We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby
Suspicious Minds is
the best Elvis song ever!
'cause even if you are a 'darketo'
a country man, a jazzy fellow
or a classic old chap...
we have to admit that he was the King!
and i am not an Elvis fan
but this song, ah! and...
his ala king-of-rock life, death
just cannot be denied
as i can't deny when i listen to it
with gray sweater and messy bathroom
i am mostly a silly woman
i smile a lot and i am simple-natured
nothing sophisticated to see here...
i am almost 40 years old
and i am still lost on my own little world
the same one that i had in my head when i was 12 years
i still get excited with Sherlock Holmes stories
even if Saramago stole my innocence once
and yes, i have traveled, i have loved,
i have lost, and i have won
and those precious trophies are mostly smiles and hugs
(the only important things to really care about, as i think...)
i always arrive late and i am rather informal
but apart from being always late
i do not usually tell lies
yet, the core in my spirit is the same
and for that simpleness of mind
i guess i am thankful
as a Steppenwolf song (The Pusher) said:
"You know I smoked a lot of grass and I've popped a lot of pills
But I've never done nothing that my spirit couldn't kill"
and as everybody
i have my bad and my good days
i am temperamental and simple-minded at the same time
i trust to death but then i grow suspicious of even
a fly too close to my head
but then i have my fixes
those precious cures that we all look for
sometimes is a cold beer in the middle of the night
while playing an old record
sometimes is the phone call to a loved one
and all these marvels i find and i
find them around the corner too!
on the smile of an unknown child
or the salute of a warm face crossing the side walk
with me at the same time
or on more expected places as in
art, literature, all that cult stuff
but then pop-art, i do can cry to pop-ness as well as to
profoundness, and sometimes these old songs...