They always say you can remember where you where the day when someone famous passes away I remember the day Elvis Presley died It was about 8 pm I sat eating a fish and chip supper When It was announced by Tony prince radio DJ simply said Elvis Is dead he like me was a big fan at that time Elvis was my life Every a new album that was released I was there to buy so much a part of my life I was saving money to go to America to see a live performance but sadly that never did happen But when that announcement came on the radio It was If light had gone from life It really was the day the music died But even today when I play Elvis records or watch his recorded live performances he still has the same Impact he could draw you to him he was magnetic don't believe or ever will be another the likes of him we will never see again a true great
My personal take a truly great performer my opinion the best there's ever been the likes we'll never see again
I’m the entertainer, So nobody will touch me. The truth be told They don’t think much of me. I’m paid to be here Not like the shimmering guests. They take their pay in champagne And believe they’re better than the rest.
I perform for them, smiling, I show them a happy face, And do my very best to make An evening they’ll never replace. I make music and joy all night And make sure to be grateful If someone leaves a tip in the jar. Maybe tonight will be fateful.
But probably I’ll go home Alone and completely forgotten. They’re a beautiful basket of fruit, But too many have gone rotten. It’s not that they are evil people, It’s just that they don’t care. I am the background music Doing something, somewhere.
It makes perfect sense to me, They didn’t come here for this; To revel in the brilliance I will show. They’ll never know what they miss. They won’t even notice it Unless there’s a song they really love. It’s almost performing for myself And letting my talent rise above.
So, I perform for them, smiling, I show them a happy face, And do my very best to make An evening they’ll never replace. I make music and joy all night And make sure to be grateful If someone leaves a tip in the jar. Maybe tonight will be fateful.
What a dashing figure, shirt unbuttoned halfway as he delivered his lines with grace. However, this is not a *** man’s appraisal of another man’s handsome face, but a straight and secure observation, a poet’s reflection informed by the actor’s performance.
Tonight I get to do what I was meant to do To be who I was meant to be And although every eyeball in every line of sight may be fixated on me For an hour or so That doesn’t change the fact that I Was meant to step out this stage and to bend like a bow As I did in the days of old Such talent is still stretched within me That I should perform, and that I should play, most doggedly Until the finely threaded twine within my mind begins to unwind And I am straight as an arrow hence Laying on the table before, how I once had said That I hope I can return once more for that again But not for this I said Not for this
Sometimes you need to stop before you can keep going. *nod nod*
Sometimes I sit in my room On my bed And I cry. I cry for the longing, For the wanting, For the need to be on stage.
I want to do so many things. I want to perform, I want to be able to belt those notes, I want to show the world what I have, I want to march up to everyone that told me I couldn’t and say “I did it.”
I want to prove them all wrong, I want to surprise everyone. They’ll say, “How did this random southern lady get here?” And then they’ll hear me sing, They’ll watch me act, They’ll see me dance, And then they’ll say, “This is where this random southern lady belongs, On stage with the best of the best.”
I will get there, on that stage. But until then, I will keep wanting, And longing. I will cry As I sit on my bed, In my room.