Rope is a 1948 American thriller film based on the play Rope (1929) by Patrick Hamilton and adapted by Hume Cronyn (treatment) and Arthur Laurents, directed by Alfred Hitchcock and produced by Sidney Bernstein and Hitchcock as the first of their Transatlantic Pictures productions. Starring James Stewart, John Dall and Farley Granger, it is the first of Hitchcock's Technicolor films, and is notable for taking place in real time and being edited so as to appear as a single continuous shot through the use of long takes.
The original play was said to be inspired by the real-life murder of 14-year-old Bobby Franks in 1924 by University of Chicago students Nathan Leopold and Richard Loeb.
On a late afternoon, two brilliant young aesthetes, Brandon Shaw (Dall) and Phillip Morgan (Granger), murder a former classmate, David Kentley (Dick Hogan), by strangulation in their apartment. They commit the crime as an intellectual exercise: they want to prove their superiority by committing the "perfect murder".
Hollow this - and maybe you can swallow this - I don't know
I guess it always seems that something in this life is diseased
But guess what I know - Here's something that you can't devour
It's something moving with the tide and now it's ripping you from inside
Follow me into the Abyss of the windfall that's tearing you down
It's OK to believe that there's something in nothing now
I'm at the end of my rope
If I could give - I'll bet I would play dead
If I could live - I'd fall apart again
If I could fly - away from all this pain
If I could run - I'd crumble again
Please rewind - retrace your life - and then you'll find
That everything you learned in this - is just a pile of worthlessness
So suffocate - and maybe you can separate
And in the end - it's no surprise - that only in death will you realize
I'm at the end of my rope
If I could give - I'll bet I would play dead
If I could live - I'd fall apart again
If I could fly away - from all this pain
If I could run - I'd crumble again
If it's true - it's just to pass the time - just to pacify my will to bind
You can't drive when you're blind - and it burns your eyes
You can't hold me to a place in time - where I'm stuck behind
You can't climb out of the flood -the sign - listen to the lies that cut
you up inside - and the blood will stain our lives
If I could.....
I'm at the end of my rope
If I could give more - yeah
If I could cut me in any way I could
If I could fly away
If I could....If I could run
Picture in my head
stretches miles wide
Picture in my head
is burning me inside tonight
I’d like to know the facts
before they deceive me
Why the mountains touch the sky,
no ground beneath me,
Why the trees in the forest stand so tall,
God, I want to know
Bury it in hope
Pull me by the rope
Nothing but alone
What’s the fastest way home?
Put an end to the unknown
Leave me alone
But that won’t be enough
My hope in life is soon to be my crutch
I kept it in and now I’ll keep it shut
So throw it all away, lock it up
An illustration
And off better days
It’s just an image in my mind
God, I want to know
Bury it in hope
Pull me by the rope
Down by the harbourside
A boat is fastened by a length of rope.
It was a perfect match,
Dreaming of escape,
Feeling almost detached.
Look beneath the waves -
The seabirds diving down into black water.
The morning bells begin,
Schoolchildren chant and spin.
A length of rope
Below a hanging tree,
Like cruel secrets some of us turn out to be.
Should our love increase,
We are all released like statues from marble.
While in a prison yard,
They're taking turns to guard
A length of rope.
Are you too weak to fight?
Picking up a thread and then stretching it tight.
Look beneath the waves -
The seabirds diving down into black water.
Still our love increased,
One free end bound his ankles, also bound his knees
He had left a trail of blood that led into the trees
He lay beneath a broken branch face down in the grass
No mason or bricklayer he, a trowel was in his ass
They found spray paint in his sinus, cotton in his ears
His cheeks showed little slugstyle tracks that dried
there from hs tears
The morning that they found him dead the sun was shining
bright
It cast a shadow of the rope that he had tied so tight
The shadow fell across the grass, across his filthy
clothes
It fell across the shit-caked pants he wore over his hose
He lay beneath a broken branch face down in the grass
This indecision got me climbing up the walls
I've been cheating gravity and waiting on the fall
How did this come over me, I thought I was above it all
Our hope's gone up in smoke, swallow your crown
Choke! On a kiss, I thought I'd save my breath for you
Choke! On a kiss, I thought I'd save my breath for you
Give me some rope I'm coming loose, I'm hanging on you
Give me some rope I'm coming loose, I'm pulling for you now
Give me some rope I'm coming out of my head, into the clear
When you go I come loose
These premonitions got me crying up a storm
Leave your condition, this position does no harm
Choke! On a kiss, I thought I'd save my breath for you
Choke! On a kiss, I thought I'd save my breath for you
Give me some rope I'm coming loose, I'm hanging on you
Give me some rope I'm coming loose, I'm pulling for you now
Give me some rope I'm coming out of my head, into the clear
When you go I come loose
Give me some rope I'm coming loose, I'm hanging on you
Give me some rope I'm coming loose, I'm pulling for you now
Give me some hope I'm coming through, I'm counting on you
Give me some rope I'm coming out of my head, into the clear
When you go I come...
Don't you know what you could do for me
With one thin rope?
Don't you know what you could do for me
With one more stroke?
Don't you know what your heaving breath
Does for this burnt swelling flesh?
Don't you know how I feel with your
Fingers around my neck?
Pass me the rope
The burn is intense
I'm starting to choke
The yearning relents
Like a pig in a poke
I've hurt and I've hoped
Well I lie for the life of me
The biles at the back of my throat
There's a bloated germ in my belly
That yearns for one small slit
Therein this writhing sperm
This blow off in the grit
Pass me the rope
The burn is intense
I'm starting to choke
The yearning relents
Like a pig in a poke
I've hurt and I've hoped
Well I lie for the life of me
The biles at the back of my throat
I don't need no one to tell me nothing
I can take myself in my own good time
I met my maker when I met my mother
Not the seven bribes of Christ
Don't trespass on my patience
Your eyes are bigger than your belly
Like the letter of the law
Like the ulcerating sore
I'm sucking on the stick that stinks
Pass me the rope
The burn is intense
I'm starting to choke
The yearning relents
Like a pig in a poke
I've hurt and I've hoped
Well I lie for the life of me
(whispering)
I've seen that light above me baby, and the rope.
I've seen that hole above me baby, and the rope.
I've seen that light above me baby, and the rope.
I've seen that hole above me baby, and the rope.
I've heard them calling, calling. I've heard them six below.
I've heard them calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling.
I've seen the light above me, baby, and the rope.
I've seen the hole above me baby, and the rope.
I've seen the sight of angels? and tearing out their wings.
So drown in the life worth living then buy a wedding ring
The weight of a meaningful home looking down that long hallway.