It's not that strange, they really have a lot
in common. both Capricorns, adored so
hysterically many fell on their knees before
them in worship. Not just women had visions,
imagined being held close to their skin,

saw them in places no one was sure they'd
even been. When Elvis moved across the stage,
he glowed just like Jesus and the audience
screamed, wanted to touch him, grab a bit
of his cloth or hair for a relic. And of

course there were all those stories
about both of them being dead. Love Me
Tender, Love me Long could have been J.C's
theme song (some say he actually hummed
it once near Jerusalem) and he loved Elvis'

Gospel music, loved the way he gave
Cadillacs away. Even tho Elvis was a rich man,
he gave away so many possessions, little
chunks of himself. elvis could have said,
"I am your bread,eat me," to women who

lined up at his dressing room door. Probably he
did. Neither were ordinary men but had
supernatural appeal. Strangers wer drawn
to both of them. But they both spent a lot
of time alone-- somehow a apart from others, or

in a mystical union so intense they both
must have been dead, exhausted most days.
But their work was all that mattered--they were
on the road, wanderers, not sure how they'd be
received in some towns tho they were called

king by many. they were devoted to changing
the world, desperate to fascinate, move whoever
saw them to follow them and ready to die for this

Talpra magyar, hí a haza !
Itt az idõ, most vagy soha !
Rabok legyünk, vagy szabadok ?
Ez a kérdés, válasszatok !
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább Nem leszünk !

Rabok voltunk mostanáig,
Kárhozottak õsapáink,
Kik szabadon éltek-haltak,
Szolgaföldben nem nyughatnak.
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább Nem leszünk !

Sehonnai bitang ember,
Ki most, ha kell, halni nem mer,
Kinek drágább rongy élete,
Mint a haza becsülete.
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább Nem leszünk !

Fényesebb a láncnál a kard,
Jobban ékesíti a kart,
És mi mégis láncot hordtunk !
Ide veled, régi kardunk !
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább Nem leszünk !

A magyar név megint szép lesz,
Méltó régi nagy hiréhez;
Mit rákentek a századok,
Lemossuk a gyalázatot !
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább Nem leszünk !

Hol sírjaink domborulnak,
Unokáink leborulnak,
És áldó imádság mellett
Mondják el szent neveinket.
A magyarok istenére
Esküszünk,
Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább Nem leszünk!


(Pest, 1848. március 13.)