Coordinates: 53°28′N 2°14′W / 53.467°N 2.233°W / 53.467; -2.233
Manchester i/ˈmæntʃɛstər/ is a city and metropolitan borough in Greater Manchester, England with an estimated population of 498,800 in 2010. Manchester lies within one of the United Kingdom's largest urban areas; the Greater Manchester Urban Area which has a population of 2.2 million. The demonym of Manchester is Mancunian and the local authority is Manchester City Council.
Manchester is situated in the south-central part of North West England, fringed by the Cheshire Plain to the south and the Pennines to the north and east. The recorded history of Manchester began with the civilian settlement associated with the Roman fort of Mamucium, which was established in c. 79 AD on a sandstone bluff near the confluence of the rivers Medlock and Irwell. Historically, most of the city was a part of Lancashire, although areas south of the River Mersey were in Cheshire. Throughout the Middle Ages Manchester remained a manorial township, but it began to expand "at an astonishing rate" around the turn of the 19th century. Manchester's unplanned urbanisation was brought on by a boom in textile manufacture during the Industrial Revolution, and resulted in it becoming the world's first industrialised city. An early 19th-century factory building boom transformed Manchester from a township into a major mill town and borough that was granted city status in 1853. In 1894 the Manchester Ship Canal was built, creating the Port of Manchester.
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A poetic love story that follows Manchester and Noon as they enjoy a long, hot, summer romance. Noon is our narrator, a shy taxidermist who keeps a silent menagerie in the freezer alongside Manchester's ice pops. Manchester documents their affair, creating wonderfully charged images with just a couple of cheap, instamatic cameras. When a wealthy gentleman called Franny discovers Manchester and launches his photography on the art world, the success destroys the beauty of their once idyllic life.
Keywords: bare-breasts, beach, bicycle, breast-suckling, cat, crying, dead-bird, ejaculation, england, erection
Manchester and Noon live on a garage in a wasteland
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Whaling ship captain Bering Joy takes his grandson Jed on a whaling expedition in order to teach the young boy real life values such as honesty, courage, wisdom,fairness and hard work. First mate Dan Lunceford is entrusted with teaching the boy his schoolwork. The two men vie to become young Jed's male role model.
Keywords: 12-year-old, 4th-grade, autocracy, boy-to-man-transition, broken-arm, cheating-on-test, coming-of-age, courage, crushed-to-death, failing-in-school
From Northenden to Partington, it?s rain
From Altrincham to Chadderton, it?s rain
From Moss Side to Swinton, hardly Spain
It?s a picture postcard of 'Wish they never came'
And whilst that deckchair in the garden it makes no sense
It doesn?t spoil the view or cause offense
Those Floridas, Bavarias and Kents
Make gentlemen wear shorts but don?t make gents
So convertible stay garage bound
Save after sun for later
If rain makes Britain great
Then Manchester is greater
As you dry your clothes once again
Upon the radiator
What makes Britain great
Makes Manchester yet greater
From Cheetham Hill to Wythenshawe, it?s rain
Gorton, Salford, Sale, pretty much the same
As I?m caught up without my jacket once again
The raindrops on my face play a sweet refrain
And as winter turns reluctantly to spring
For the clouds above the city there?s one last fling
Swallows build their nests, chaffinch sing
And the sun strolls into town like long lost king
So convertible stay garage bound
Save after sun for later
If rain makes Britain great
Then Manchester is greater
As you dry your clothes once again
Upon the radiator
What makes Britain great
Makes Manchester yet greater
And the mood of this whole sodden place is melancholy
Like the sun came out to play, shone through the clouds
But dropped its lolly
And everyone looks so disappointed, so, so sorry
Like the rain blew into town, kidnapped the sun
And stole its brolly
So convertible stay garage bound
Save after sun for later
If rain makes Britain great
Then Manchester is greater
As you dry your clothes once again
Upon the radiator
What makes Britain great
Manchester England England
Across the Atlantic Sea
And he's a genius genius
He believes in God
And he believes that God
Believes in Claude
That's you, that's you
Claude Hooper Bukowski
Finds that it's groovy
To hide in a movie
Pretends he's Fellini
And Antonioni
And also his countryman Roman Polanski
All rolled into one
One Claud Hooper Bukowski
Manchester England England
Across the Atlantic Sea
And he's a genius genius
He believes in God
And I believes that God
Believes in Claude
That's me, that's me
Claude Hooper Bukowski
Finds that it's groovy
To hide in a movie
Pretends he's Fellini
And Antonioni
And also his countryman Roman Polanski
All rolled into one
One Claud Hooper Bukowski
Now that I've dropped out
Why is life dreary dreary
Answer my weary query
Timothy Leary Dearie
Manchester England England
Across the Atlantic Sea
And I'm a genius genius
I believe in God
And I believe that God
Believes in Claude
That's me (that's he)
That's me (that's he)
That's me (that's he)
My Dear Mr. James
I'm sending this letter
To know about your advice and
What will I do when no more
Tears to cry tell me why
People kick and play us
If were a little stone
hey forget we have a heart
I can't go on so sad
Imagine things
Please lend the word
I'm waiting for
Harry, please, hurry,
hurry
Ever feelings happiness
No sadness tears
(Verse)
Waiting for the lights to change
Waiting for that feelin'
My heart beats and it feels so strange
To say it once with feeling
Faced to face with all the pressure
Faced to face with ourselves
All our toughts now bleed togheter
'Cause there is no eye feeling us
(Chorus)
And I watch you wandering alone
And I fallow you home
And you dance inside with the tears in your eyes
There are no boundaries no more
And we wait outside and we kill some time
All our wastefull routines
The senseless styles we've seen
There are no boundaries no more
There ain't nothing no more
(Chorus)
And I watch you wandering alone
And I fallow you home
Any space you can hide, any space you can find
There are no boundaries no more
And we wait outside and we kill some time
Learned to hate routines
The senseless styles we've seen
There are no boundaries no more
Those Texas Cops are mean, man, I’ll tell you how I know
Cause even riding clean, they’ll put you face down on the hood
Then they make you shuck and jive before they let you go
But I do not miss home, no, not home
They got me shaking something fierce on ’59, north of Humble
Just trying to make Texarkana, man, to bed down on the floor
But what I know and they don’t know, is something I know so well
I won’t back down from them and I never will
You can take me for everything and I still wouldn’t ask for more
Your one good meal a day could last me about four
And I sleep well without conscience, passing towns I’ve passed before
Singing , “I do not miss home, no, not home”
If I got one more train to ride, boy, I’d tell you where I’d go
Where railroad cops wore blinders and all fences came with holes
And division points had cold beer flowing by beaches of white sand
But that won’t happen and it never can
But it’s alright, yeah, it’s okay
A bad time is better than no time any day
It’s alright, yeah, it’s okay
A bad time is better than no time any day
You can take me for everything and I still wouldn’t ask for more
Your one good meal a day could last me about four
And I sleep well without conscience, passing towns I’ve passed before
Singing , “I do not miss home, no, not home”
“I do not miss home, no, not home” [3x]
Plains and painted trees, the long south willow street
A raging river turning.
Feelings never change, the names remain the same, and children go on learning.
Like all the town she fights, she prays she'll do it right.
With nature's sounds to guide her safely through the night.
All of Manchester together to carry on the weight that is life, that has changed over night
Let the good lend their hand and the old teach the young.
This is all of Manchester together to carry us on
Shades of red and white in the blinking of an eye, the blues not far behind.
Free to live for the price of the cold November night,
A chill that never dies
Like all the town she fights, she prays she'll do it right.
With nature's sounds to guide her safely through the night.
All of Manchester together to carry on the weight that is life, that has changed over night
Let the good lend their hand and the old teach the young.
This is all of Manchester together to carry us on
All of Manchester...
Father Roger speaks, he brings us to our knees...
Oh it's beautiful
All of Manchester together to carry on the weight that is life, that has changed over night
Let the good lend their hand and the old teach the young.