Ex-Harlock of PRODIGY
Taken in Berlin in 19something..La Vita, a volte, è molto dura, vero?
A few notes on this man, me:
I'm quite easy to please, so here ya go. I dream to one day own a pet chimp, they're really cool animals. Also, i'm currently saving money to buy my other dream, which is a Gas Station in Detroit! It's a beauty! Dream #3 used to be Ursula Andress, but i found somebody sexier, so there!
I'm an IRA expatriate, expert in explosives, but don't tell anyone. Otherwise we'll never pull off that revolution in Mexico...you know, with them turning the "Banco Nacional de Mesa Verde" into a political prison, and all.
I don't smoke...cigarettes, but the occasional cigar is fine. I like lighting my matches on the most creative places! I hate the smoke, though, i like gunpowder better.
I also don't drink much, and often people laugh at me in the saloons when i order milk. A couple slaps to their faces and they change the tune pretty quick.
My best friends are scattered all over the globe at the moment. Jack Beauregard went to europe and disappeared...Quigley went down under...and my friend Trinity and his brother Bambino...well, here's a pic of them. Haven't heard from Django and Sartana lately. Ah well... I'd love to stay and chat...ma non posso, perchè devo uccidere! :-)
So now i must introduce you to mia cara...
Belissima, come Linda Hamilton
Random Lyrics
Click on the song titles to hear them in RealAudio!
A Gringo Like Me (Adios, Gringo):
Keep your hand on your gun
don't you trust anyone
there's just one kind of man that you can trust,
and that's a dead man
or a gringo like me!
Be the first one to fire
Every man is a liar
there just one kind of man who tells the truth
and that's a dead man
or a gringo like me!
Don't be a fool for a smile or a kiss
or your bullet might miss
keep your eye on your gold!
There's just one rule that can save you your life
It's your hand on your knife and the love for your soul
Keep your hand on your gun
don't you trust anyone
there's just one kind of man that you can trust,
and that's a dead man
or a gringo like me!
A Pistol For Ringo (Una Pistola per Ringo)
Countries that know only the springtime
and new greenfields with your sudden of hay
oh, Ringo, with his angel face
and the woman who was waiting for his return
Cross the canyons he'd laugh down the valley's depth
and he left behind a river of blood
for his life was guided by a cruel vice
he only had a mind to get gold
Rivers, you know how is a story and his often
was a pressage of death
Ringo had an angel face...but whenever ringo loved...
Ringo fought..
Click here to send me mail