Blue Suede
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Copyrighted Rahman,Brigitte Arlette

When Elvis sold the sound of his soul
blue in its soft accompaniment
to mine in the dream land
to find the ivory tower
in the cold land of materialism
the illusory bliss was paid
with a song of grief

As I lay my head
on his sorrows,I know that soon
I will bury another guitar
on the stage of my dreams
Blue suede,suede blue
a couple of birds force the dawn
on the livid face of once upon a time
my heart's moment of truth
blue as Elvis is hidden in
yet another ivory tower.©

copyrighted Rahman,Brigitte Arlette.