Friday
La dieta del Rey. Una caricia al alma.
The Elvis Diet:
Breakfast (5 pm) - 5,000 calories
six large eggs cooked in butter with extra salt, 1lb of bacon, half a pound of sausages, 12 buttermilk biscuits
Dinner (10p) - 84,000 calories
Two "Fool's Gold" sandwiches [a jar of peanut butter, a jar of strawberry jam, one pound of crisp-fried bacon on a baguette x2]
Supper (4a) - 5,000 calories
5 double-hamburgers and deep-fried peanut butter, mashed banana sandwiches.
Misc. - other snacks as required between meals
Elvis total dietary intake in calories averaged a minimum of 94,000 *per day*. The article highlights that an adult Asian elephant (many tons in weight) has a normal diet of 50,000 calories per day. The article quotes a spokesman for the British Nutrition Foundation as saying, "I do not know how he did it... The Elvis diet would fuel a normal man for a month." The article continues, "Eventually this condition [consuming 94,000 calories worth of food per day] contributed to his death -- caused, as Graceland has it, by a heart attack or, as the coroner describes it in Arena, 'a terminal event on the commode'.
Saturday
The call of Ktulu*
Monday
Saturday
Saturday
Wednesday
Monday
freckles
The man in me will do nearly any task,
And as for compensation, there's little he would ask.
Take a woman like you
To get through to the man in me.
Storm clouds are raging all around my door,
I think to myself I might not take it any more.
Take a woman like your kind
To find the man in me.
But, oh, what a wonderful feeling
Just to know that you are near,
Sets my a heart a-reeling
From my toes up to my ears.
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,
But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
Took a woman like you
To get through to the man in me.
Saturday
echoes
inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky
Tuesday
Monday
Thursday
La dicha no es una cosa alegre
(Beilinson - Solari)
Una rumbita se armó
(una fea carajada)
incombustible no sos
(cómo bancás ese infierno?)
soñás la hoguera donde siempre sos la leña
Cuanto tiempo más vas a estar
esclavizado así, refugiado en tu soledad
Estás hundido a fondo
a fondo...
Estás tomando de más
y estás tolerando todo
lastimás tu corazón
por que ella te ha abandonado
Quedaste mordiendo el aire
solo y sin dolor.
Cuanto tiempo más vas a estar
esclavizado así, refugiado en tu soledad?
con tu tortura de TV
siempre así!
La mujercita que amás
(ésa suave flor judoca)
la va de maga zulú
(y combina tus venenos)
haciéndose la ingeniosa, odiosa, siempre fiel.
Cuanto tiempo más vas a estar
esclavizado así, refugiado en tu soledad?
Estás hundido a fondo
a fondo...
Mientras la vida se va
(ay! mientras la vida pasa)
sin darte cuenta, ahí estás
(con tu cara de colgado)
Tu ángel guardián es, de todos
el más tonto que hay.
Cuanto tiempo más vas a estar
esclavizado así, refugiado en tu soledad?
con tu tortura de TV
siempre así!
(Tenés la mejor mano
para sellar tus labios.)
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