Elvis Souvenirs

It doesn’t mean anything and it doesn’t really need to,
A road is not the father of what it may lead to,
It’s just a joy ride into obscurity,
You don’t even need a song if you can sing,
It’s easy to turn a pawn into a king,
To know the flesh you must sacrifice its purity.
And it’s really all so convenient,
That it’s hard to complain about the cost,
And the rules are so lenient,
That it’s hard to really say what’s been lost.
Before he died death was an enigma but the ghost is see thru,
Back when it was cool to be aloof; now it’s only cool to say me too,
Can’t walk on the water but he can walk on the rain,
So now your hunger can pass for desire,
And all this hot air can pass for a fire,
Wait for the shrink or the lawyer to sanctify your pain.
It’s such a game of mutual consent,
We know the no need to wink,
It won’t break it’s been pre bent,
Don’t waste your time on what you think.
So maybe rock and roll can’t change the world, But it can sure change your
hairstyle,
The sign said; Elvis souvenirs; next exit,
Free tank of gas with every purchase; just one more mile.
It’s like all the traffic took the same wrong turn,
So we only memorize what we should learn,
The philosophy of advertising slogans,
We listen to our radio hearts,
The one in the million dollar song at the top of the charts,
We learn to express ourselves in tokens.
It’s such a tangle of feelings and wires,
Electrical impulse; dry thunder,
You can’t tell the truth to liars,
Our nonsense of wonder.
You are what you eat regardless of what you’re hungry for,
The money on the dresser promotes a slut to a whore,
You stare at your favorite movie like it was a mirror,
It’s a map to the home of the stars,
An aphrodisiac for the engines of their cars,
This stained glass won’t get any clearer.
What do you expect it’s a grave digger’s grave, Now we have the means to
fossilize our fears, Spend our grace; but Graceland we can save,
We don’t really need Elvis just Elvis souvenirs.