'Rhinestone Suits Are Just Beautiful Under The Lights'

Med mere end tresindstyve håndsyede rhinestone-jakkesæt i garderoben på et tidspunkt, var den amerikanske Grand Ole Opry countrysanger og sangskriver Porter Wagoner, herover med armen om Dolly Parton, hvis karriere han var med til at få i gang, lidt af en ensom ulv i en musikgenre, der ellers ikke er kendt for at underspille sceneekviperingen. Porter Wagoner skal dog ikke længere flashe jakkesættet og det høje pomadehår. Søndag døde han på et hospice i Nashville, firs år gammel.

For denne blogger var det Alex Chiltons skrækindjagende version af Wagoners 'The Rubber Room', der fik ham til at skæve i retning af sangskriveren.

The Rubber Room

"In a buildin' tall with a stone wall around there's a rubber room
When a man sees things and hears sounds that's not there
He's headed for the rubber room

Illusions in a twisted mind to save from self-destruction hmm it's the rubber room
Where a man can run into the wall till his strenght makes him fall and lie still
And wait for help in the rubber room

From his blurry vision of doom a psycho in the rubber room
The man in the room right next to mine screams a woman's name hits the wall in vain
He's in the rubber room

I hear footsteps poundin' on the floor
God I hope they don't stop at my door
Hmm I'm in the rubber room

Now they've come to get me but they find
I'm a screamin' pretty words tryin' to make 'em rhyme
I'm in the rubber room hmm a psycho
I'm in the rubber room hmm'"

© Porter Wagoner

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