Fairy Pop Tales

Rocket 88 shines brightly.
Beacon of hope
Bestows “Innocent America”
Ever so slightly.
Let us call him
A “Hound Dog.”
Not for his crying all the time,
For brilliantly infiltrating
The rhythms of his time.

Ohh, “Innocent America:”
Mos Def would say,
“Elvis Presley ain’t got no soul.
Jimi Hendrix is rock and roll.”
A profound cultural question
Goes beyond Elvis’ role:
Is Ike Turner
The God Father of pop and soul?

“That’s All Right,”
It’s nothing new:
A white boy singing the blues,
And stealing black roots?
Historically speaking,
We may have
“Trouble” with
The “Hootchie Cootchie Man.”

Ever since then,
We’ve been moving Beyond Imagez;
Whitey’s pickin’ up on
Things we’re doin’.
Further than a broken tradition
Of stolen music
And 55 years of
Indelible impressions.

This 21st century has men
Reminiscing ‘bout terrible
Misappropriations.
Mr. Presley would say:
Buy my records,
Shine my shoes.
Niggers, I make the rules.

It’s very simple:
Peter’s Principle,
Rising levels to incompetence.
Questioning the merits,
Misplaced credits
And accomplishments.

In regard to the origins of rockability,
We now have another
“Thriller” in the night.
Do whop, doo whaap.
By day,
I wonder what this King might say:
“Change the world,
Make it a better place.”

Ohh, “Innocent America:”
Mos Def would say,
“Elvis Presley ain’t got no soul.
Jimi Hendrix is rock and roll.”

Rocket 88 shines brightly.
Beacon of hope
Bestows “Innocent America”
Ever so slightly.
Let us call him
A “Hound Dog.”
Not for his crying all the time,
For brilliantly infiltrating
The rhythms of his time.