Distant Voices, Still Lives Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1988
- 85 min
- 336 Views
- It was Schmeling, Scouse.
- You're wrong. Schmeling never won the title.
The heavyweight champions were...
Jack Sharkey, Primo Carnera,
Braddock,
Baer...
No, I tell a lie, Baer then Braddock.
And then Joe Louis,
who held that title till...
1948 from 1937.
Come on, Scouse.
To sing a worried song
To sing a worried song
to sing a worried song
I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long
Thanks for coming home, son.
I got compassionate leave, Mom.
Was
...wrong...
...lad.
OK, Dad.
OK.
So wherever she may be
Go bring her back to me
Roll along
Roll along
Kentucky
Moon
More band!
Whoopie!
I like pickled onions
I like pickled cabbage
Piccalilli is all right with a bit of
cold meat on a Sunday night
I like Tommy-a-toes
But the best thing...
- Your gran's in fine fettle.
- Just come back from the Isle of Man.
She's just like me dad and I bleedin' hate her.
- Whoopie!
- More bleeding punch!
Don't fall Mom
Please don't fall
Why did you marry him, Mom?
He was nice.
He was a good dancer
Here I go again
I hear those trumpets blow again
All a glow again
Taking a chance on love
Here I slide again
About to take that ride again
Starry-eyed again...
- No! Never be like that!
- No! Tommy, no!
Tommy, no! Please, Tommy!
Oh, Tommy, no!
Shut up. Shut up!
- Aaah!
- Shut up, shut up!
Shut up!
But now I'm taking the game up
And the ace of hearts is high
Things are mending now
Taking a chance on love
If anything happens to my mom...
...Ill bleedin' kill you.
Go on, Maisie, give us Barefoot Days
Barefoot days
When we were just a couple of kids
Barefoot days
And all the things we did
We'd go down to a shady nook
Use a bent pin for a hook
And we'd fish all day, we'd fish all night
But the goddamn fish refused to bite
And then we'd slide
Down someone's backyard door
Slide and slide
Till our pants was tore
Then we'd have to go home
We'd have to go to bed
While our mother got busy
with the needle and thread
Oh, boy
What joy we had in barefoot days
Make sure there's room in there.
Tommy, where are the kids?
Where are the kids?
Come in. Come in.
Where the bleedin' hell have you been?
- They're getting closer!
- They're gonna bomb us!
Sing, Eileen.
Sing.
Roll out the barrel
We'll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel
We've got the blues on the run
Zing boom tararrel
We'll have a song of good cheer
Now's the time to roll the barrel
Cos the gang's all here
How are you, Ei?
OK, mom.
What's scarlet fever, mom?
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