Most of my poetry can be tied to music -- in this case, Don McClean’s “American Pie.” I happen to feel that, if a poem can’t be sung, well, it needs love! :p The first two verses are slow and draggy, but the tempo picks up with the chorus and remains fast-paced -- wish I could explain it better, but I don’t know crap about music.
Don McClean cried out his soul
But the U.S. Army killed rock’n’roll
Too bad he had it wrong -- my girl can’t hide
She was born the day Elvis died
I look for the King every day
Her walk, her talk, her sense of play
Surely, that bond is strong -- my girl can’t hide
She was born the day Elvis died
There must be a connection there
As two souls passed in the air
She must have a piece of his soul
As she sings rock’n’roll
As she sings rock’n’roll
Love me tender, love me sweet, all my dreams fulfilled
Darlin,’ you know, I love you and I always will
As she sings her song -- she can’t hide
She was born the day Elvis died
Lord Almighty, she makes my temperature rise
Lordy, Lordy, with her smoldering eyes
Goodness, she can’t hide
She was born the day Elvis died
P.S.; Who will play ’my girl’ in the movie? Well, I’d like to get Jordon Ladd on the castung couch. ;)
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