Are you lonesome tonight, do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted apart? Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day When I kissed you and called you sweetheart? Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare? Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there? Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again? Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?
I wonder if you're lonesome tonight You know someone said that the world's a stage And each must play a part. Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart. Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue
Then came act two, you seemed to change and you acted strange And why I'll never know. Honey, you lied when you said you loved me And I had no cause to doubt you. But I'd rather go on hearing your lies Than go on living without you. Now the stage is bare and I'm standing there With emptiness all around And if you won't come back to me Then they can bring the curtain down.
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again? Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?
Sara T and Scooter rock and C.T. Russell, L. Brown and Mary E are hostile, unhappy people who get weird kicks from trying to anonymously insult people from behind the safety of their computers because they are undoubtedly meek cowards in real life.
P.S. Today is also my birthday. I'm typing this so I am most likely alive and therefore it counts.
In competing versions of the story, what Elvis Presley really wanted for his birthday was a rifle or a bicycle-both fairly typical choices for a boy his age growing up on the outskirts of Tupelo, Mississippi. Instead, Elvis's highly protective mother, Gladys-"She never let me out of her sight," Elvis would later say-took him to the Tupelo Hardware Store and bought a gift that would change the course of history: a $6.95 guitar. It was January 8, 1946, and Elvis Aaron Presley was 11 years old.
The historical significance of putting a guitar into the hands of a young man who would later help define rock and roll is obvious. For Elvis himself, however, getting that guitar was just one more step in a thorough yet totally unplanned program of childhood musical development that prepared him perfectly to ignite a revolution 10 years later.
"Somebody should tell that to George Washington and Abe Lincoln then." _____________________________________________________________
Comparing Elvis to Lincoln or Washington is just a bit over the top, I'd say. I'll celebrate "The King's" birthday as soon as Hallmark makes a card for it and I get the day off (or the closest Monday thereto) as a holiday from my job.
Wow, so many haters in this thread. My goodness, what did Elvis ever do to you? Did your girl love Elvis back in the day? Elvis would have been 77. Holy, moly, 77! Why that's almost a good age to die. Unless you're 76, then 88 is a good age to die. Unless you're 87............
I still remember that one of the girls in my high school got to touch his hand at a state fair grounds concert, and then came home and washed her hand and stored the water in a freezer for well over six years.
I also saw Elvis at one of his last concerts at Lake Tahoe. He was sweaty, very overweight, but still could sing like an angle, without a single instrument playing along in the background.
I grew listening to Elvis and loved his music, my mother was his biggest fan. She had gotten tickets to see his concert when he died and never did get to the king perform. What a great disappointment for her. Happy Birthday Elvis where ever you are.