Darren Hanlon - Eli Wallach lyrics

I've only known you for 10 minutes but I'd prefer you didn't die just yet You're on a horse, your hands are tied and there's a rope around your neck One of them's good, the other ones bad and you're no oil painting But you play the part of the holy rouge Dance along like the desert's your stage Your soul possessed by the ghost of Stanislavski Eli Wallach Through his silver tooth, before he shoots he speaks their epitaph Loose scripts and unsynced lips and he still makes us laugh Like when he wears his gun while he's in the bath Disbeliever: But for all of your laughter, you're going crazy like some guy like he's your zen master… Darren: I know But inspiration's rare as gold, hidden in an unmarked grave You find a hero where you least expect it Mine's been in over 50 films And I'd have thought by now Somebody would have written a book about him