A. Savage - Elvis In The Army

Elvis In The Army, the new single from A. Savage taken from upcoming album ’Several Songs About Fire’ pre-order the album here: Directed by Emile Moutaud Produced by Very Content DOP Angelo Marques Photography by Emile Moutaud and Angelo Marques 1st AD Yael Bouanich 1st AC Mamadou Diakhit Executive Producer Lola Idounda Production assistant Laura Clery Editor Matthieu Le Scornec Colorist Eudes Quittelier Post-production supervisor Axelle Duarte Post-production assistant Aurelien Vrignon and Salman Laudier Extras: Nastia Bageava, Hylel Belarbi, Tifaine Boudinot Thanks David Lezaun, RVZ,OB Management and Agnès Boulard LYRICS Most things are over The old world is gone Worship death, Catch your breath, That’s the west, Carry on Where do I go after one dozen laps Around the sun in this town With the people it traps? Riches and roaches Come and go with ease When’s my cue? One more round? One last fry, one last freeze? Lately I’ve noticed that I am away More than home more than not In the zone’s where I stay Just like Elvis in the army Eating dinner from a can Saying a prayer for rock n roll Is it gone? Do they miss me? I live in fear of the frauds who have flown Thru the revolving door To a devolving throne And I’ve shed more tears than I’d care to admit For the drunk fool on my stoop Talking so much shit Said his goodbyes when I paid him his cost Scratch off card, can of beer He said thanks and got lost Which would he forget If he had the choice? Is it the look on my face or The sound of my voice? Just like Joyce down in Trieste Squinting at the Grand Canal From the bridge like he’s back home Crossing north into Monto Lately I’ve noticed my hearts disavowal Of the suffering myth Guess I’ve thrown in the towel Debt, dust and memories To collect and trade To the man, on the fan And in the room where I lay Stretching my limbs out Till each one extends To a place I can’t see Because the earth’s surface bends So let’s plant a seed that grows high and devours What is yours, what is mine Till what’s left is what’s ours