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WALKING IN MEMPHIS
Put on my blue suede shoes
and I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
in the middle of the pouring rain
W.C.Handy - won't you look down over me
yeah I got a first class ticket but
I'm as blue as a girl can be
Then I'm walking in Memphis
walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
but do I really feel the way I feel
Saw the gost of Elvis
on Union Avenue
followed him up to the gates of Graceland
then I watched him walk right through
now security they did not see him
they just hovered 'round his tumb
but there's a pretty little thing
waiting for the King
down in the jungle room
(Chorus)
They've got catfish on the table
they've got gospel in the air
and Reverend Green be bad to see you
when you haven't got a prayer
but boy you've got a prayer in Memphis
now Gabriel plays piano
every Friday at the Hollywood
and they brought me down to see him
and they asked me if I would-
do a little number
and I sang with all my might
and he said-
"Tell me are you a Christian child?"
and I said "Man, I am tonight"
(Chorus)
Put on my blue suede shoes...
Fecha de nacimiento: 7 de Agosto de 1960.
Estudios: graduado en Literatura Moderna.
He aquí una muestra de sus dotes como poeta:
CLICHÉ JUICE
Home is where the heart is and my
heart is
out travelling. Up into the wild blue yonder,
wingless, prayerful that this miracle of flight
will not end, just yet.
Also at home, with you, on the ground
wherever you might be at the moment, grounded
like a highschooler, like a wire, a bird and a wire,
feet on the ground and my heart in my throat now, now
in my feet, lawfully descending with gravity
to the lower lowest, most sought after
most beautifully bound, home.
Aspirations involve reparations. We reach
for the stars wondering what we are.
But my Reason has been found
by finding you and looking down. And it is there,
not in the stars of fantasized worlds, fifth
dimentions, sixth senses, holy paralallel potentates of
potentialities-- that my feet will trace
their slow as history itself dance:
a walking calligraphy so subtle that it will take 40 years
and more and a view from above
with an impersonal remove and lofty attachment I hope
to barely fall at that mythical two-backed beast; itinerant statis;
like the one I enjoy up here in the well attended air,
to read the cursive strokes of my aggregate footsteps,
like some fairy tale dissolve, "Once upon a time", or twice;
written on our little page of earth, ground,
where our home may be
will be
wherever we happen
to be.
Movieline, julio de 1998.-
A continuación les mostraremos una de las mejores canciones de todos los tiempos:
"David Duchovny" (Lyrics)
Bree Sharp
It's Sunday night; I am curled up in my room
The tv light fills my heart like a balloon
I hold it in as best I can; I know I'm just another fan,
But I can't help feeling I could love this secret agent man..
And I can't wait any more for him to discover me,
I got it bad for David Duchovny,
David Duchovny, why won't you love me,
Why won't you love me, why won't you love me?
My friends all tell me, "Girl you know it's just a show,"
but deep within his eyes I see me wrapped up like a bow,
Watching the sky for a sign, the FBI's on my mind,
I'm waiting for the day when my lucky stars align
In the form of David Duchovny, floating above me,
in the alien light of the spaceship of love, oh,
David Duchovny, hovering above me,
American Heathcliff, brooding and comely,
David Duchovny, why won't you love me,
Why won't you love me, why won't you love me?
(lyrics from the unofficial video)
So smooth and so smart, he's abducted my heart
And I'm falling apart,'cause the cool it just flows
From his 10 little toes right up to his jagged Jewish nose
But it's his eyes I can't leave, well you can say I'm naive
But he told me to believe ..... Ooooooooo....
So smooth and so smart, he's abducted my heart,
and I'm falling apart from the looks I've received from those eyes;
I can't believe, well you can say I'm naive,
but he told me to believe...... Ooooooooo....
My bags are packed, I am ready for my flight,
Gonna put an end to my daydream days and sleepless nights,
Sitting like a mindless clone, wishing he would tap my phone,
Just to hear the breath of the man, the myth, the monotone...
And I would say
David Duchovny, why won't you love me,
Why won't you love me, why won't you love me?
David Duchovny, why won't you love me,
Why won't you love me, why won't you love me?
David Duchovny, I want you to love me,
to kiss and to hug me, debrief and debug me,
David Duchovny, I know you could love me,
I'm sweet and I'm cuddly,
I'm gonna kill Scully!
David Duchovny, why won't you love me, why won't
you love me, why won't you love me?
Yeah.......
"I'll be waiting... In Nevada "