Bring me Alfredo Garcia's head, a tale untold,
A cinematic fever, a story to unfold.
In the desert's embrace, where secrets lie,
A headless quest beneath the burning sky,
The Riders on the Storm, a cinematic ride,
Alfredo's head as the elusive guide.
Lost in the wilderness, where desperados roam,
A fusion of sound and image, a masterpiece to comb.
The End is near, but the journey persists,
In the soul of L'America, where reality twists.
Bring me Alfredo Garcia's head, a surreal decree,
A symphony of chaos, where the two worlds agree.
Through celluloid dreams and poetic lyrics spun,
A dance of creation beneath the Californian sun.
In the city of angels, and the desert's embrace,
L'America and Garcia, a timeless chase.
So let the music play, and the reels unroll,
As cinema and song entwine, a harmonious soul.
In the tapestry of art, where echoes never fade,
L'America and Garcia, a ballad serenade.
A cinematic fever, a story to unfold.
In the desert's embrace, where secrets lie,
A headless quest beneath the burning sky,
The Riders on the Storm, a cinematic ride,
Alfredo's head as the elusive guide.
Lost in the wilderness, where desperados roam,
A fusion of sound and image, a masterpiece to comb.
The End is near, but the journey persists,
In the soul of L'America, where reality twists.
Bring me Alfredo Garcia's head, a surreal decree,
A symphony of chaos, where the two worlds agree.
Through celluloid dreams and poetic lyrics spun,
A dance of creation beneath the Californian sun.
In the city of angels, and the desert's embrace,
L'America and Garcia, a timeless chase.
So let the music play, and the reels unroll,
As cinema and song entwine, a harmonious soul.
In the tapestry of art, where echoes never fade,
L'America and Garcia, a ballad serenade.
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- Kris Kristofferson
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