A helicopter (informally known as a "chopper" or a "helo") is a type of rotorcraft in which lift and thrust are supplied by one or more engine-driven rotors. This allows the helicopter to take off and land vertically, to hover, and to fly forwards, backwards, and laterally. These attributes allow helicopters to be used in congested or isolated areas where fixed-wing aircraft would usually not be able to take off or land. The capability to efficiently hover for extended periods of time allows a helicopter to accomplish tasks that fixed-wing aircraft and other forms of vertical takeoff and landing aircraft cannot perform.
The word helicopter is adapted from the French hélicoptère, coined by Gustave de Ponton d'Amecourt in 1861, which originates from the Greek helix/helik- (ἕλιξ) = "twisted, curved" and pteron (πτερόν) = "wing".
Helicopters were developed and built during the first half-century of flight, with the Focke-Wulf Fw 61 being the first operational helicopter in 1936. Some helicopters reached limited production, but it was not until 1942 that a helicopter designed by Igor Sikorsky reached full-scale production, with 131 aircraft built. Though most earlier designs used more than one main rotor, it is the single main rotor with anti-torque tail rotor configuration that has become the most common helicopter configuration. Tandem rotor helicopters are also in widespread use, due to their better payload capacity. Quadrotor helicopters and other types of multicopter have been developed for specialized applications.
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (Italian: Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo) is a 1966 Italian epic Spaghetti western film directed by Sergio Leone, starring Clint Eastwood, Lee Van Cleef, and Eli Wallach in the title roles. The screenplay was written by Age & Scarpelli, Luciano Vincenzoni and Leone, based on a story by Vincenzoni and Leone. Director of photography Tonino Delli Colli was responsible for the film's sweeping widescreen cinematography and Ennio Morricone composed the famous film score, including its main theme. It is the third film in the Dollars Trilogy following A Fistful of Dollars (1964) and For a Few Dollars More (1965). The plot revolves around three gunslingers competing to find a fortune in buried Confederate gold amid the violent chaos of gunfights, hangings, American Civil War battles and prison camps.
In a desolate ghost town during the American Civil War, bandit Tuco Ramirez ("The Ugly," Eli Wallach) narrowly shoots his way past three bounty hunters to freedom, killing two but only badly wounding the third. Miles away, Angel Eyes ("The Bad," Lee Van Cleef) interrogates a former soldier called Stevens (Antonio Casas) about a missing man named Jackson who has taken on the name "Bill Carson" (Antonio Casale) and a cache of stolen Confederate gold. He brutally guns down Stevens and his eldest son after the interrogation, but not before Stevens pays Angel Eyes to kill Angel Eyes' employer, another former soldier named Baker. Angel Eyes later collects his fee for Stevens' killing from Baker, and then shoots and kills him, too.
This is where the helicopters came to take me away
This is where the children used to play
This is only half a mile away from the attack
This is where my life changed in a day
And then it changed back
Buried in the din of rotor noise and close explosions
I do my best to synthesize the sounds and my emotions
This is where the allies bombed the school,
They say by mistake
Here nobody takes me for a fool, just for a fake
Later at the hotel bar, the journalists are waiting
I hurry back to my guitar while they're commiserating
And I'll be leaving soon
I'll be leaving soon
Just as soon as we were on the ground
We were back in the jet
Just another three day foreign tour we'd never forget
It's hard to sympathize with all this devastation
Hopping 'round from site to site like tourists on vacation
And I'll be leaving soon
I'll be leaving soon
I can't help anyone cause everyone's so cold
Everyone's so skeptical of everything they're told
And even I get sick of needing to be sold
Though it's only half a month away, the media's gone
An entertaining scandel broke today, but I can't move on
I'm haunted by a story and I do my best to tell it
Can't even give this stuff away, why would I sell it?
Everybody's laughing, while at me they point a finger
A world that loves its irony must hate the protest singer
So I'll be leaving soon
I'll be leaving soon
I'll be leaving soon
I couldn't have stopped it, stayed awake
Now caught in the rafters to veil a trace
You covered a vision, it's all I had
Now drink to your poison to feel the stab
Ticking like a time bomb
Ticking like a time bomb
I landed here to breathe
And I landed here to breathe
But I never felt this strange
Await for an inlay to monitor
But notice my hands shake and my vision blurred
Dimming till the light's off
Dimming till the light's off
I landed here to breathe
And I landed here to breathe
And I landed here to breathe
But I never felt this strange
I landed here to breathe
And I landed here to breathe
And I landed here to breathe
...and how your heatwave ran
Through our snow black fields
And we dropped our young
To a ragtime feel
And it's been ten long weeks
And there's still no word
Our Arctic Graceland
And the whale fat burn
My moon's a naked cold star
Why do you take this so hard.
So keep this song
Til you catch diseases
And wait them out
Til this tundra freezes
..and how your heatwave ran
Through our snow black fields
My moon's a naked cold star
Why do you take this so hard.
Helicopters are chasing
Animals through the fields
Helicopters are chasing
Our spirits into the sea
I don't know for sure
You look like an angel
Is it such a crime
Just pack up your things
Babe before the city lights up
Before they find us
Before they find out
That we've crossed the line
Is it such a crime
The hell with them all yeah
The hell with them all
They won't leave us alone
They won't leave us alone
I wish we could die with you in my arms
And me in your arms and then...
Helicopters all over the sky tracking us
Fire in the sky fire in the sky
Holding your hand we got no choice but run away
Tears in our hearts
Tears in our hearts
We are now on the roof of the empire
Look how the sun shines
How the sun shines
This is the final breath
This is the final cut
Time to crash-land
Time to crash-land
Falling to a higher ground
Elevating from the clouds
Buildings wheeling around
Your face is so peaceful now
This is the final breath
This is the final breath
All we have to do is
Follow the light
Follow the light
Falling to a higher ground
Elevating from the clouds
I wish
...and how your heatwave ran
Through our snow black fields
And we dropped our young
To a ragtime feel
And itÂ's been ten long weeks
And thereÂ's still no word
Our Arctic Graceland
And the whale fat burn
My moonÂ's a naked cold star
Why do you take this so hard.
So keep this song
Til you catch diseases
And wait them out
Til this tundra freezes
.and how your heatwave ran
Through our snow black fields
My moonÂ's a naked cold star
Why do you take this so hard.
Helicopters are chasing
Animals through the fields
Helicopters are chasing