Busby is the English name for the Hungarian prémes csákó or kucsma, a military head-dress made of fur, worn by Hungarian hussars. In its original Hungarian form the busby was a cylindrical fur cap, having a bag of coloured cloth hanging from the top. The end of this bag was attached to the right shoulder as a defense against sabre cuts. In Great Britain busbies are of two kinds: (a) the hussar busby, cylindrical in shape, with a bag; this is worn by hussars and the Royal Horse Artillery; (b) the rifle busby, a folding cap of astrakhan (curly lambswool) formerly worn by rifle regiments, in shape somewhat resembling a Glengarry but taller. Both have straight plumes in the front of the headdress.
The popularity of this military headdress in its hussar form reached a height in the years immediately before World War I (1914–18). It was widely worn in the British (hussars, yeomanry, and horse artillery), German (hussars), Russian (hussars), Dutch (cavalry and artillery), Belgian (Guides and field artillery), Bulgarian (Life Guards), Romanian (cavalry), Austro-Hungarian (Hungarian generals) Serbian (Royal Guards), Spanish (hussars) and Italian (light cavalry) armies.
Busby Marou (pronounced Buz-bee Ma-roo) are an Australian rock duo originally from Rockhampton in Queensland. The duo are characterised by their melodic guitar riffs and meaningful lyrics. The band primarily consists of Thomas Busby and Jeremy Marou, however several other musicians perform with the duo in concert. At the APRA Music Awards of 2012, the duo won 'Blues & Roots Work of the Year' category.
Busby Marou is the first signing to Warner Music Australia’s indie imprint - Footstomp Records, and released their debut, self-titled album on June 24th, 2011, a record which includes their first single “Biding My Time”.
The band has recorded with and played in support of Pete Murray. Their debut EP, the limited release The Blue Road was recorded at Pete Murray's personal studios in Byron Bay and produced by Anthony Lycenko who had worked with artists such as Murray, David Bowie and Shifter. In 2010 they won the Indigenous Award at Brisbane's Q Song Awards and took out a Deadly for Most Promising New Talent in Music.
Sir Alexander Matthew "Matt" Busby, CBE, KCSG (26 May 1909 – 20 January 1994) was a Scottish football player and manager, most noted for managing Manchester United between 1945 and 1969 and again for the second half of the 1970–1971 season. His manager records and longevity at the helm of Manchester United are only surpassed by Sir Alex Ferguson.
Before going into management, Busby was a player for two of Manchester United's greatest rivals, Manchester City and Liverpool. During his time at City, Busby played in two FA Cup Finals, winning one of them. After his playing career was interrupted by the Second World War, Busby was offered the job of assistant coach at Liverpool, but they were unwilling to give him the control over the team that he wanted and he took the vacant manager's job at Manchester United instead.
Born to Alexander and Nellie Busby in a two-roomed pitman's cottage in the mining village of Orbiston, Bellshill, North Lanarkshire, Busby was raised a practising Roman Catholic of Lithuanian ancestry. When he was born, Busby's mother was told by the doctor "A footballer has come into this house today". Busby's father – a miner – was killed by a German sniper during the First World War at the Battle of the Somme, while three of his uncles were killed in France with the Cameron Highlanders.
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Hsu Ji, 6 years old, always forget that when the police is at the school, her father can't pick her up. No more school, he said... Bored in the old house where she is locked, Hsu Ji looks an antic silent movie. when 3 slapstick characters leave the movie to her world... they have so much in common ! and first, they have no ID, just like her.
The Ultimate Roller Boogieman!!!
Baked Goods Gone Bad
Stay Away from Sweets
Plot
Working as chef and butler, the boys wreck a fancy dinner party and, in the process, accidently foil a plot, by enemy agents, to poison a young exiled king.
Keywords: broken-dish, butler, crossword-puzzle, employment-agency, empty-nest-syndrome, europe, exile, flophouse, football, great-depression
Mrs. Elvira Hawkley: The last man I had stayed for several years. He'll tell you I was most accommodating. In fact, I still get letters from him. He's on an island somewhere in the Pacific. I think they call it Alcatraz.
Mrs. Elvira Hawkley: I thought a little spot of this might refresh you before taking up your new duties. It's Chateauneuf 1924.::Stan: Gee, that's pretty old. Haven't you got anything new?
Oliver: Well, there's nothing to it. All you have to do is look the lion straight in the eyes. Lions are afraid of that. I read that in a book.::Stan: But did the lion read the book?
Oliver: Come Stanley, let no one say that we were afraid to die.::Stan: I don't care who says it.
Oliver: We just like to see kids have fun.
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A boatload of Westerners is trapped in Manchuria as bandits led by Russian renegade Voronsky ravage the area. Seeking refuge in a fortified inn, the group is led by the boat's Captain Carson, who becomes involved with a woman who "belongs" to Voronsky. Carson must contend with the bandits outside and the conflicting personalities of those trapped inside the inn, as well as dealing with spies among the inn's personnel.
Keywords: 1930s, alcoholic, american-abroad, animal-in-title, bandit, based-on-novel, boy, burned-alive, butcher, china
L.A., city of smog
Scenesters, hipsters, sneakers, blogs
I got the flyer from Amoeba Records
I called up P and I said, "Yo, let's check this"
I heard at these rave-things, chicks get naked
And I got a dick that's as big as Texas
?? arrived from the crew LA DAFT
I said it's my first rave, they just laughed
Picked up P from the Magic Castle
And hit up LAX and got in, no hassle
We left there when we hit up centerspace
Ron got his camera all up in my face
Tomorrow morning, I'ma be on Cobrasnake
Making out with a chick that my girlfriend hates
But who cares, the party's downtown
??, we're leaving right now
To protect and entertain
In party we trust
Them other DJs ain't fuckin' with us
And from Paris to L.A.
In cash we trust
It's Murs and Busy P, they ain't fuckin' with us
To protect and entertain
In party we trust
Them other DJs ain't fuckin' with us
And from Paris to L.A.
In cash we trust
It's Murs and Busy P, they ain't fuckin' with us
To protect and entertain
In party we trust
Them other DJs ain't fuckin' with us
And from Paris to L.A.
In cash we trust
It's Murs and Busy P, motherfucker!
In the middle of the dancefloor, so damn crunk
I see the Goldenvoice crew and they so damn drunk
Lindsey, Donna, my man Paul T!
Stacy and they all doin' shots with P
Me, I just saw my future wife walk past me
Singing that Peaches--damn she nasty
DJ AM, Steve Aoki
Got the dancefloor packed and it's mostly
Girls, girls, every day
From Paris to Canada to U.S.A.
I snatched one up and we danced for hours
She talked too much; she was off that powder
But looked so good in her Jeremy Scott
And her looks looked perfect for my copping lot
She put her hand down my pants
So I said, "Later P, I'll see you in France"
To protect and entertain
In party we trust
Them other DJs ain't fuckin' with us
And from Paris to L.A.
In cash we trust
It's Murs and Busy P, they ain't fuckin' with us
To protect and entertain
In party we trust
Them other DJs ain't fuckin' with us
And from Paris to L.A.
In cash we trust
It's Murs and Busy P, they ain't fuckin' with us
To protect and entertain
In party we trust
Them other DJs ain't fuckin' with us
And from Paris to L.A.
In cash we trust
It's Murs and Busy P, motherfucker!
Paris to Los Angeles
Au revoir, motherfuckers
And you can fuck with my accent all you want
But you can suck my dick
And shoutout to all the--all my, all my n-words
All my black people in France
For being the only other niggas to burn some shit down
when the white people fuck wit you
We don't take any shit
Le Chop Suey c'est Bon!
Le Chop Suey c'est Cool!
I was walkin down a dark way, trouble had to find me
The street corner shark was comin up behind me
I grabbed my pistol, punk started to whistle
Like you got a missile, boy, you know this'll
Be fun, I put my hand up on my gun
He tried to cut me on run, huh - but yo, I'm not the one
Flexin up the trigger finger, a dead ringer
I'm not a singer, and life just don't linger
But I looked the boy in his eyes, and he almost cried
But before he died
In the first degree
That's what you get when you're messin with the Busy Bee
Yeah, murder
You better write your will
I'm Busy Bee, I pay the bills, dressed to kill
Murder style
Murder style
A black guy on Howard Beach
A boy lay bleedin from his head to his feet
The police writin up his report
Drinkin coffee from a cup and doin what he was taught
At the academy, mistaken identity
The boy was a friend of me, guess he wasn't meant to be
Remedies, diagnosis or cure or a conclusion
There's no confusion, it's just winnin and losin
Hey, there's no pity or remorse
There's no pause, cause what's lost is lost
Huh, so throw his body in the bag
And they'll say that he was high on crack
But it's
In the first degree
That's what you get when you're messin with society
Yeah, murder
You better write your will
I'm Busy Bee, I pay my bills, dressed to kill
I'm talkin bout
Girl named Patty drived a black Caddy
The girl was so fine, I wanted to kiss her daddy
Bring her mama out to dinner
Bring Patty to the race track, then bring home a winner
Buy her earrings and medaillons
I got juice by the gallon
But she got legs like a stallion
Plus to be a cutie's her duty
She got brains plus beauty
Don't even think about the booty
Bumpers, and she got no breaks
So when she walks her shimmy'll shake
Like??? from the earthquake, on the eaves she would drop
She'd go on the horn and say "I can't stop"
The way she move, the way she pose
She knows how to put on - and even take off clothes
I never leave her, I never desert her
She so bad - the bitch was murder
Yeah
Dance, sucker
This is murder
A pretty good-lookin, fine young lady
Drivin a Mercedes, soon to have a baby
Three months gone, she's treated like a pawn
And all the joyridin good times - all that was gone
Her world changed, she was feelin strange
Things was runnin through her brain, cravin, hunger pains
And her friend, he stopped goin steady
Then reality hit her - she realized she ain't ready
So now she must proceed with caution
And sneak to the clinic and gettin an abortion
They're both foetal, the less is too evil
It' still raw, but still legal
It's murder
In the first degree
That's what you get when you're messin with society
Yeah, it's murder
You better write your will
I'm Busy Bee, I pay the bills, I'm dressed to kill
In Bed-Stuy
It's do or die
It's no why
Why's a crooked letter
Yes, let's go get her
You better met my beretta
(Why?) The song set her
Don't do the crime
If you can't do the time
Do let her get away
To pray you must lay
Because if you get caught
You get the time anyway
A lotta guys went to jail who ain't ready
The only thing worse than a criminal is one that's petty
Go to jail to get large
He's doin life - what's his charge?
In the first degree
That's what you get when you're messin with the Busy Bee
Yeah, it's murder
You better write your will
I'm Busy Bee, I pay the bills, I'm dressed to kill
Talkin bout