Roland Corporation (ローランド株式会社, Rōrando Kabushiki Kaisha?) TYO: 7944 is a Japanese manufacturer of electronic musical instruments, electronic equipment and software. It was founded by Ikutaro Kakehashi in Osaka on April 18, 1972, with ¥33 million in capital. In 2005, Roland's headquarters relocated to Hamamatsu in Shizuoka Prefecture. Today it has factories in Italy, Taiwan, Japan, and the USA. As of March 31, 2010, it employed 2,699 employees. It has existed in different forms since 1960, making it relatively old among still-operating manufacturers of musical electronics. Known for hundreds of popular synthesizers, drum machines, and other instruments, Roland gained a name as one of the top names in professional music equipment in the late 1970s and early 1980s.
Kakehashi founded Ace Electronic Industries in 1960, a manufacturer of numerous combo organs, guitar amplifiers, and effects pedals. He was also contracted by Hammond to produce rhythm machines for the company's line of home organs. In 1973, Kakehashi cut ties with both companies to found Roland.
You've got one shot when you put everyone on the line.
Plot
Inspired by "The Canterbury Tales," as well as the story of Ulrich von Lichtenstein, this is the story of William, a young squire with a gift for jousting. After his master dies suddenly, the squire hits the road with his cohorts Roland and Wat. On the journey, they stumble across an unknown writer, Chaucer. William, lacking a proper pedigree, convinces Chaucer to forge genealogy documents that will pass him off as a knight. With his newly-minted history in hand, the young man sets out to prove himself a worthy knight at the country's jousting competition, and finds romance along the way.
Keywords: anachronism, angry-mob, apostrophe-in-title, apple, armor, bare-midriff, black-prince, blacksmith, blind-man, broken-arm
From peasant to knight; one man can change his stars
He Will Rock You
He didn't make the rules. He was born to break them.
William: For that I say my rosary to her and no-one else.::Wat: Will, that's blasphemy.
Chaucer: Look, I have a gambling problem. I can't help myself. And these people will - quite literally - take off clothes of your back.::William: What are you expecting us to do about it?::Peter The Pardoner of Rouen: He assured us that you, his liege, would pay us.::William: And who are you?::Peter The Pardoner of Rouen: Peter, a humble pardoner and purveyor of religious relics.::William: How much does he owe you?::Simon The Summoner of Rouen: Ten gold florins.::William: What would you do to him, if I was to refuse?::Simon The Summoner of Rouen: We, on behalf of the Lord God, would take him of his flesh, so that he may understand that gambling is a sin.
William: It's not in me to withdraw.::Prince Edward: No. Nor me. Though it happens.
Adhemar: You have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting. In what world could you possibly beat me?
Prince Edward: Your men love you. If I knew nothing else about you, that would be enough.
William: Leave, Roland. Let them have me.::Roland: God love you, William. So do I.
Chaucer: [singing] He's quick, he's funny, he makes me lots of money, Lichtenstein! Lichtenstein!
Old Bishop: [after William rides into the cathedral on a horse to woo Jocelyn] Ladies! Does this not shock you?::Jocelyn: [feigning sadness] I only laugh to keep from weeping.::Old Bishop: I know, child. Pray that the years come quickly for you, taking your beauty so that you may better serve Him.::Jocelyn: I do, every day. [raises hands to face] God, why did you curse me with this face?::Old Bishop: God has a plan we know not. [offers hand to Jocelyn to kiss]::Jocelyn: [goes to kiss hand, but instead admires a costly ring on his finger] Oh, that is lovely...
[first lines]::William: Should we help him?
Jocelyn: Damn your pride, William. It is you and only you that will not see you run.::William: My pride is the only thing that they can't take from me.::Jocelyn: They can take it away from you, they can and they will. Oh, they will. But love they cannot take.
Plot
A middle-aged crime boss smugly reflects back from 1999, narrating the brutality which made him triumphant - and feared. As an unnamed young hood in Swinging 60's London, he aped his mod boss Freddie Mays, and seemed to do anything for him. But his narration exposes all-consuming envy: of Freddie's supremacy, and especially his tall bird. The baby shark develops his viciousness and backstabbing, scheming to be Gangster No. 1.
Keywords: 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, ambition, axe, bare-chested-male, beating, blood, blood-on-camera-lens
There can only be ONE.
The King is dead, Long live the King
It's not who you know, it's who you kill.
[repeated line]::Young Gangster: Look into my eyes. Look into my fucking eyes.
[Young Gangster and Roland are at the door]::Eddie Miller: Who is it?::Young Gangster: It's the big bad wolf.
[last lines]::[voiceover]::Gangster 55: One day I'll catch up with you. You want a war? I'll give you a fucking war one arm tied behind me back. I'll shoot you - blow you to kingdom come. They'll need a dustpan and brush to scrape you off the walls. Make mincemeat out of ya. Pie and mash, puddles of blood. I'll leave you lying there. Go rot, the lot of you. Calling me a cunt?::Young Gangster: Calling me a cunt? You calling me a cunt? You cunt. I'll fucking kick you. I'll kick fuck out of ya. I'll kick you to- fuck you. F... Fuck you!::Gangster 55: Rip your face off. I'll fucking... I'll, I'll fucking... burn ya.::[scene shifts from apartment to rooftop - voiceover continues]::Gangster 55: Freddie Mays. Freddie Mays! I don't need ya, Freddie. Who am I?::Gangster 55: [shouting out loud] I'm Superman! King fucking Kong! I can pick you up and throw you a million miles. I'm number one. Number fucking one. I'm number one. Number fucking one. Number one! Number one! Number one!::[scene flashes back and forth between the rooftop and the night of Lennie's murder]::Young Gangster: [screaming] Aaaarrrrhhhh!::Gangster 55: Number one! Number one! Number one! One One One One! Number fucking one! I'm number one.::Young Gangster: Fuck you!::Lennie Taylor: [sound of gunshot] Ahhhh! Oh God!::Gangster 55: Number one.::[song "The Good Life" begins as scene fades out]
[first lines]::[song "The Good Life" begins as scene opens at boxing match; crowd noises]::Gangster 55: [laughing] What? With Scotland Yard breathing down me neck? Fuck off. Do me a favor! [laughter]
Karen: You're not a bad looking bloke.::Young Gangster: Bad looking bloke? Darlin'... I'm a prince.
Gangster 55: And you, Mr. Freddie Mays, you had to go swimming in her eyes. Dancing in her hair. You had to slip into her mouth, slide over her tongue. Fall down her throat, deep down into her belly. Right into her blood. You had to fall asleep wrapped around her beautiful, beating heart.
Eddie Miller: [Young Gangster puts an axe on the table] What's that?::Young Gangster: That? That's my favourite axe, Eddie.
Gangster 55: What do you take me for, a cunt?
Plot
A group of friends are planning how to spend their summer vacation. One plans to go to the Seychelles with his American girlfriend. At the airport she dumps him for another guy. He has no money so he steals a backpack and goes camping. Somehow he meets a pretty girl and convinces her to share his tent. But a famous singer sees the girl and wants her too. He convinces the luckless guy to act like a fool and the girl leaves him and goes with the singer to the French Rivera. The luckless guy follows and engages the singer in a war of dirty tricks in order to win the girl back.
Keywords: beach, dumb-surgeon, fake-shark, female-nudity, friendship, hyphen-in-title, mediterranean-sea, one-actress-for-twin-sisters, pedal-boat, punctuation-in-title
My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town at least he tries,
Oh look it stopped snowing
My best friend's from Poland and, um, he has a beard.
But they caught him with his case in that public place
That is what we had feared
He severed segments secretly you like that
He always took the time to speak with me
I liked him for that.
He severed segments so secretly you like that
He always took the time, he always took the time
My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town at least he tries,
Oh look it stopped snowing
My best friend's from Poland and, um, he has a beard.
But they caught him with his case in that public place
That is what we had feared
He severed segments secretly you like that
He always took the time to speak with me,
I liked him for that
He severed segments so secretly you like that.
He was growing on me.
I got a friend and I need him
But he's so far away
Because he's friends with the needle
And it's always there to play
He's got no one left to follow
He just goes his own way
And when today turns into tomorrow
Well tomorrow looks a lot like today
But when you look inside yourself
Would you wish that I was near?
Or would you wish that I was by your side?
When the stars have all come out
Will the horizon still be clear?
Or will you look at me through clouded skies?
But when you look inside yourself
Would you wish that I was near?
Or would you wish that I was by your side?
When the stars have all come out
Will the horizon still be clear?
Or will you look at me through clouded skies?
So the spotlight's now on you
You got your back against the wall
The small crack in the floor looks like heaven right now
What happened to the days when we were just runnin' through the streets?
Time turned it's back on you and you don't know how
So put your hands behind your head
Feel the cold tighten on your skin
Should you get the chance to start again
Would you keep the door locked tight, or will you let the needle in?
When you look inside yourself
Would you wish that I was near?
Or would you wish that I was by your side?
When the stars have all come out
Will the horizon still be clear?
Or will you look at me through clouded skies?
When you look inside yourself
Would you wish that I was near?
Or would you wish that I was by your side?
When the stars have all come out
Will the horizon still be clear?
Or will you look at me through clouded skies?
Whoa, oh yeah...
When you look inside yourself
Would you wish that I was near?
Or would you wish that I was by your side?
When the stars have all come out
Will the horizon still be clear?
Or will you look at me through clouded skies?
when you look inside yourself
Would you wish that I was near?
Or would you wish that I was by your side?
When the stars have all come out
Will the horizon still be clear?
Or will you look at me through clouded skies?
Opportunities are lost
In a starving shade of silence
And every battle fought
Has left me looking back
What we obtain through isolation
Often leads us deeper into war
So tell me how can I retreat?
Some things are worth fighting for
And how do we justify
When actions are conceived in weakness
Is there honor in my heart
If I lack the strength to act?
And though my hand is trembling
And my eyes are wreathed in so much doubt
And every instinct shows me fear
I stand my ground
We have no Olifant resounding
Nor fortunes here to carry home
No epic tale becoming legend
Only choices right and wrong
But somewhere in the haze of life
I find there is a perfect shining light
That each of us must seek to know
The truth of who we really are
So sing a song for Roland
And all of those who sacrificed their lives
Their colors traded in for
A world of black and white
So sing a song for Roland
And all of those who fought for what was right
You may never understand
For whom they died
Perhaps they will banish me
From the annals of history
In the end it matters not
We direct our destiny
I've lived beyond myself for an instant
And heard the echoes in the hearts and faces
Of the people I will never know
But I still cannot forget
So sing a song for Roland
And all of those who sacrificed their lives
Their colors traded in for
A world of black and white
So sing a song for Roland
And all of those who fought for what was right
You may never understand
For whom they died
So sing a song for Roland
And all of those who sacrificed their lives
Their colors traded in for
A world of black and white
So sing a song for Roland
And all of those who fought for what was right
You may never understand