Elvis & heartbreak

By FadedBlues

Elvis & heartbreak

 

 

Graceland was never his true home.

he’s in the penthouse suite

            where the ghosts of the broken roam.

 

the crowds are thick on lonely street

marching in time to heartbreak’s beat.

 

my steel guitar sings a mournful sound

they judged me a killer

            but the corpse wasn’t found.

 

released from the hollows of jailhouse rock

they welcome me here, on this lonely block.

 

my window is marked by the Tennessee rain

my soul bums a ride on a Memphis train.

 

my heart’s still chained to a long gone lover

so hold me, Elvis

 

            …just hold me, brother.




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Published on Sunday, March 31, 2013.     Filed under: "Graphic Art"
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  • Stephanie Sideways On Wednesday, April 10, 2013, Stephanie Sideways (302)By person wrote:

    That was lovely! I love Elvis. X really like a picture poem combo! X

  • Devilish On Wednesday, April 3, 2013, Devilish (3759)By person wrote:

    Oh my god i wish my mother could see this and read this.. she is an elvis freak.. all the way down to his i.d. a comforter and well what ever they sell that has him involved. hello there faded.. love you Scholar

  • A former member wrote: oh, elvis aaron... mourning his silent twin. this breaks my heart. i live in memphis. elvis is my distant kin through his mother's side. my great grandfather used to chase him off his land by firing his rifle because elvis and his horse would eat all of his apples down in houlka, mississippi. as i walked through graceland the one time i was dragged there, i wanted to set fire to it all.... there is no soul. not even a growl. it's empty of him. there are few times i've felt sadder. this is achingly beautiful. there is gospel in this... Scholar

  • Nehema On Tuesday, April 2, 2013, Nehema (1259)By person wrote:

    Amazing the power art has when we associate experiences and emotions with songs and the artists that moved us throughout our lives. Awesome tribute - XXOO Scholar

  • FadedBlues On Monday, April 1, 2013, FadedBlues (2942)By person wrote:

    Friends, thanks. there's a Heartbreak Hotel in every town I've ever been in...

  • Sean Mc Shane On Monday, April 1, 2013, Sean Mc Shane (646)By person wrote:

    I just saw a special on Elvis' darkside. He was a wild one. That was really cool FB. Definitely a nice tribute here. Cool. Later-

  • TWiiSTEDAnGeL On Monday, April 1, 2013, TWiiSTEDAnGeL (415)By person wrote:

    This is a wonderful tribute, I really really like this! Thanks for sharing!

  • Magdalena On Monday, April 1, 2013, Magdalena (785)By person wrote:

    Wonderful Blues, especially the last line... My mums favourite fancy when I was young, she was besotted. :)

  • BlackVelvet Rose On Sunday, March 31, 2013, BlackVelvet Rose (210)By person wrote:

    I agree this is a beautiful tribute... but that one word 'brother' rings so very clear... Scholar

  • dwells On Sunday, March 31, 2013, dwells (5693)By person wrote:

    Jerry Lee Lewis was "the killer" for some reason, a contemporary of sorts. My wife tells me Elvis' twin was 6 months old when he died - so he probably has no recollection, unless spiritually. Wonderful paen to the guy that competes for my wife's affections, but I have a distinct advantage being alive. Cheers bro'

  • M Morgan On Sunday, March 31, 2013, M Morgan (203)By person wrote:

    The word is Brother. The brother that he missed. Think now he is smiling and happy . Must be because gave to us happiness dressed by the rock. Genius homage Poet

  • A former member wrote: A nice tribute and you have used some song references for impact very well.

  • Dei On Sunday, March 31, 2013, Dei (703)By person wrote:

    Beautiful tribute. I love this. What's interesting is the reference to "brother". Could be perceived in more than one way. Were you speaking in the spiritual sense? Actually made me imagine the twin brother that passed away. If he had lived, would they have sang together? mirror images of eachother. swinging hips x two. Or perhaps the tragedy of losing his twin is what made his lip quiver and his voice echo with tragedy even while he smiled.

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