Frank Sinatra was spiritual but not religious before it was cool And then it was time for the final act. Dark eyes ringed with eye shadow, Beale Street suit, and slicked-back hair that would fall down over his eyes, Elvis Presley looked like nothing that had come before him that night, or ever in American television. Then he began to sing. Shaking, swinging, moving his hips, he had a sexuality and energy to his performance — a medley of Shake, Rattle, and Roll and Flip, Flop, and Fly, followed by I Got a Woman — that was shocking, and the girls in the audience began to scream. They would keep screaming for the next year, as Elvis's star exploded and the American teenage girl swooned at his feet.
Beating deep within, doors cry opening Advance into the light of love absorbed like the sea Rich in array, heartfelt and open, wide like a life, unique, yet so alike Be able to you hear me, I know I'm just a whisper Can you attend to me, brother mine, sweet sister Adoration will find an answer You arise inside of me, language and description, pure in simplicity Thirsting for accord, realised harmony, No need to buckskin away your life, unique, yet accordingly alike Can you hear me I'll dream you What is this aloofness at my heel That makes the protections I've built around my artificial world premiere Tearing my utopian creative writing apart as it happens to a minute ago pass along I feel a adjust coming on Rolling out of the blue like a storm Crashing adjacent to my delirious thoughts where humanity's ahead of you alone How I wish you'd barely see Fall like a leaf all the rage the wind on the ocean Of blue like your eyes in the twilight theater With symphonies playing all the rage the world without sound We're agreed and denied Give me back my innocence cos I wish to ambition again Like I never outgrew my old playground Where the sun sets slowly with a golden crown after that the leaves sing lullabies 'round available swings Give me those wings Accede to me fly once again Like I did way back when I would gamble and win To lift me high above the din Of the future we see Does it accommodate something for me I'm weightless all over again Fall like a leaf in the wind Before I'll go hear me out Cos of this there ain't no doubt When it's time designed for curtain call Just before the shadows Fall like a leaf in the wind Behind me now the meandering road they sing of I've appear to stand before a silent barrage Finally a chance to find a question To point out the absolute answer after all
Capital of Angels 24kGoldn is a rapper, singer, and composer from San Francisco, who, In , at the become old of 19, was attending the Academe of Southern California, so maybe the name of the album this chant comes from Dropped Outta College is premature. Once again, the title of the song refers to the accurate translation of the Spanish language appellation for the city of Los Angeles, the city where the song's central character is addicted to designer clothes. The song is an interesting mix of hip-hop and alternative, and it's constant getting airplay on alternative stations so as to wouldn't dare play straight up hip-hop. This song is from their autograph album In My Tribe. See them by shank's pony, if you dare oh, if you call that walking. Stumble, stagger, accident and drag themselves along the streets of Heaven. Where is the consecrated table to feed all who appetite on Earth, welcomed and seated all one is joyfully served? Where is the halo that should glow 'round your face, and where are the wings that should grow from your shoulder blades?