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Title:
Knute Rockne All American

Run Time: 98 minutes
Release Date: 1940
Director: Lloyd Bacon
Genre: Drama
American Movies
Biographical Drama
College & University Life
Athletes & Sports
Origin: USA
Format:
Link to holdings and catalogue record.
VHS
Description: Pat O'Brien's career role may have been his portrayal of the legendary Notre Dame football coach Knute Rockne in this pleasantly schmaltzy and quite popular sentimental favorite from Warner Brothers. The film tales the life of the determined, dedicated man who put the small Indiana Catholic school on the boards as a major collegiate power. The film is just as famous for the role Ronald Reagan played as the gifted, heroic George Gipp, the school's first All-American who died at the end of his last year. The famous dying words 'Win one for the Gipper' is the emotional linchpin of the film, one may actually find himself waiting for the scene. Reagan is and impossibly handsome young George Gipp. With: Gale Page as bonnie Skiles Rockne, Donald Crisp as Father Julius Nieuwland, John Litel as Committee Chairman, Henry O'Neill as doctor, Owen Davis Jr. as Gus Dorais, John Qualen as Lars Knutson Rockne, Dorothy Tree as Martha. Legendary coaches Glenn "Pop" Warner, Amos Alonzo Stagg, Bill Spaulding and Howard Jones play themselves. They all arrive on the scene when investigations about the commercialization of the college game threatens its integrity. Notes: Written by Robert Buckner based on the private papers of Mrs. Knute Rockne. Cinematography by Tony Gaudio. Music by Ray Heindorf.

http://www.lib.unc.edu/house/mrc/films/full.php?film_id=2711

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn who the Gripper was"

Hey, Bob. Thank's for the info, Boston. I do believe, that the "K" in nute is pronounced, but not sure about that.

Well, John, you and Rhett think alike, I suppose.

How are things on the Thames, buddy? Incidentally, London, here's a song for you:

Artist/Band: McTell Ralph
Lyrics for Song: Dear River Thames
Lyrics for Album: Other songs
Dear River Thames,
You keep moving along,
Not knowing where you're going,
Or where you've come from.
Your head's in the valley,
Your feet in the sea,
Dear River Thames,
Stay a while, stay a while,
Listen to me.

Dear River Thames,
Distress blurs my mind,
Through London's gray pastures,
So bleak and unkind.
Clear blue through meadows,
Darker through town,
Dear River Thames,
Stay by me, stay by me,
And don't let me down.

Dear River Thames,
Sail me down to the sea,
Where seagulls sing anthems,
And circle around free.
And there I shall rest,
Where the waters descend,
Dear River Thames,
For the ride, I must confide,
That you are my friend.

From the cd "All the best cowboys have chinese eyes" comes this song by Pete Townshend;

I remember being richer than a king
The minutes of the day were golden
I recall that when the joint passed round
My body felt a little colder
But now I'm like a sewer channel - running lime and scag
Let me get at the master panel - let me at my stack

The sea refuses no river
And right now this river's banks are blown
The sea refuses no river
Whether stinking and rank
Or red from the tank
Whether pure as a spring
There's no damned thing stops the poem
The sea refuses no river
And this river is homeward flowing

I have seen a trace of strain
In other's eyes not spoken
I must admit that I enjoyed their pain
But this time it's me that's broken
I demand for you and His
This must be the time
When we decide what freedom is
Turn water into wine

For the sea refuses no river
We're polluted now but in our hearts still clean
The sea refuses no river
We tried not to age
But time had it's rage
We're washed over stones
From babes into clones of the mean
The sea won't refuse this muddy river
Nor deny the sulfurous stream

There was a fool in a dressing robe
Riding out the twilight hour
Lonely and cold in an empty home
Trying to assess his power
But now he's like a stream in flood
Swollen by the storm
He doesn't care if he sheds his blood
Let him be reborn

For the sea refuses no river
Remember that when the beggar buys a round
The sea refuses no river
And rain fills the gutters
No time for stutters
This is our chance
To sing and to dance and to clown
The sea refuses no river
And rivers were sprung to drown

The sea refuses no river
No pecking code respected for the damned
The sea refuses no river
Whether starving or ill
Or strung on some pill
Just 'cos you own the land
There's no unique hand plugs the dam
The sea refuses no river
And the river is where I am

The river is where I am.

Ah Letty. The Nation's major artery. The Roman's crossed it , traitors were taken along it to meet their maker at the Tower & American tourists are there to see the crown jewels & encouraged to spend their dollars. At which point they might say
"Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."
or perhaps "Come with me to the Casbah & have a Big Mac"

Wow! What a unique title for that song, dys. Beautiful, but sad lyrics.

"...the sea refuses no river...."

Well, I guess it's the same old concern about the planet, and I think it's more what's on it than in it.

(aside to editor; get that apostrophe out of "thanks".)

I'll soon be sleeping like a baby again, dear Dys.

Kissy-wissy from Manchester

Yes, John. History and the rivers of the world. Loved your remark about the Casbah and the Mac. <smile>

Speaking of which:

Rock The Casbah lyrics

Artist - Clash
Album - Various Songs
Lyrics - Rock The Casbah

Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a' cruisnin' down the ville
The muezzin was a' standing
On the radiator grille

CHORUS
The shareef don't like it
Rock the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rock the Casbah
Rock the Casbah

By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail

CHORUS

Now over at the temple
Oh! They really pack 'em in
The in crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a wiff
Of that crazy Casbah jive

CHORUS

The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way

As soon as the shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare

As soon as the shareef was
Outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed

CHORUS

He thinks it's not kosher
Fundamentally he can't take it.
You know he really hates it.

Talk about weird!

kissy wissy ????????????

"Hasta la vista, baby. but I'll be back."

The Gipper? That was Ronald Reagan, in his acting days.

Yes, he was president of the US of A at the time.

Aaah! Tuesday has been quite a day for me, in one way or another.

So....as it is midnight here, and we click over to Wednesday, I am off to bed, in the hope for a good nights sleep.

G'night, everyone.

RUBY TUESDAY (Rolling Stones)


She would never say where she came from
Yesterday don't matter when it's gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and goes

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you smile with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...

Don't question why she needs to be so free
She'll tell you it's the only way to be
She just can't be chained
To a life where nothing's gained
And nothing's lost
At such a cost

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you smile with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...

There's no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Ain't life unkind?

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you smile with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...

Hey, taggers. Just don't cry like a baby, buddy.

Good grief, folks. In comes John and McTag and both Brits are off to sleepy time. I do believe they have been taking lessons from Francis.

Hey, Walter hasn't been here in some time, folks.

Why not a crying song for the gipper:

Kim Carnes
» Cry Like A Baby

(D Penn/S Oldham)
When I think about the good love you gave me
I cry like a baby
Livin' without you is drivin' me crazy
I cry like a baby
Well I know now that you're not a plaything
Not a toy or a puppet on a string
As I look back on a love so sweet
I cry like a baby
Every road is a loney street
I cry like a baby
Today we passed on the street
And you just walked on by
My heart just fell to my feet
And like a fool
I began to cry
When I think about the good love you gave me
I cry like a baby
Livin' without you is drivin' me crazy
I cry like a baby

sure was McT. they don't make 'em like that nowadays


Letty, the Clash ? this one is great

London Calling Lyrics

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London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared - and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the reign of that truncheon thing

CHORUS
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
Cause London is burning - I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go at it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out - and draw another breath
London calling - and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking I saw you running out
London calling, see we ain't got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

CHORUS x2
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning - I, I live by the river

Now get this
London calling, yes, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
And after all this, won't you give me a smile?
London Calling

I never felt so much alike, like-a, like-a...

Hey, Ellpus. Ruby Tuesday? Goodnight, Brit. Hope Wednesday rolls around with no mishaps from Canaveral.

Thanks for poppin' in London.

And another song from our acorn man. <smile>

That's a gloomy type melody, but shines in it's realism, John. I read it twice. Will that suffice?

UhOh. Thinking Frost, I guess.

Yep, well now it's time to pop out and tip toe thru the metaphorical tulips to the the Land of Nod

good night and may the wind fade away from the Pluto flight

goodnight, honey. Sleep well and give us a nod tomorrow. <smile>

You know, listeners. I am a bit concerned about Imur. That Irishman was really gettin into the "Where Am I" thread, and I had hoped that he would take us on a question tour again today.

Well, for us Americans, the IRS is almost as threatening as Pluto. A kinder, gentler Uncle Sam?

And what would these Brits know about taxes?

Artist: The Beatles Lyrics
Song: Taxman Lyrics




One, two, three, four...
Hrmm!
One, two, (one, two, three, four!)

Let me tell you how it will be;
There's one for you, nineteen for me.
'Cause I'm the taxman,
Yeah, I'm the taxman.

Should five per cent appear too small,
Be thankful I don't take it all.
'Cause I'm the taxman,
Yeah, I'm the taxman.

(if you drive a car, car;) - I'll tax the street;
(if you try to sit, sit;) - I'll tax your seat;
(if you get too cold, cold;) - I'll tax the heat;
(if you take a walk, walk;) - I'll tax your feet.

Taxman!

'Cause I'm the taxman,
Yeah, I'm the taxman.

Don't ask me what I want it for, (ah-ah, mister Wilson)
If you don't want to pay some more. (ah-ah, mister heath)
'Cause I'm the taxman,
Yeah, I'm the taxman.

Now my advice for those who die, (taxman)
Declare the pennies on your eyes. (taxman)
'Cause I'm the taxman,
Yeah, I'm the taxman.

And you're working for no one but me.

Taxman!

I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get himself a big dish of beef chow mein
Werewolves of London

If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
Werewolves of London

He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor
Werewolves of London

Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London
Draw blood

well next monday is election time in canada, i fear we will soon be aligned with georges conservative right, as our own scary conservative party looks set for victory

here's some tunes from billy bragg about politics and all that stuff

Ideology
Billy Bragg

When one voice rules the nation
Just because they're top of the pile
Doesn't mean their vision is the clearest
The voices of the people
Are falling on deaf ears
Our politicians all become careerists

They must declare their interests
But not their company cars
Is there more to a seat in parliament
Than sitting on your arse
And the best of all this bad bunch
Is shouting to be heard
Above the sound of ideologies clashing

Outside the patient millions
Who put them into power
Expect a little more back for their taxes
Like school books, beds in hospitals
And peace in our bloody time
All they get is old men grinding axes

Who've built their private fortunes
On the things they can rely
The courts, the secret handshake
The Stock Exchange and the old school tie
For God and Queen and Country
All things they justify
Above the sound of ideologies clashing

God bless the civil service
The nations saving grace
While we expect democracy
They're laughing in our face
And although our cries get louder
The laughter gets louder still
Above the sound of ideologies clashing

Above the sound of ideologies,
Above the sound of ideologies,
Above the sound of ideologies clashing


Days Like These (U.K. Version)
Billy Bragg

The party that became so powerful by sinking
foreign boats
Is dreaming up new promises because promises
win votes
And being resolute in conference with the
ad man's expertise
The majority by their silence shall pay for days like these

The right to build communities is back behind
closed doors
'Tween government and people stands the right arm
of the law
And shame upon the patriot when the mark of the
Bulldog Breed
Is a family without a home and a pensioner in need

Those whose lives are ruled by dogma are waiting
for a sign
The Better Dead Than Red Brigade are listening on the line
And the liberal, with a small L cries in front of the TV
And another demonstration passes on to history
Peace, bread, work, and freedom is the best we
can achieve
And wearing badges is not enough in days like these


Waiting For The Great Leap Forwards
Billy Bragg

It may have been Camelot for Jack and Jacqueline
But on the Che Guevara highway filling up with gasoline
Fidel Castro's brother spies a rich lady who's crying
Over luxury's disappointment
So he walks over and he's trying
To sympathise with her but he thinks that he should warn her
That the Third World is just around the corner

In the Soviet Union a scientist is blinded
By the resumption of nuclear testing and he is reminded
That Dr Robert Oppenheimer's optimism fell
At the first hurdle

In the Cheese Pavilion and the only noise I hear
Is the sound of someone stacking chairs
And mopping up spilt beer
And someone asking questions and basking in the light
Of the fifteen fame filled minutes of the fanzine writer

Mixing Pop and Politics he asks me what the use is
I offer him embarrassment and my usual excuses
While looking down the corridor
Out to where the van is waiting
I'm looking for the Great Leap Forwards

Jumble sales are organised and pamphlets have been posted
Even after closing time there's still parties to be hosted
You can be active with the activists
Or sleep in with the sleepers
While you're waiting for the Great Leap Forwards

One leap forward, two leaps back
Will politics get me the sack?

here comes the future and you can't run from it
If you've got a blacklist I want to be on it

It's a mighty long way down rock 'n roll
From Top of the Pops to drawing the dole

If no one out there understands
Start your own revolution and cut out the middleman

In a perfect world we'd all sing in tune
But this is reality so give me some room

So join the struggle while you may
The Revolution is just a T-shirt away
Waiting for the Great Leap Forwards

one more from mr bragg

The Few
Billy Bragg

At night the Baby Brotherhood and the Inter City Crew
Fill their pockets up with calling cards
And paint their faces red white and blue
Then they go out seeking different coloured faces
And anyone else that they can scare
And they salute the foes their fathers fought
By raising their right hands in the air
Oh look how my country's patriots are hunting down below
What do they know of England who only England know

From the stands of the Empire Stadium
Come the heralds of the New Dark Age
With the simplicities of bigotry
And to whom all the world's a stage
These little John Bullshits know that the press
Will glorify their feats
So that the general public fear them
And the authorities say give 'em all seats
And the wasted seed of the bulldog breed
Is shouting here we go
What do they know of England who only England know

Our neighbours shake their heads
And take their valuables inside
While my countrymen piss in the fountains
To express our national pride
And to prove to the world that England
Is just as rotten as she looks
They repeat the lies that caught their eyes
At school in history books
But the wars they think they're fighting
Were all over long ago
What do they know of England who only England know

And the society that spawned them
Just cries out Who's to blame?
And then wraps itself in the Union Jack
And just carries on the same
Oh look out, my country's patriots are hunting down below
What do they know of England who only England know