Jackson BrowneSergio Leone

He came 'round here with his camera and some of his American friends Where the money is immortal and the killing never ends He set out from Cinecitta through the ruined streets of Rome To shoot in Almeria and bring the bodies home He said I'll be rich or I'll be dead I've got it all here in my head He could see the killers' faces and he heard the song they sang Where he waited in the darkness with the Viale Glorioso gang He could see the blood approaching and he knew what he would be Since the days when he was first assisting The Force of Destiny He worked for Walsh and Wyler with the chariot and sword When he rode out in the desert he was quoting Hawks and Ford He came to see the masters and he left with what he saw What he stole from Kurosawa he bequeathed to Peckinpah From the Via Tuscolana to the view from Miller Drive He shot the eyes of bad men and kept their deaths alive With the darkness and the anguish of a Goya or Van Cleef He rescued truth from beauty and meaning from belief Lyrics by Jackson Browne Music by Jackson Browne, Kevin Mccormick, Mark Goldenberg, Mauricio Lewak, Jeff Young (Swallow Turn Music, ascap; Eye Cue Music, ascap; Bossypants Music/Songs of Windswept Pacific, bmi; Bateria Music, ascap; Glad Brad Music, Inc., ascap)
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