The film is from the stables of Disney animation. And the stables is quite figurative, as a horse is the protagonist of the movie. A wild mustang. The spirit of freedom is conveyed by the struggle of the horse and a Red-Indian.
Its one of those films which one must see when feeling down and defeated. Bryan Adams and Hans Zimmer have given the music. Following are the lyrics from "Sound the Bugle" - a track from the OST.
Sound the bugle now - play it just for me
As the seasons change - remember how I used to be
Now I can't go on - I can't even start
I've got nothing left - just an empty heart
I'm a soldier - wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing more for me - lead me away...
Or leave me lying here
Sound the bugle now - tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know - that leads to anywhere
Without a light feat that I will - stumble in the dark
Lay right down - decide not to go on
Then from on hight - somewhere in the distance
There's a voice that calls - remember who your are
If you lose yourself - your courage soon will follow
So be strong tonight - remember who you are
Ya you're a soldier now - fighting in abattle
To be free once more -Ya that's worth fighting for
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Numa Numa... err.. Oye Oye.. anybody??
The Romanian song which was doing cool the last summers has been turned into an amateur video using a webcam and seems to have struck cord with the net-surfers. A site reported the video generating more than a million hits!! Amusingly, the video is marked "Work safe"..... guess if that boosted the number of clicks?
Video : - http://www.big-boys.com/articles/numanuma.html
MP3 : - http://etudiants.insia.org/~dammouia/files/Ozone%20-%20Dragostea%20Din%20Tei.mp3
Lyrics: - http://www.catteacorner.com/dragosteadintei.htm
In retrospect, I am forced to change my view that only Indian junta can get hooked up to seemingly meaningless lyrics like "Oye Oye". The song wes definitely a chartbuster and still triggers the memory to recollect several incidents on the part of my life timeline.
The critics have been lambasting the Numa Numa video on the grounds that it lowers/degrades the art of entertainment. And that net-surfers have gone crazy to become so addicted to a far-from-sauve copy of the original. Hey, but what the heck, we are interested in the entertainment quotient of the clip which definitely gets an excellent rating.
Video : - http://www.big-boys.com/articles/numanuma.html
MP3 : - http://etudiants.insia.org/~dammouia/files/Ozone%20-%20Dragostea%20Din%20Tei.mp3
Lyrics: - http://www.catteacorner.com/dragosteadintei.htm
In retrospect, I am forced to change my view that only Indian junta can get hooked up to seemingly meaningless lyrics like "Oye Oye". The song wes definitely a chartbuster and still triggers the memory to recollect several incidents on the part of my life timeline.
The critics have been lambasting the Numa Numa video on the grounds that it lowers/degrades the art of entertainment. And that net-surfers have gone crazy to become so addicted to a far-from-sauve copy of the original. Hey, but what the heck, we are interested in the entertainment quotient of the clip which definitely gets an excellent rating.
Friday, April 01, 2005
The seven stages of life
...... from Shakespeare's "As You Like It". Seems I am at Stage 3.75........
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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