Ennio Morricone, Grand Officer OMRI, Italian pronunciation: [ˈɛnnjo morriˈkoːne], (born November 10, 1928) is an Italian composer and conductor, who has written music for more than 500 motion pictures and television series, in a career lasting over 50 years. His scores have been included in over 20 award-winning films as well as several symphonic and choral pieces. Morricone is most famous for his work in the Spaghetti Westerns directed by his friend Sergio Leone, including A Fistful of Dollars (1964), For a Few Dollars More (1965), The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (1966), and Once Upon a Time in the West (1968) but his career includes a wide range of composition genres making him one of the film world's most versatile artists. He is considered as one of the most influential film music composers of the 20th century.
Born in Rome, Italy, Morricone took up the trumpet as a child and attended the National Academy of Santa Cecilia to take lessons on the instrument at the age of nine. He formally entered a conservatory at the age of 12, enrolling in a four-year harmony programme. He received his trumpet diploma in 1946 and started working professionally, composing the music to "Il Mattino" ("The Morning"). Morricone soon gained popularity by writing his first background music for radio dramas and quickly moved into film.
Return of Ringo
(from the film Return of Ringo)
Music by Ennio Morricone
Sung by Maurizio Graf
I kiss at last the beloved ground of my land,
That I left one day with my hard heart full of pain.
I have looked in the faces of my old friends,
But nobody looked at me as my old friends.
And now what happens you must, you must tell me.
You must remember who I am.
If you see a man with downcast eyes and ragged clothes,
Walking through your village, don't shun him but go beside.
I'm that man and now I beg you, help me, I need you.
I need you.
The liar who told my sweetheart that I was dead,
To take my place, he shall pay for this base lie.
Those who saw me as a rundown man,
Those who tried to destroy all our world,
Shall leave forever our beloved land,
Because we are fearless men.
Because we are fearless men.
Somewhere there is a land where men do not kill each
other.
Somewhere there is a land where men call a man a brother.
Somewhere you will find a place where men live without
fear.
Somewhere, if you keep on running, someday you'll be
free.
Never, no never no they'll never lock you in.
No never, no never, no never let them win.
Go ahead young man, face towards the sun,
Run man, run while you can,
Run man, run man, run.
Running like a hare, like deer, like rabbit,
Danger in the air, coming near, you can feel it,
And you're panting like hare, like deer like a rabbit,
Running from the snare until fear is a habit.
Hurry on and on and on.
Hurry on and on, hurry on and on
Run and run until you know you're free,
Run to the end of the world 'til you find a place
where they never never never
No never no they'll never lock you in.
Never, no never, no never let them win.
Go ahead young man, face towards the sun,
Run man, run while you can,
Always lonely
Always looking
To get even with the men,
Who did him wrong.
That was Billy
Lonesome Billy
Who was quick to think
A gun could make him strong.
No one tougher or more daring.
Only he and his gun sharing
The great fight to live
And his great love to fight.
A rough man who played with danger,
To whom trouble was no stranger,
Until one day he lay dying.
He'd filled his date with destiny.
Never friendly
Never trusting
Always kept one ready hand near his gun.
That was Billy
Lonesome Billy
The rough man
Who would rather kill than run.
The rough man
"I knew I loved you" - The Lyrics!
I knew I loved you
Before I knew you
The hands of time
Would lead me to you
An evening star
Was from afar
It guided me here
It knew you'd be here
Now wrapped in moonlight
At last together
Here in the incandescent glow
We are all we need to know
As we softly please each other
'Til the stars and shadow glow
And we sleep
With our dreams around us.
Oooohhhh ahhhhhh
Ooohhhhohhhh
It guided me
It knew you'd be here
I knew I loved you
Before I found you
I knew I'd built my world around you
Now all my days
And all my nights
And my tomorrows
Will all begin
And end
With you...
Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
"Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war.
Blue grass and cotton, burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone so soldier march on to die.
Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
"Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war.
There in the distance a flag I can see,
Scorched and in ribbons but whose can it be,
How ends the story, whose is the glory
Ooh to dream a dream or two.
Ooh and to believe in you.
Saharan winds to bring me wings to fly
so far away so far so high.
Saharan mystery
will charm the words
that mark the history
of wars and world
I'll cross the night
and come to you.
You'll take me to heights
beyond the blue,
the blue of a sweet Saharan dream.
Ooh so far across the dune
Keep your hand on your gun
Don't you trust anyone
There's just one kind of man
That you can trust
That's a dead man...
Or a gringo like me
Be the first one to fire
Every man is a liar
There's just one kind of man
Who tells the truth
That's a dead man...
Or a gringo like me
Don't be a fool for a smile or a kiss
Or your a bullet might miss
Keep your eye on your goal
There's just one rule
That can save you your life
It's a hand on your knife
And the Devil in your soul
Keep your hand on your gun
Don't you trust anyone
There's just one kind of man
That you can trust
That's a dead man...
Or a gringo like me
Keep your hand on your gun
Don't you trust anyone
There's just one kind of man
That you can trust
That's a dead man...
Or a gringo like me...
Or a gringo like me...
Or a gringo like me...
Father, yes, I am a prisoner
Fear not to relay my crime
The crime is loving the forsaken
Only silence is shame
And now I'll tell you what's against us
An art that's lived for centuries
Go through the years and you will find
What's blackened all of history
Against us is the law
With its immensity of strength and power
Against us is the law!
Police know how to make a man
A guilty or an innocent
Against us is the power of police!
The shameless lies that men have told
Will ever more be paid in gold
Against us is the power of the gold!
Against us is racial hatred
And the simple fact that we are poor
My father dear, I am a prisoner
Don't be ashamed to tell my crime
The crime of love and brotherhood
And only silence is shame
With me I have my love, my innocence,
The workers, and the poor
For all of this I'm safe and strong
And hope is mine
Rebellion, revolution don't need dollars
They need this instead
Imagination, suffering, light and love
And care for every human being
You never steal, you never kill
You are a part of hope and life
The revolution goes from man to man
And heart to heart
And I sense when I look at the stars
That we are children of life
Come hold me now
I am not gone
I would not leave you here alone
In this dead calm beneath the waves
I can still hear those lost boys calling
You could not speak
You were afraid
To take the risk of being left again
And so you tipped your hat and waved and then
You turned back up the gangway of that steel tomb again
And in Mott street in July
When I hear those seabirds cry
I hold the child
The child in the man
The child that we leave behind
And in Mott street in July
When I hear those seabirds cry
I holds the child
The child in the man
The child that we leave behind
The spotlight fades
The boys disband
The final notes lie mute upon the sand
And in the silence of the grave
I can still hear those lost boys calling
We left them there
When they were young
The men were gone until the west was won
And now there's nothing left but time to kill
You never took us fishin' dad and now you never will
And in Mott street in July
When I hear those seabirds cry
She holds the child
The child in the man
The child that we leave behind
Countries, that know only the springtime
And your green fields, with your scentin' of hay
Know Ringo, with his angel face
And a woman, who was waitin' for his return
Cross the canyons he laughed
Down the valley the death
And he left behind a river of blood
For his life was guided
By a crude law
He only had a mind to get gold
Rivers, you know how is the story
And his laughin' was a presage of death
Ringo had an angel face
But whenever Ringo laughed, Ringo fired
Ringo had an angel face
But whenever Ringo laughed, Ringo fired
Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
"Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war.
Blue grass and cotton, burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone so soldier march on to die.
Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
"Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war.
There in the distance a flag I can see,
Scorched and in ribbons but whose can it be,
How ends the story, whose is the glory
Ask if we dare, our comrades out there who sleep.
I will bring the sun through darkened clouds
And I will live with you rainbows for your eyes
Rainbows for your eyes
Now, my love, we are one
We are one
We are one, cried my love
Let me lead you where the moonlit waters fall
Shadows softly call
My love, we are one
We are one
We are one, cried my love
Let me lead you where the stillness of the night
Delivered dawn's first light
My love, we are one
We are one
We are one
Era uma vez
Um rasgo de magia
Dança de sombra e de luz
De sonho e fantasia
Num ritual que me seduz
Cinema que me dás tanta alegria
Deixa a música
Crescer nesta cadência
Na tela do meu cara�o
Voltar a ser criança
E assim esquecer a solidão
Os alhos a brilhar
Numa sala escura
Voa a 24 imagens por segundo
Meu comovida cara�o
Aprendeu a voar
Neste Cinema Paraíso
Que eu trago no olhar
Somewhere there is a land where men do not kill each
other.
Somewhere there is a land where men call a man a brother.
Somewhere you will find a place where men live without
fear.
Somewhere, if you keep on running, someday you'll be
free.
Never, no never no they'll never lock you in.
No never, no never, no never let them win.
Go ahead young man, face towards the sun,
Run man, run while you can,
Run man, run man, run.
Running like a hare, like deer, like rabbit,
Danger in the air, coming near, you can feel it,
And you're panting like hare, like deer like a rabbit,
Running from the snare until fear is a habit.
Hurry on and on and on.
Hurry on and on, hurry on and on
Run and run until you know you're free,
Run to the end of the world 'til you find a place
where they never never never
No never no they'll never lock you in.
Never, no never, no never let them win.
Go ahead young man, face towards the sun,
Run man, run while you can,
Run man, run man, run.
Come hold me now
I am not gone
I would not leave you here alone
In this dead calm beneath the waves
I can still hear those lost boys calling
You could not speak
You were afraid
To take the risk of being left again
And so you tipped your hat and waved and then
You turned back up the gangway of that steel tomb again
And in Mott street in July
When I hear those seabirds cry
I hold the child
The child in the man
The child that we leave behind
And in Mott street in July
When I hear those seabirds cry
I holds the child
The child in the man
The child that we leave behind
The spotlight fades
The boys disband
The final notes lie mute upon the sand
And in the silence of the grave
I can still hear those lost boys calling
We left them there
When they were young
The men were gone until the west was won
And now there's nothing left but time to kill
You never took us fishin' dad and now you never will
And in Mott street in July
When I hear those seabirds cry
She holds the child
The child in the man
Countries, that know only the springtime
And your green fields, with your scentin' of hay
Know Ringo, with his angel face
And a woman, who was waitin' for his return
Cross the canyons he laughed
Down the valley the death
And he left behind a river of blood
For his life was guided
By a crude law
He only had a mind to get gold
Rivers, you know how is the story
And his laughin' was a presage of death
Ringo had an angel face
But whenever Ringo laughed, Ringo fired
Ringo had an angel face
Timeless monoliths of hate
Infuriating my cryptic devotion
The code to open the final gate... where the funeral
dream resides
Awaiting into the emerald abysm
Guided through visionary flames
Guided through visionary flames
By the calling of an astral fiend
Rest in fire, arriving ...so far from home, but this is
the place
Farseeing ...sun and moon corroding, this is the place,
finish the mission
...The final time to liberate and to unveil the code to
open the final gate
Timeless monoliths of hate
Era uma vez
Um rasgo de magia
Dança de sombra e de luz
De sonho e fantasia
Num ritual que me seduz
Cinema que me dás tanta alegria
Deixa a música
Crescer nesta cadência
Na tela do meu cara�o
Voltar a ser criança
E assim esquecer a solidão
Os alhos a brilhar
Numa sala escura
Voa a 24 imagens por segundo
Meu comovida cara�o
Aprendeu a voar
Neste Cinema Paraíso
Que eu trago no olhar
E também no sorriso
Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
"Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war.
Blue grass and cotton, burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone so soldier march on to die.
Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
"Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war.
There in the distance a flag I can see,
Scorched and in ribbons but whose can it be,
How ends the story, whose is the glory
Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
"Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war.
Blue grass and cotton, burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone so soldier march on to die.
Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
"Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war.
There in the distance a flag I can see,
Scorched and in ribbons but whose can it be,
How ends the story, whose is the glory