Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W.C. Handy -- won't you look down over me Cause I got a first class ticket But I'm as blue as a boy can be
Walking in Memphis Walking with my feet ten feet off of the Beale Walking in Memphis Do I really feel the way I feel
Saw the ghost of Elvis On Union Avenue Followed him up to the gates of Graceland Then I watched him walk right through Now security they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb But there's a pretty little thing Waiting on the King Down in the Jungle Room
They've got catfish on the table They've got gospel in the air And Reverend Green be glad to see you When you haven't got a prayer But you got a prayer in Memphis
Now Muriel plays piano Every Friday at the Hollywood And they brought me down to see her And they asked me if I would -- Do a little number And I sang with all my might And she said -- "Tell me are you a Christian child?" And I said "Ma'am I am tonight"
Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain
They say when trouble comes close ranks and so the white people did. But we were not in their ranks. The Jamaican ladies had never approved of my mother "Because she pretty like pretty self", Christophine said. She was my father's second wife, far too young for him, they thought, and worste still, a Martinic girl.
When I asked her why so few people came to see us, she told me that the road from Spanish Town to Colibri Estate, where we leaved, was very bad and that road repairing was now a thing of the past (my father, visitors, horses, feeling safe in bed, all belonged to the past).
Another day, I heard her talking to Mr Luttrel, our neighbour and her only friend. "Of course, they have their own misfortune, still waiting for this compensation the English promised when the Emancipation Act was past. Some will wait for a long time." How could she know that Mr Luttrel would be the first who grew tired of waiting ? One calm evening, he shot his dog, swam out to sea and was gone for always. No agent came from England to look after his property, Nelson's Rest, it was called. Soon, people from Spanish Town rode up to gossip and discuss the tragedy. "Live at Nelson's Rest ? Not for love or money, an unlucky place!" The house was left empty, shutters banging in the wind. They wouldn't go near it, and no one came near us.
I got used to a solitary life but my mother still planned and hoped. Perhaps she had to hope everytime she passed a looking glass.
Adieu tristesse Bonjour tristesse Tu es inscrite dans les lignes du plafond Tu es inscrite dans les yeux que j'aime
Tu n'es pas tout à fait la misère Car les lèvres les plus pauvres te dénoncent Par un sourire
Bonjour tristesse Amour des corps aimables Puissance de l'amour Dont l'amabilité surgit Comme un monstre sans corps Tête désappointée Tristesse beau visage
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