The King Is Dead

Detectives Pump Alison

It's 1977.

Elvis dies.
Elvis lives.

Long live the king I say.

(Though I didn't actually say it back then
when he hit the charts
and pumped things up
with vicious witty wordplay,
delicious bitterness
and that sneer in his voice)

it only took my little fingers
to blow you away

I loved the lyrics

she pulls the eyes out
with a face like a magnet

and all that raw energy

Pump it up when you don't really need it
Pump it up until you can feel it

and the tenderness

Alison, I know the world is killing you
Oh, Alison, my aim is true


Dectives

Pump

Alison