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Death Valley (1982) is a horror film starring Catherine Hicks, Edward Herrmann, Peter Billingsley, Stephen McHattie, Paul Le Mat, Mary Steelsmith and Earl W. Smith. It was directed by Dick Richards and written by Richard Rothstein. It centered on a divorcee and her child being stalked by a serial killer after the boy picks up an object that can help tie the killer to his crimes. The chilling pre-James Horner orchestral score is by television composer Dana Kaproff.
Divorcee Paul Stanton has talked his son Billy into being sent off on holiday (of sorts) to California to join his Mother, Sally and her old high school sweetheart (and current new boyfriend) Mike who are going into Arizona. Deciding on checking out Death Valley, they've yet to find out that it is currently the new stamping grounds of cowboy serial killer (wearing a stetson and a neckerchief to hide his identity) and his equally demented twin (who both have a tendency to tap-dance and belt out good old country ditties). Both have just done away with a teenage couple residing at an abandoned gold mine (with the aid of the couple's own chopping knife). Billy, stretching his legs, stumbles across their camper filled with death, missing the carnage he comes across a frog pendant lying on a shag pile. His moment of kleptomania somewhat seals his fate as its owner returns to find his trinket gone and so he takes off after Billy and his family, who wind up seemingly in the safe vicinity of a nearby Wild West novelty town. But for how long?
I looked outside of my window
There was fear in the pit of my heart
There was desert as far as the eye could see
Blistering, dusty, and hard
I trusted you in desperation
I said heaven forbid this place
It's hotter than hell and I'm loosing my cool
It's just not in the human race
No, no
(Way down low)
Death Valley
(A thousand miles to go)
Ho-ooo
(Way down low)
Hey there Death Valley, yeah
(A thousand miles to go)
Ooo, what if the engine should break down
What if the tire should blow
What if my soul should slip off this bus
And land in the inferno
Tossing and tumbling onward
Watchin' in vain for change
A windmill, a billboard, a Joshua Tree
A rusted old home on the range
Yeah
(Way down low)
Hey, hey, Death Valley, yeah
(A thousand miles to go)
Death Valley
(Way down low)
Hey, oh, oh, oh
(A thousand miles to go)
Slippery sand in the back of my throat, silica in my eyes
Pretty soon this will all be another bad dream if we make it
To the other side
If we make it
If we make it
Death Valley, yeah
(A thousand miles to go)
Aye-yeah Death Valley
(Way down low)
Death Valley
(A thousand miles to go)
(A thousand miles to go)
The human race
Hmm, none of the human race
Uh-yeah
I got slippery sand in the back of my throat
Silica in my eyes
Just another bad bad dream