So you're saying Elvis banged a 57 year old costar.
Mary Tyler Moore.
So you're saying Elvis banged a 57 year old costar.
She's a great actress, top shelf, but I've never been able to see her as a sexual en y.
I'm guessing Derp is being Derp and pretending someone else was the leading lady in a particular flick.
You never watched Roustabout, derp.
We did.
Maybe Elvis banged ole Barbie.
No matter who, he was probably thinking of Raquel at the time anyhow.
[QUOTE=Thread;10556059]Wait, you mean he didn't write "In the Ghetto"?
Elvis is the King
nobody elected him King. he just is. that's how Kings work
[QUOTE=Blake;10557669]No, but 'E' WOKE us a half-century early, Blake...
Is Elvis on the list of en ies not for cuckolds?
"Early Lord, one frosty morn." (1.8.1935)
He's garbage
For sure. We do this all the time. "Just think of what we missed with the deaths of Hendrix, Lennon, Joplin...etc."
The truth is that as people get older, they lose much of their creativity. We romanticize the early deaths and pretend they were going to continue to create great music their whole lives.
But how much do we really get from 40+ year old musicians? You can look at the Rolling Stones, McCartney...anyone for that matter.
Tbf, Hendrix had a lot left to give. Lennon would still probably be active politically and was more of an artist/poet McCartney is, but true enough. Some of these guys should've hung it up a while ago.
The bitter realization mercilessly persists: they're not machines.
I’m not saying they should all hang it up. Just that the prolific output of new (and good) music stops. Agree that Hendrix had some more years.
Bono then...Elvis: "Should you go first."
Should You Go First
~by Albert Kennedy "Rosey" Rowsell~
Should you go first and I remain
to walk the road alone,
I'll live in memories garden dear,
with happy days we've known.In spring I'll wait for roses red,
when faded, the lilacs blue.
In early fall when brown leaves fall,
I'll catch a glimpse of you.Should you go first and I remain,
for battle to be fought.
Each thing you've touched along the way
will be a hallowed spot.I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile,
though blindly I may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
will buoy me on with hope.Should you go first and I remain,
one thing I'll have you do:
Walk slowly down that long long path,
for soon I'll follow you.I want to know each step you take,
so I may take the same.
For someday down that lonely road
you'll hear me call your name.
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