Willow is a 1988 American-British fantasy film directed by Ron Howard, produced and with a story by George Lucas, and starring Warwick Davis, Val Kilmer, Joanne Whalley, Jean Marsh, and Billy Barty. Davis plays the eponymous lead character and hero: a reluctant farmer who plays a critical role in protecting a special baby from a tyrannical queen who vows to destroy her and take over the world in a sword and sorcery setting.
Lucas conceived the idea for the film in 1972, approaching Howard to direct during the post-production phase of Cocoon in 1985. Bob Dolman was brought in to write the screenplay, coming up with seven drafts before finishing in late 1986. It was then set up at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer and principal photography began in April 1987, finishing the following October.
The majority of filming took place at Elstree Studios in Hertfordshire, England, as well as Wales and New Zealand. Industrial Light & Magic created the visual effects sequences, which led to a revolutionary breakthrough with digital morphing technology. The film was released in 1988 to mixed reviews from critics, but was a modest financial success, received two Academy Award nominations, and has developed a cult following amongst fantasy fans.
Here we are again
Right on the streets again
The world is fast asleep
We will set it free
See we'll turn the future around
Let's build a satellite
Let's rearrange the tide
Kick things back and forth
'Cause what's a story more for
When the house won it all
Take it all tear down the walls
And claim your ,your own climb
Chest to excuse us
Head to and jar
Oh how can you sleep
Why do you have to seek
'Cause things you know will hurt
And now I'm out I swear I'm out
No more twists and turns
I'll have to live and learn
You know we'll never learn
Take it all tear down the walls
And claim your ,your own climb
We're wasters of the night
We're wasters we can't deny
'Cause we're wasters of the night
We're wasters we can't deny
Lately I'm the only wasted in pavement
Searching the destination to feel home
My feet are now sore from the long,long run
All I see is that I'm back where I was
Lately I'm the only wasted in pavement
Searching the destination to feel home
My feet are now sore from the long,long run
All I see is that I'm back where I was
Take it all tear down the walls