"You're So Cool" - A Love Letter to Films of the Wild West and Deep South...

This was lovingly composed for my best friends birthday, a man who is just one of my soulmates and someone I have loved dearly for over 15 years (and most of all, who loves movies like I do). This silly little love letter is dedicated to something we both adore more than anything else, movies. It's a fun tribute to more than 20 favourite films which range from Wild at Heart, the 60's, 70's and early 80's, and most of all - pay homage to our favourite storyteller, Quentin Tarantino. It starts in Nevada, traverses through New Mexico, Texas and Oklahoma, and finishes in Nashville Tennessee.

I will likely compose another one someday, from New Orleans to New Jersey, covering those locations via film adventures. Would also like to do one for the UK and Italy too, and will definitely do one for Hollywood itself. There is a playlist to go along with it, that I have linked below. In my mind, movies and music engage our souls equally - one through visuals, the other sonically.

It's fun, and anyone that picks up on most of these references is someone I definitely want to spend time with.

See where Sailor and Lula head along that lonely California Road?

John Wayne once said to stay true, a man’s gotta have a code

And the good witch once told me, this whole world’s Wild at heart and weird on top

Watch Sailor and Lula pass by a hitchhiker, who would wind up enslaved to a pawnshop

And in the dead of night under the stars, the darkest corners of the Nevada desert tell y’all to take a listen, and you’ll hear the deep sound comin’ down from Bobby Peru…

 

Those toe-nails dry yet sweet heart? Grab my snakeskin jacket, we’ve got some dancing to do

 

Son number one, let’s take in those sights and head on South, down to New Mexico

We might pass Alabama, Clarence and Elvis, 

But beware of that deadly viper, with her hair of golden’ yellow.

Her rage ain’t gonna be sated, she swears on her twin eyes once so green n’ blue…

Not till she’s found a new grave, upon which 

To lay those lovely sweet flowers down for you

So we keep moving, and we dance with vampires from dusk till dawn

Where Seth Gecko can be still be heard crying

Oh brother where art thou? 

You left me alone to cast out this demon spawn

 

Said Colonal Stonehill: 

I do not entertain hypotheticals, life as it is is vexing enough,

so lets continue to Anarene Texas, catch The Last Picture show,

by the way little Mattie darlin, I’m running low on snuff.

This car is death proof, so lets make like rolling thunder 

Maybe give a ride to Broomhilda and Django

Sharing a wink and a smile as they blow Candyland asunder...

 

Uh oh. Baby, you'd better get me back to that hotel -

I think I just saw Leatherface, and Sally as she ran like hell

Mannix sends his regards, so let’s slow it way down

Did ya know he’s sheriff of Red Rock town?

 

They say this ain’t no country for old men

Yet Easy Riders Billy and Wyatt

seem to have found their zen

Being free is different to talking free, you dig?

But steer clear that Georgia River, there lives a man who will make you squeal like a pig

 

So join me in Nashville for the life of a country singer

They say it’s just honky-tonks and flophouses

Yet Blondie still found work as a gunslinger

Don’t you know by now that just South of that paper moon

Every gun makes its own tune?

If the life of a Nashville Rebel don’t suit you,

be prepared for the long goodbye

And head on back down to Mexico,

where Marlowe can give you a ride

But for the fallen outlaws, desperado's and broken ones,

Whose humour and soul we witnessed in film, word and song

Tell them all the adventure we ever longed for,

Lay hidden inside their stories all along. 

💜