honey don’t

if you only

take it

back as far

as the blue suede country kid

crashing & cracking

his hopes & bones up in

a rampaging,clunky,caroming Cadillac

then

the ensuing self-saturation in booze

you only get the tragedy

but

there was more

that same loose limbed kidman

rising up afterwards

to salutations & kudos

from reverent,awe filled, Liverpudlians

& many,many millions of rockabilly appreciators

around

the world

& then thirty five fame filled years later

sensitive,artistic Beverly Hills Babs

in the director’s chair

using

his song as a cinematic soundtrack to

simulated sodomy

to help unveil a tale of

soulful redemption thru exorcising pain

(blue suede kidman knows all about exorcising pain)

it all goes to show that

if you ever think that one sooty,devastated Phoenix can’t

rave

rock

& fly again

you should stop & reconsider

-baby!