Plot
Halfway home from a drug-sale in Jo'burg, two wannabe gangsters run into trouble when their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. Forced to spend the night at a creepy old holiday resort, their problems escalate when, unpacking the car, their box of cash splits open, spilling a million bucks in eye-catching bundles all over the driveway. They scoop it up, head inside and slam the door, but the damage is done. Greedy eyes have spotted the cash, and in five neighboring chalets, people begin to skeem.
Vista usually refers to a distant view.
Vista may also refer to:
The mountains were high from the valley below
But back in those days they didn't know
What was waiting for them over the divide
And who would be the first to see the other side
But you made the climb up to the crest
Seeing it all ahead of the rest
And your expression showed the wonder of the place
Looking westward with the sunlight on your face
At the wide open vista
At the wide open sweet someday
Climbing over the ridge top
To finally see the view
That none of us ever have known
Crossing over to home
In the vista, home
The flowers are bright here at your side
All of us came to say our goodbye
The light of morning shines stronger in the room
Your breathing changes, the time is coming soon
I speak, my love, I say my words
You squeeze my hand to say that you've heard
And in your eyes I watch the twinkle in the blue
Looking over the ridge and out into the view
At the wide open vista
At the wide open sweet someday
Climbing over the ridge top
To finally see the view
That none of us ever have known
Crossing over to home
In the vista
In the wide open sweet someday
Climbing over the ridge top to finally see the view
All of us go there alone
Crossing over to home
In the vista
The wide open sweet someday
Never shall I love another earthborn face
And I (the knave, the fool) will stay inept
Condemned to forge a barren hell
To deify and then dispel
That summers' love....... in winters' rain I wept
At the vista on the edge of forever
Where the party is culminating thus
Iago deals a hand again
That I have not the wit to comprehend
Above all else our birthright to be shackled will remain
And paths we choose can only be so wide
To greener pastures hence?
(Who knows?)
The joker rocks the fence
But in pastures, green or barren, we abide
At this vista on the edge of forever
Where the party has culminated thus
The deified can now ascend
To where I've not the wit to comprehend
With the currency of damnation