What I Want This To Accomplish

I love music. I love all kinds of music. I love a good melody and I love good lyrics. Here's the thing. Too often I have noticed people getting lost in the melodic side of a song and never listen to the lyrics, the message that the songwriter is trying to share with the listener. Words mean things and there are a lot of songs out there with great lyrics. Here you will find love and hurt, pain and longing, emotions and intimate thoughts from songwriters over the years. There will be no commentary from me on the lyrics. Just the words. The words for you to read, process and ponder and hopefully come away with a little more meaning to a song than just a lovely melody. A more complete understanding of where the artist is coming from. - Bill Clark

Thursday, January 8, 2015

HE WAS THE KING

The last time I saw Elvis
He was shooting at a color TV
The phones were ringing in the pink motel
And the rest is history
He was the King

The last time I saw Elvis
He was singing a gospel song
You could tell he had the feeling
And the whole world sang along
He was the King

The last time I saw Elvis
He was up on the silver screen
Pushing a plough in a black and white movie
And everybody started to scream
Yes, he was the King

The last time I saw Elvis
It was some kind of Vegas dream
Spotlights flashed on a silver cape
And a blue-haired lady screamed
He was the King

The last time I saw Elvis
He was fronting a three-piece band
Rocking on the back of a flatbed truck
With an old guitar in his hand
He was the King

The last time I saw Elvis

The last time I saw Elvis
He was riding in a pink Cadillac
Wind was blowing through his hair
And he never did look back
He was the King

Thank you very much

The last time I saw Elvis
He was singing that gospel song
You could tell that he had the feeling
And the whole world sang along
He was the King
 
He was the King
He was the King
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