Papa said we was gonna be pilgrims, and I was even gonna get to cut school, but don't tell my mama. Papa says, don't tell your mama nothing, Punkin, cause your mama trying to take you away from me, that's how come she got them judges tie my hands with these restricted visitation rights.
Papa says, we're going to Graceland, Baby. You pack Suzy doll and John Bear up in your school sack and I'm gonna swing by for you Monday morning before they ring that first bell. You can have chicken nuggets and chocolate shakes all the way to Memphis.
Mama don't let me eat McDonalds much.
So I better not tell her how me and Papa's planning on being pilgrims.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
~Pilgrims by Dragon~
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Elvis has left the Building
He stood by the grave and admired the many flowers left by fans. It was a lovely site to behold. He was still amazed all these years later the reverence people had for him and his music. The fact that even after his death his name could still bring in millions and millions of dollars was at times shocking. But he was happy that his family was taken care of because he had had to leave all those years ago and he felt bad about that. He felt bad that his daughter thought he was dead, but it had to be done. His life had been spiraling out of control for so long that the only way out was death. So he had planned it, everything down to the last detail. It had worked perfectly. Everyone thought he was dead and despite the occasional " I saw Elvis story” in the Weekly World News he had lived a quite life. None of those stories ever got close to the truth. Did people really think he would still look like Elvis? After his "death" he had lost weight and dyed his hair blond and gotten plastic surgery. He looked nothing like himself. His current wife and children had no idea he was anything more then Ted Fromby from Winnetka, IL, High School History Teacher and baseball coach. He was really proud of his team; they had made the State play-offs this year. He took one last look at the grave, turned away with a chuckle and headed back toward the front gate where his family waited.
What Do You Think?
I came here to pay my respects but that's hard to do. So many people are pushing to see the grave, gawk at the mansion, yell to their husbands/wives/friends to take a photo.
Elvis was, and is, an American icon. But at what cost? He always drew crowds but toward the end of his career too many people commented on his weight gain, his slurring, his sweating. The end of his life was secluded, sad, removed.
Do you think Lisa Marie wants to be buried next to her father when she dies?
Do you think the carnival atmosphere will go away? Do you think Elvis will find peace?
I think Lisa Marie will choose a remote spot.
I think Elvis will forever roam the earth seeking adoration.
I think I've got to get out of here.
Papa said we was gonna be pilgrims, and I was even gonna get to cut school, but don't tell my mama. Papa says, don't tell your mama nothing, Punkin, cause your mama trying to take you away from me, that's how come she got them judges tie my hands with these restricted visitation rights.
Papa says, we're going to Graceland, Baby. You pack Suzy doll and John Bear up in your school sack and I'm gonna swing by for you Monday morning before they ring that first bell. You can have chicken nuggets and chocolate shakes all the way to Memphis.
Mama don't let me eat McDonalds much.
So I better not tell her how me and Papa's planning on being pilgrims.
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