“King Machine” Piano lessons open escape to the world Tin Pan Alley dreams become his one and only girl California prays for its poets in those days Sun shines down on troubadours, making their ways Few if any have had so much fun, making a hit-machine! Though you know he was pretty bummed in the spaces in between. It was never just about the words, solar a-gammon Every send up of a trend on a record you leave on He’s still standing, so long chasing the crown Though it never left his head, as sure as the dirt is brown There’s no room for thrones, as the tribute-paying record stores close Such a super fan flair, no one knows, he was the biggest thing King Machine The sage who brushed wild west romance, the kicker of the moss Gave his words to the captain to celebrate the loss They would dance, they would fantasize Those who could not dig his truth, couldn’t see his eyes Old wagon wheel, keep turning, you know how I feel Country comforts, rockets and jets, history and the chan

(with a minimum of spoilers, at that) I’ve briefly encountered the criticisms related to Avatar , which were typically founded on reasonable observations. It’s true, there’s a science fiction story called The Martian Princess , and it’s true there’s a movie called Fern Gully , another one called Dances With Wolves ; it is so, that many elements of said stories echo loudly within the 3-D enhanced cinema plexes of those familiar with them, who yearned for the mind-staggering visuals to be presented in context of a more original story. I follow you: you wanted the narrative to surprise you the way soaring down a cliff on those reptilian banshees might take one’s breath away. You didn’t want to predict the love interest, the climax, or the treachery within the first half hour. Maybe you wanted something with more intricate characters, or for that Mega Gulp soda not to make you feel as though the Elf With a Gun stopped to jump up and down on your bladder for the last half hour (get th