Canada ( /ˈkænədə/) is a North American country consisting of ten provinces and three territories. Located in the northern part of the continent, it extends from the Atlantic Ocean in the east to the Pacific Ocean in the west, and northward into the Arctic Ocean. Spanning over 9,900,000 km2 (3,800,000 sq mi), Canada is the world's second-largest country by total area, and its common border with the United States is the longest land border in the world.
The land that is now Canada has been inhabited for millennia by various Aboriginal peoples. Beginning in the late 15th century, British and French colonial expeditions explored, and later settled, along the region's Atlantic coast. France ceded nearly all of its colonies in North America in 1763 after the Seven Years' War. In 1867, with the union of three British North American colonies through Confederation, Canada was formed as a federal dominion of four provinces. This began an accretion of provinces and territories and a process of increasing autonomy; the Canada Act 1982 severed the vestiges of legal dependence on Britain.
Justin Pierre James Trudeau, MP (born December 25, 1971) is a Canadian politician. He has represented the Montreal electoral division of Papineau in the Canadian House of Commons since 2008 as a member of the Liberal Party and currently serves as the party's critic for youth, post-secondary education, and amateur sport.
Trudeau is the eldest son of the late former Canadian prime minister Pierre Trudeau and Margaret Sinclair Trudeau Kemper. His maternal grandfather, James Sinclair, was also a federal cabinet minister.
Trudeau was born on December 25, 1971, in Ottawa, Ontario. He was only the second child in Canadian history to be born when one of his parents was prime minister; the first was John A. Macdonald's youngest daughter Margaret Mary Macdonald, and Trudeau's younger brothers Alexandre (Sacha) (born December 25, 1973) and Michel (1975–98) were the third and fourth, respectively. Pierre and Margaret Trudeau separated in 1977, when Justin was six years old, and Pierre retired as prime minister in 1984. Of his mother and father's marriage, Trudeau said in 2009, "They loved each other incredibly, passionately, completely. But there was 30 years between them and my mom never was an equal partner in what encompassed my father's life, his duty, his country."
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Project London is an independent, almost no-budget, feature-length, live action movie with vivid, intense, and marrow-vibrating visual effects and animations created with the open source software Blender (and other traditional software) and 250 (or so) worldwide volunteers. It's the first independent movie from writer director, Ian Hubert and features a story set in Seattle, Washington. This special effects-rich science fiction actioner is about a grief stricken young man who joins a ragtag resistance force and engages in epic battles against Joint Command to avenge his father and save the planet.
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A young ranger in the Montana wilderness discovers the great forces of nature while learning the importance of honor, trust and integrity. Legendary veteran ranger Bill Bell educates the young man and guides him toward manhood. The year is 1919-a time when being a ranger meant more than operating expensive equipment. Forest fires were fought with guts and courage, not chemicals and airplanes. Bill Bell was the toughest ranger in an elite crew of very rugged men. A figure of heroic proportions, he was generally feared and respected by all. It was even rumored that he had at one time killed a sheep farmer, which only fueled his already enormous reputation. The young ranger does everything to remain in the good graces of Bill Bell, the senior ranger he idolizes. Their tentative rapport grows into a friendship through a hilarious and heroic rite of passage in which the younger ranger meets the test-and the woman of his dreams.
Keywords: 1910s, bar, barroom-brawl, bartender, beer, beer-drinking, brawl, chef, cook, cooking
Mac: [In a gradually increasing crescendo of emphasis, starting in a normal tone, ending in a near roar] Red, let me ask you. Have you ever once, in your whole life, had one, single, solitary, original thought, that didn't bounce off from somewhere else? I mean, have you ever sat down, considered all the available information, weighed it all in your mind, sifted all the possibilities, discarded what you couldn't prove, sorted out what made sense, and came to your own, personal, original, Red McBride opinion?::Red: [after a long pause] Why would I go to all that trouble?
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Henry Wiggen (Author to his friends) and Bruce Pearson are members of the New York Mammoths major league baseball team - Author the star pitcher, Bruce the catcher who never quite lived up to his potential - friends, and roommates when they're on the road. During the off season, Bruce is diagnosed with a terminal case of Hodgkin's disease. Author is the only person on the team who knows of Bruce's illness, with neither planning on telling anyone. Author takes extraordinary measures to ensure that he is playing ball with Bruce during what will probably be Bruce's final season before he can no longer play. Author looks after Bruce in part because Bruce is mentally a simple man who can easily be taken advantage of, especially by his opportunistic girlfriend Katie. As the season progresses, the team isn't quite gelling, despite being the best team on paper. But as information comes to light, the dynamic on the team changes to make it a memorable end of the season especially for Bruce, who finishes on his own terms.
Keywords: athlete, baseball, baseball-movie, based-on-novel, contract-negotiation, friendship, hodgkin's-disease, hospital, insurance-salesman, keeping-a-secret
Bruce Pearson: Everybody'd be nice to you if they knew you were dying.::Henry Wiggen: Everybody knows everybody is dying; that's why people are as good as they are.
Dutch Schnell: Skip the facts, just gimme the details.
Henry Wiggen: Oh Katie, honey, why don't you get yourself married and raise yourself some exemptions.
Henry Wiggen: See, it was no double birdie.::Mr. Pearson: Double Birdie?::Bruce Pearson: Whereas for, it coulda been a spread eagle.::Henry Wiggen: Probably you've been playing Southeastern Tegwar all your life, but in the Majors the boys all play Western Canadian style. Which, for my money, is much faster. That leaves you free for a Butchered Hog most any time, whereas, uh.::Bruce Pearson: Whereas uh.::Mr. Pearson: Wh, Whereas what?::Bruce Pearson: Whereas, it, uh, keeps you from dropping dead on the board.
Henry Wiggen: These are Fifth and Two. Fifth and Queen.::Joe Jaros: Red Rooster. [long pause, then Tegawar Player lays a 3. Joe slams down his cards] BANJO! Ha-HAAAA! That's the first natural Banjo since the days of Joe Dimaggio in St. Petersburg.::Henry Wiggen: Hey, wait a minute. Fifteen and Fifteen's Thirty-One.::Tegwar Player: Hey, what's the name of this game?::Joe Jaros: Fifteen and Fifteen is Thirty-TWO!::Henry Wiggen: Thirry-T... oh, that's right. [to Tegwar player] That's a Double Honeybees.::Tegwar Player: I'm not too sure if I'm clear on some of these new rules.::Joe Jaros: What new rules? There hasn't been any rules changes since the Black Sox Scandal, 1919. Big League Tegwar's Big League Tegwar known to every big-time ballplayer from Boston to California.
Joe Jaros: Can you beat a Coney Island Tatey?::Bruce Pearson: What about this Double Ace Deucer?::Joe Jaros: I wish ya a lot of luck with it.
Dutch Schnell: [taking Piney's revolver in the locker room] Hand it over. I'm in no mood to see anybody get killed by a buller wound. Piney, I hear you have bullets with it too.::Piney Woods: Yes, sir. They're in the gun.::Dutch Schnell: Why the hell didn't you tell me?::Piney Woods: I didn't think it'd go off. I'm always very careful.::Dutch Schnell: That's what everybody says. That's why the hospital's full of babies.
[last lines]::Henry Wiggen: From here on in, I rag nobody.
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Thirteen girls in a Swiss boarding school, particularly one Candace Hull ("Kitten", "Candy"), stir up trouble on their vacation as they mess with the diplomatic affairs of their elders and get into serious trouble when a Russian spy is discovered murdered.
Keywords: asian-girl, bus, car-bomb, cat, chauffeur, child-spy, doll, double-agent, drugged-drink, dumbwaiter
13 TERRIFIED TEENAGERS ON THE RUN! (original print ad - all caps)
The big fright! The eerie sight!
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In a throw-back to the worse of the 1930's indie westerns, Red River Johnny gathers his friends (most of whom are called some variation of the name Bill) and returns to claim the heritage of his father who was outlawed many years ago by the sheriff of Red River. The present Sheriff Masters, son of the man Johnny's father shot, is his enemy. Three-Finger Jack stages a series of robberies and stage coach holdups, for which he frames Red River Johnny. The latter learns that Three-Finger plans to rob the town bank, and gathers his men and wipes out Three-Finger and his gang.
None dared face his smoldering guns... his blazing anger!
He Vowed To Clear His Name Or Die Trying!
BLAZING With The THUNDER And EXCITEMENT Of Six-Gun Justice!
RAW! RUGGED! RUTHLESS!
On a commenc? ensemble
On a pris vers l'Est
Avec rien dans nos vestes
Juste un peu de quoi tenir
Jusqu'? la prochaine ville
On a coup? les fronti?res
On a dormi en plein air
On a travaill? la nuit
Travers? les guerres
Un vieux r?ve d'enfant
Voir la couleur du ciel au Pakistan
Toucher la mer de Chine
Les portes du Gange
On a continu? ensemble
On a pris la mer
On a br?l? l'hiver
L'autre c?t? du miroir
Les rives de neige noire
Et on s'est trouv? un jour
Sur le chemin du retour
Le coeur au pr?sent
Plus rien n'est jamais comme avant, non
Un vieux r?ve d'enfant
Voir la couleur du ciel au Pakistan
Toucher la mer de Chine
Les portes du Gange
Un vieux r?ve d'enfant
Toucher les feux du ciel tr?s loin devant
Jouer son corps au poker
Pour gagner du temps
Si tu cherches un bout de ciel
Viens chez moi c'est toujours pareil
Si tu cherches un bout de ciel
Fancy hotel rooms
Windows with a view
Staring into nothing
I thought I saw you
Your colours dancing in my mind
But they were only neon signs
Oh canada
I'm trying to find you
Will you wait for me.
There's people on the street
I know I'll never meet
I wonder what they're thinking
What their dreams are
But they just keep on walking by
I can see the questions in their eyes
Oh canada
You're a tree among towers
Just starting to climb
Please don't grow too quickly now
Don't leave us all behind
Pages of progress start to turn
Too quickly and the pages burn
Let's hope that we don't learn - too late
Let's hope it's never too late to learn
No don't let the madness wash you way.
Life keeps rolling by
Before it goes I'll try
To be stronger - to be wiser
Maybe just understand
What makes people fight to survive
While by themselves they slowly sigh
Oh canada -
Where are you going
Will you wait for me
Oh canada
I'm trying to find you
A look out California
Ooo-ooo, I gotta warn ya
Here comes Canada
Canada, you got an open door
You got so many things
I swear, I never saw them before
So much more, you got a world in store
You got a home from home, got a hold so strong
Can't seem to ignore
These things I do
I do for nobody else but me
A look out California
Ooo-ooo, I gotta warn ya
Here comes Canada
Canada, you proved your worth
You got snow peaked mountains tumbling down
You had them from birth
Say it clear, so the world can hear
I swear I never left you
Without shedding a tear
These things I do
I do for nobody else but me
A look out California
Ooo-ooo, I gotta warn ya
Here comes Canada
These things I do
I do for nobody else but me
A look out California
Ooo-ooo, I gotta warn ya
If I could have a day or two
Just to spend some time with you
I think I would
And if I could have a month or two
Just to spend my time with you
I think I would
But the light's fading in the distance
I drive my weary way home
Skylight is red with all the citylights
And driving's such a long way home
I've been saving half the year
To make this trip and come back here
But now it's done
You tell me that my accent's changed
apart from that I'm still the same
But now it's done
The light's fading in the distance
I drive my weary way home
Skylight is red with all the citylights
Glasgow's such a long way home
See the light fading in the distance
I drive my weary way home
Skylight is red with all the citylights
I'm driving such a long way home
I'm flying back to Canada
Looking up at all the stars as we take off
These three weeks seem so short somehow
I wish they were starting now
As we take off
But the light's fading in the distance
I drive my weary way home
Skylight is bright with all the citylights
I'm not scared of waking up
I'm not afraid of getting cut
'Cause you can't take that stuff to Canada
You can't take it anywhere
You could la, la, la, la, la
And you could lie to all your friends
But you can't take that stuff to Canada
You can't take it anywhere
I used to have a golden tongue
But now the words just feel like stones
'Cause you can't take that stuff to Canada
J'?tais tranquille, sans probl?me
Dans mon r?ve chloroform?
Je m'donnais m?me plus la peine
D'aller voir qui avait sonn?
Tous les matins, tous les matins ? la m?me heure
J'attendais m?me plus le facteur
Et un jour comme un boulet t'as tout fait exploser
Alors continue n'arr?te plus...
Bouge bouge, ma vie
Bouge bouge, ma vie
J'?tais tranquille, sans probl?me
Dans mon r?ve chloroform?
Pourtant j'avais mis du temps
A bien me cacher sous l'oreiller
Mais c'est toi qui as allum? la lumi?re
Alors tu sais ce qu'il te reste ? faire
Tu peux plus t'en aller la m?che allum?e
Alors continue n'arr?te plus
Bouge bouge, ma vie
St Mathieu sur mer
Les yeux fix?s au sud des grandes terres
Face ? l'oc?an
Angelina suit le vol d'un go?land
Sans me regarder
Elle me dit tu devras leur r?p?ter
Tous mes souvenirs
Sont ceux des gens qu'on entend plus g?mir
Angelina a chant? jusqu'au bout
Ces mots qu'on dit ? genoux
Ces chansons qu'on crie dans le bayou
Tous les cris d'espoir
Tous les chants de douleur en blanc et noir
Plus fort que le vent
Elle les portait depuis la nuit des temps
Sans me regarder
Elle dit on m'attend de l'autre c?t?
Un pas en avant
Angelina suit le vol du go?land
Angelina a chant? jusqu'au bout
Ces mots qu'on dit ? genoux
Ces chansons qu'on crie dans le bayou
Angelina a chant? jusqu'au bout
Ces mots qu'on dit ? genoux
Ces chansons qu'on crie dans le bayou
Angelina a chant? jusqu'au bout
Ces mots qu'on dit ? genoux
Ces chansons qu'on crie dans le bayou
Angelina
L'hiver oublie de partir
Les gens oublient de me sourire
La pluie jusqu'en juillet
Et les gens qui me croisent sans me parler
J'ai des souvenirs
C'est la seule fa?on de me gu?rir
Tu sais j'ai tout essay?
Pour ne pas abandonner
Hou oou, comme une ancienne blessure
Ca me r?veille la nuit comme une br?lure
Hou oou, comme une ancienne blessure
Ca me r?veille la nuit comme une br?lure
La chaleur du sud
En bas je regardais la mer
A l'abri d'une crique
Je pouvais m'allonger par terre
Et r?ver de l'Afrique
Quand le vent se mettait en col?re
Il balayait la ville
Et emportait la poussi?re
Et peignait le ciel en bleu des ?les
Hou oou, comme une ancienne blessure
Ca me r?veille la nuit comme une br?lure
Hou oou, comme une ancienne blessure
Ca me r?veille la nuit comme une br?lure
La chaleur du sud
Hou oou, comme une ancienne blessure
Ca me r?veille la nuit comme une br?lure
Hou oou, comme une ancienne blessure
Ca me r?veille la nuit comme une br?lure
Au Nord-Est d'Atlanta
Novembre 1863
Au creux des Appalaches
Quand le desert ferme la marche
Pour la vie, du g?n?ral Lee
Le coeur d'un homme de couleur
Pour la tunique bleue
On a laiss? mourir nos terres
Chattanooga Tennessee pleure
Fleuve rouge des soldats
Chattanooga Tennessee pleure
Les deux couleurs du combat
Volcans de poudre qui se r?veillent
Les ?mes partent en pluies d'?tincelles
Et puis perdus une fois de trop
On tombe face au gris de leur drapeau
Appotamox n'est plus loin
Chattanooga Tennessee pleure
Fleuve rouge des soldats
Chattanooga Tennessee pleure
Les deux couleurs du combat
Je sais la peur dans leurs corps fragiles
Ils voient la mienne ? nos fusils vides
Ils ont mes larmes dans leurs yeux
La m?me envie de rentrer chez eux
Appomatox n'est plus loin
Chattanooga Tennessee pleure
Fleuve rouge des soldats
Chattanooga Tennessee pleure
Les deux couleurs du combat
Chattanooga Tennessee pleure
Fleuve rouge des soldats
Chattanooga Tennessee pleure
Les deux couleurs du combat
Ca fait deux ans que je tra?ne
Que je peine, que je saigne
Dans cette prison
J'ai pas tir? sur la femme du libraire
J'?tais juste l? par hasard
T'as coul? au fond Joe
T'es derri?re les barreaux
T'as coul? au fond Joe
On donne pas cher de ta peau
J'ai pas compris quand l'avocat m'a dit
Mon p'tit ?a va te co?ter cher
Moi je voulais juste un bouquin ? 20 balles
"La vengeance du tueur cannibale"
T'as coul? au fond Joe
T'es derri?re les barreaux
T'as coul? au fond Joe
On donne pas cher de ta peau
Devinez qui vient me voir samedi soir
Prendre un verre, le libraire
Avec sa nouvelle femme
Il dit qu'il est content de moi j'comprends pas
J'ai pas pay? ce que je lui dois
T'as coul? au fond Joe
T'es derri?re les barreaux
T'as coul? au fond Joe
On donne pas cher de ta peau
T'as coul? au fond Joe
T'es derri?re les barreaux
T'as coul? au fond Joe
On s'attendait dans la cour du lyc?e
Guitares en main, s?rs que tout pouvait commencer
Des nuits enti?res, dans un local humide
Ils descendaient la rivi?re
Charg?s de peaux pour l'hiver
Sur les chasseurs fatigu?s
La neige commen?ait ? tomber
Et puis la peur dans les yeux
La fum?e noire au-dessus d'eux
Les plus forts couraient vers le feu
Ils ont vu partir les cavaliers bleus
Quand le froid revient
Les voix des anciens chantent encore
Les prairies perdues
Ils n'ont jamais compris
D'o? ?taient venus les cavaliers bleus
Ils ont vol? la vie
Ils ont emport? les esprits
Les danseurs chantaient les dieux
Ils n'ont pas senti les cavaliers bleus
Quand le froid revient
Les voix des anciens chantent encore
Les prairies perdues
Ils n'ont jamais compris
Seul ? bord j'ai pass? l'orage
Le capitaine est mort dans ce long voyage
La terre est loin devant
Je crois qu'elle m'attend
Un dernier verre je m'accroche au trottoir
Dans une rue o? l'alcool a noy? l'espoir
Un marin sans m?moire
Nous raconte son histoire
Y'a des jours, y'a des souvenirs
Y'a des nuits il vaut mieux en rire
Y'a des images
Et tu vois mourir les sir?nes
Passer tes ann?es lumi?res
Mourir les sir?nes
Ne cache pas ta peine
Quand tu vois mourir les sir?nes
Passer tes ann?es lumi?res
Mourir les sir?nes
Ne cache pas ta peine
Le soir descend, je revois les nuages
La mer est dans mon corps
Comme un loup en cage
La terre est bien trop loin
J'ai fait tout ?a pour rien
Toujours ce verre, et cette fille des trottoirs
Qui s'accroche ? mon bras
Pour m'aider ? boire
Le marin sans m?moire
A fini son histoire
Y'a des jours, y'a des souvenirs
Y'a des nuits il vaut mieux en rire
Y'a des images
Et tu vois mourir les sir?nes
Passer tes ann?es lumi?res
Mourir les sir?nes
Ne cache pas ta peine
Quand tu vois mourir les sir?nes
Passer tes ann?es lumi?res
Mourir les sir?nes
Quand tu vois mourir les sir?nes
Mourir les sir?nes
Mourir les sir?nes
Ne cache pas ta peine
Quand tu vois mourir les sir?nes
Passer tes ann?es lumi?res
Mourir les sir?nes
Ne cache pas ta peine
La nuit a d?pli? ses ailes
Sur les murailles de Belfast
J'entends les cris des sentinelles
Ils ont retrouv? ma trace
Je cours en pensant ? elle
Elle m'avait d?j? dit de fuir
Mais leurs aboiements me rappellent
Que j'ai mis trop de temps ? r?agir
Une fille s'endort pr?s du lac
Toute seule quand les chiens attaquent
Je rampe ? travers la cit?
Au milieu des moutons livides
Je suis le dernier ? encha?ner
Le survivant du g?nocide
Elle m'a dit, je serais l?
On se rejoindra sur mon ?le
Mais ils n'ont pas le m?me dieu que moi
Je n'sortirai pas de la ville
Une fille s'endort pr?s du lac
Toute seule quand les chiens attaquent
Une fille s'endort pr?s du lac
Toute seule quand les chiens attaquent
Une histoire tragique du nord de l'Irlande
Comme un cri ?touff?
C'est le vent du soir au bout de la lande
Petit enfant glac? dans mon hiver
Je me noie dans tes larmes
J'entends partout tes cris d'alarme
Petite fille perdue dans mon d?sert
J'ai march? sur tes traces
A l'heure ou le soleil s'efface
Attends encore le loup s'endort
Je peux changer le d?cor
Quand le loup s'endort
Attends encore le loup s'endort
Je peux changer le d?cor
Quand le loup s'endort
Petit enfant glac? dans mon enfer
J'ai vu ta peau fragile
Se br?ler aux feux de la ville
Enfant des ?les tomb?s dans mon hiver
J'ai march? sur tes pas
Quand la lune impose sa loi
Attends encore le loup s'endort
Je peux changer le d?cor
Quand le loup s'endort
Attends encore le loup s'endort
Je peux changer le d?cor
Quand le loup s'endort
Quand le loup s'endort
Je viendrai quand le loup s'endort
On descendra vers l'?quateur
Pour que le loup s'endorme dans ton coeur
Attends encore le loup s'endort
Je peux changer le d?cor
Quand le loup s'endort
Attends encore le loup s'endort
Je peux changer le d?cor
Quand le loup s'endort
I'm gonna move to Canada
Yeah I've made up my mind
Leave everything behind
I'll catch a plane, fly away from this rain
I'm gonna move to Canada
I'm gonna meet Neil Young
I just know we'll get along
Show up at his house
Convince him and his spouse
I'll pick up my guitar and play
A couple of my songs
A couple of my songs
A couple of my songs
That I'll sing at the top of my lungs
I'm gonna move to Canada
Yeah I've made up my mind
Leave everything behind
I'll catch a plane, fly away from this rain
Mister Young will be impressed
And offer me a record deal
And tell me to call him Neil
We'll have a ball until Canada's too small
Then I'll pack up my guitar and I
Will move to the US
I'll move to the US
I'll move to the US
To be a sensational succes
I'm gonna move to Canada
Yeah I've made up my mind
Leave everything behind
I'll catch a plane, fly away from this rain
After Canada the USA is a piece of cake
All the sales records I'll break
"The Best Thing Since The Beatles"
Is what magazines will write
With my guitar and band
I will conquer every town
I'll conquer every town
I'll conquer every town
Me, the singing rock'n roll clown
I still wanna move to Canada
But for now I'll just stay here
I think it's best for my career
When I get home from the office
Where I've worked all my life
I pick up my guitar and play
A couple of my old songs
A couple of my old songs
A couple of my old songs
And I think: "Damn"
"Neil Young would have loved these songs,
He would have loved these songs"
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next year