gas stations. The gang is believed to have killed at least nine police officers and committed several civilian murders. The couple themselves were eventually ambushed and killed in Louisiana by law officers. Their reputation was cemented in American pop folklore by Arthur Penn's 1967 film Bonnie and Clyde.
Even during their lifetimes, the couple's depiction in the press was at considerable odds with the hardscrabble reality of their life on the road—particularly in the case of Parker. Though she was present at a hundred or more felonies during her two years as Barrow's companion, she was not the machine gun-wielding cartoon killer portrayed in the newspapers, newsreels, and pulp detective magazines of the day. Gang member W. D. Jones was unsure whether he had ever seen her fire at officers. Parker's reputation as a cigar-smoking gun moll grew out of a playful snapshot found by police at an abandoned hideout, released to the press, and published nationwide; while she did chain-smoke Camel cigarettes, she was not a cigar smoker.
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Eric Hawke a British Marine, attends the funeral of his policeman brother who he discovers has been attempting to investigate the mysterious kidnappings and murders of a local Asian street gang. The clues seem to point to a rival Nazi white supremacist gang as the culprits, but Lizzie (Hawke's brother's partner in the police force) is not so sure: she suspects a larger conspiracy which involves one of the city's most powerful crime bosses, a man by the name of Garr. As the body count rises, Eric, Lizzie and young Asian gang member Lipo Chung race to uncover the truth behind the murders, before more missing gang members wash up on the beach with missing organs.
Keywords: bare-breasts, bare-chested-male, brother, cop-killer, evil-man, female-stockinged-legs, fistfight, gang-war, hand-to-hand-combat, hitman
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In Paris occupied by the Nazis, a young boy plays his violin alone in a park. He is spotted by a SS high rank officer, who soon learns he is an war orphan. The music-lover officer is going to take care of the boy's musical education, while his subordinates are torturing French prisoners in the basement of his big house. But is this young boy really whom he pretends to be.
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RCMP Tim O'Hara (Tim McCoy) is sent to the Indian River territory to put an end to the terrorism which has resulted in the trappers practically giving away their furs, by intimidation, instead of selling them to the Hudson Bay Company. Before joining the force, O'Hara was a resident of the territory and had left rather than risk a possible fatal brawl with Brad Harrison (Ward Bond), the brother of Tim's sweetheart Martha (Geneva Mitchell.) Upon his return, Tim is openly and often taunted by Brad as having joined the Mounties so that he might return without fear of facing Brad's previous accusations of stealing a fur pelt. Tim's investigation leads him to wrongfully suspect Brad of being involved with the fur-stealing gang. When a prisoner in Tim's charge is killed, Tim is jailed by his Mountie friend Bob Rutledge (Bob Allen.)
Keywords: actor-shares-first-name-with-character, constable, fur, henchman, mounted-police-officer, murder, police-officer
Last night a moth came to my bed,
And filled my tired weary head,
With horrid tales of you,
I can't believe it's true.
But then the lamp shade smiled at me,
And it said, "Believe," it said, "believe."
I want you to know it's nothing personal
First time I had sex I was three.
First time consenting was thirteen.
Though you weren't there you remind,
Me of those hands.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
If I'm schizophrenic, then I am too!
Whatever it takes to escape.
I hope you understand,
Why I'm forced to take your life in my hands.
I want you to know it's nothing personal.
And though we've never met,
I've seen your image in a million waking dreams.
Your eyes they call to me, "Set me free."
Did I ever tell you? You look like my mother.
She once left me in a supermarket.
I promised myself that I'd never feel that way again.
Did I ever tell you? You look like my dear old mother.
I hope you understand,
Why I'm forced to take my life in your name.
I want you to know it's nothing all the same.
And though we've never met,
I've seen your image in a million waking dreams.
Your eyes they call to me, "Set me free."
De este sueño frio
Bienvenidos a un cyber trip dentro del mundo mio
Seran testigos de mi superior technica
Y veran como trafico por las redez ciberneticas
No se reporten averidas en mi systemia
Y siento precencia de una sustancia que quema
Victima de mutacion cancion por cancion
Y esta presion explotandome las venas
Sigo vivo
Y con la certeza plena
De que tu banca de banca tendra memoria llena
Sin problema
En perfecta condicion en comparacion a todos sus systemas
Solo quedan
Derretidas consolas por la bruta salida
De mi voz cuando se descontrola
Agendo de perfecion
Y de equaciones matematicas es la voz
Perdido del que habla de anetica
I am the chosen, they want me
And I give them nothing
Set me free and I show you furry man and machine
Idon, ooh, Idon
Soy un diseno exclusivo en fabricacion biometralica
Especial en musica avansado en lyrica
Inmuno a la critica paz con tactica
El majo ejemplo de perfecion en practica
El punto suspensibo entre la usion y relactivo
El beneficio de la bionica en un despercivo en vivo
Soy la voz mas toxica de esa formula quimica
Que levantara tu addicion chronica por musica
I am the chosen, they want me
And I give them nothing
(Access denied)
Set me free and I show you furry man and machine
Well I love the sound of a rain on a tin roof
on a hot summer night
love to hear those hound dogs a-barkin
Howlin at the full moon light
Love to see those fireflies a buzzin
Lighting up the southern sky
Yeah I'm a hell bent 100% Texan til I die
Well I've crossed that old state line
more than a time or two
And if you see me leavin
you best be believing
I'll be back before the week is through
If I stay gone too long no tellin what I'll do
I might a-highjack a plane
I might jump a freight train
to get back home it's true
Well I love the sound of a rain on a tin roof
on a hot summer night
love to hear those hound dogs a-barkin
Howlin at the full moon light
Love to see those fireflies a buzzin
Lighting up the southern sky
Yeah I'm a hell bent 100% Texan til I die
Well now I don't mind going to Oklahoma
ain't never met an Okie that I didn't like
I dont mind New York city
Those yankees talk funny but they're alright
I don't mind going to wessiana
Their red hot cajun cooking suits me fine
If I had my way
I'd be home today
on my front porch drinking moonshine
Well I love the sound of a rain on a tin roof
on a hot summer night
love to hear those hound dogs a-barkin
Howlin at the full moon light
Love to see those fireflies a buzzin
Lighting up the southern sky
Yeah I'm a hell bent 100% Texan til I die
Well I love the sound of a rain on a tin roof
on a hot summer night
love to hear those hound dogs a-barkin
Howlin at the full moon light
Love to see those fireflies a buzzin
Lighting up the southern sky
Yeah I'm a hell bent 100% Texan til I die
Well I love the sound of a rain on a tin roof
on a hot summer night
love to hear those hound dogs a-barkin
Howlin at the full moon light
Love to see those fireflies a buzzin
Lighting up the southern sky
Yeah I'm a hell bent 100% Texan til I die
All light has gone away
Hail ! Hail the chosen!
Faithful servants of god
All hail the chosen!
A covenant of blood
The earth cloaked in darkness, the sun is gone
The lord demands more lives
Bring them forward, brave servants
Soon to know of his eternal thirst
Drink deep and claim your prize
Bestow us light: we avert our eyes
Head are severed, raised on stakes
Bodies form a burial mound
To serve in death instead of life
To please the lord of light
Sacred martyrs, sanctified
Hear the roaring of the crowd
Hail ! Hail the chosen!
Faithful servants of god
All hail the chosen!
A covenant of blood
Raurrr
Offerings ti the god up high and the mob down below
Hearts are torn out, head are falling down
Pierce their flesh with blessed knives
Flay them from head to toe
The sun will come, rise anew
Bring with it the rain of life
Tear out their palpitating hearts
The light must return
Hail ! Hail the chosen!
Faithful servants of god
All hail the chosen!