He was an accident waiting to happen
Most accidents happen at home
Maybe he should've gone out more often
Maybe he should've answered the phone
Hip-shakin' shoutin' in gold lame'
That's how he earned his regal sobriquet
Then he threw it all away
For a porcelain monkey
He threw it away for a porcelain monkey
Gave it all up for a figurine
He traded it in for a night in Las Vegas
And his face on velveteen
From a shotgun shack singing Pentecostal hymns
Through the wrought iron gates to the TV room
He had a little world, it was smaller than your hand
It's a rockabilly ride from the glitter to the gloom
Left behind by the latest trends
Eating fried chicken with his regicidal friends
That's how the story ends
With a porcelain monkey
He threw it away for a porcelain monkey
Gave it all up for a figurine
He traded it in for a night in Las Vegas
And his face on velveteen
Hip-shakin' shoutin' in gold lame'
That's how he earned his regal sobriquet
Then he threw it all away
For a porcelain monkey
Thursday, August 16, 2007
GT12's Nod To Elvis
By '64 he was no John Lennon. '65 is when I got hooked on the Beatles. Elvis was always 'old' music. By 1977 he was no more Rock than The Starland Vocal Band.
Nothing changed my mind on this until maybe the 90's when I grew to appreciate those pre-Army Sides. But compared to the stuff coming out of Atlantic at that time? No contest.
Peter Guralnick's books did nothing to change my mind.
Anyway ... Above is the most popular picture in the United States Archives. I picked up a coffee mug with the photo on it a few years ago and it has been my constant companion at work ever since.
Nothing really says more about how bizarre and pathetic both of these men had become.
I love it.
Warren Zevon may have written it best:
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