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written by Mae Boren Axton, Thomas Durden & Elvis Presley

Well, since my baby left me
Well, I found a new place to dwell
Well, it’s down at the end of Lonely Street
At Heartbreak Hotel

Well, I’ll be
I’ll be so lonely baby
Well, I’m so lonely
I’ll be so lonely, I could die

Oh, although it’s always crowded
You still can find some room
For broken hearted lovers
To cry there in their gloom

They’ll be so
They’ll be so lonely, baby
Well, they’re so lonely
They’re so lonely, they could die

Now, the bell hop’s tears keep flowin’
And the desk clerk’s dressed in black
Well, they been so long on Lonely Street
They’ll never ever look back

And it’s so
Well, it’s so lonely baby
Well, they’re so lonely
Well, they’re so lonely, they could’ve die

Well, if your baby leaves you
You got a tale to tell
Well, just take a walk down Lonely Street
To Heartbreak Hotel

Where you will be
You’ll be so lonely, baby
Well you’ll be lonely
You’ll be so lonely you could die

Oh, although it’s always crowded
You still can find some room
For broken hearted lovers
To cry there in their gloom

They’ve been so
They’re be so lonely, baby
Well, they’re so lonely
They’ll be so lonely, they could die

Illustration: “Elvis,” street Art, Berne, Switzerland. (Photo by desatur8.) Elvis stars in street art all over the world. He is universally loved!

Thoughts: Elvis left the third rock from the sun on this day in 1977 — and embarked on an endless rock party across the universe. Blessed with talent, looks, charisma, a killer smile, and about the best voice ever, Elvis graced us with his presence for 42 beautiful years. My favorite Elvis tune is “Heartbreak Hotel,” originally recorded in 1956 — it was his first number-one hit and first million seller. What great lyrics! What a great melody! What a great beat! What great singing! What great guitar work!

Nearly a half century after it hit the airwaves, Rolling Stone magazine declared the tune one of the 500 greatest songs of all time. Keith Richards recalls hearing “Heartbreak Hotel” for the first time: “I’d never heard…anything like it. I’d never heard of Elvis before. It was almost as if I’d been waiting for it to happen. When I woke up the next day I was a different guy.”

Listen to Elvis sing this classic song here.


Several times during the past few days, I’ve passed the above mural (situated near LaBrea and San Vincente in L.A.) and each time have nearly swerved into oncoming traffic. A photo doesn’t do the mural justice — it’s large, imposing, vivid, and stunning.

Brazilian street artist Eduardo Kobra created this reimagining of Mt. Rushmore in honor of Independence Day. “My intention is to provoke and delight, with bright colors, showing once again that art and democracy remain fundamental to art and life as a whole,” Kobra said when referring to the artwork.

Street art is what I love best about Los Angeles — there’s always something new and exciting around every corner to spark your imagination.


..bison were the gift of a good spirit and were our strength…” BLACK ELK, from the book BLACK ELK SPEAKS. Find it here.

While driving on LaBrea Avenue in L.A., I saw a vacant storefront where a street artist had painted a graphic version of the Buffalo Nickel. I was at a red light and snapped the image through my windshield, telling myself I’d try to stop by again and get a good shot before the people trying to lease the building obliterated the buffalo. Often, I will drive to a meeting in the morning and see a beautiful piece of street art that’s gone when I return in the afternoon. L.A. is always in flux.

When I got home, I looked up bison and buffalo on animal totem websites and learned that they bring good fortune. If you’ve read this far, I share all my good fortune with you today. The image above is a graphic I made from the blurry image shot through my windshield. Many thanks to the artist — I think your work is beautiful.

Update, August 6, 2012: I learned that this is a wheat paste poster (not painted) and the artist’s name is Common Cents. Again, thank you! Your art made my day.

Illustration: Street art in Los Angeles, photo by Silver Birch


All is love in fair and war. ” PEPE LE PEW, Wild Over You (1953)

My paths crossed today with that debonaire Frenchman, Pepe Le Pew. I love street art and adore Pepe — so seeing them together made my day. Merci to the artiste!

Photo by Silver Birch (street art in Los Angeles)


Thank you to all of our visitors — from 35 countries!

Our appreciation to visitors from (in order of frequency of visits): United States, Germany, Canada, United Kingdom, Turkey, France, Greece, Japan, Brasil, India, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Mexico, Italy, Russian Federation, Spain, Portugal, Argentina, Poland, Australia (a continent!), Czech Republic, Romania, Ireland, Sweden, Netherlands, Austria, Switzerland, Israel, South Africa, Cyprus, Lithuania, Denmark, Belgium, Taiwan, Republic of Korea.

Photo by LN (street art, Chicago)


“I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.”

JACK KEROUAC (1922-1969)

Photo: Dan Allison (Street art in Boulder, Colorado)


On a summer day, I found the above chalk drawing in my path — and consider it one of the most amazing pieces of art I’ve ever seen. I imagine it was drawn by a happy girl — dancing, leaping, with a rainbow and star on her head and a magic wand in her hand. Whoever you are, wherever you are, thank you!

…..I am an artist…and I am here to live out loud.”  EMILE ZOLA

Photo by Silver Birch (Chicago)


Georgia O’Keeffe (1887-1986)…beautiful, brilliant, visionary, independent artist that  walked the planet for almost 99 years. Her life and her work continue to inspire. Today, when you look at a flower, imagine you’re Georgia O’Keeffe and you’re painting it.

Photo: Zen Sutherland (Street Art in North Carolina)


I have been black and blue in some spot, somewhere, almost all my life from too intimate contact with my own furniture.” FRANK LLOYD WRIGHT

I lived for many years on the Far Northwest Side of Chicago, about 10 minutes from Oak Park, Illinois — site of many historic buildings designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. Since I have seen first-hand much of the unpadded, upright furniture of whence Wright speaks, the above quote makes me smile.

But, for me, the quote has deeper meaning. What writer, poet, or other artist hasn’t ended up black and blue in some spot or another from his or her own creations? I have always been interested in the artist’s relationship to the artwork — a concept explored in a profound way in Mary Shelley‘s Frankenstein.

Are we responsible for our creations? Do they have a life of their own apart from us? Does our art change us — or is it merely an expression of who we are? More on these thoughts in upcoming posts. In the meantime, feel free to leave comments! I’d love to hear what you think.

Photo by Silver Birch (Street Art, Vermont & Sunset, Los Angeles)


Whether it’s morning, noon, or night where you live, you can get revved up with some bluegrassy, jumpin’ jive courtesy of one of my favorite writers (and, yes, I think he’s a great singer, too!)…Bob Dylan. Find a longish version here — recommended for die-hard Dylan fans because you can only make out about one in ten words. But, hey, who cares?

Summer Days (lyrics — excerpt)

by Bob Dylan

Summer days, summer nights are gone

Summer days, summer nights are gone

I know a place where there’s still something going on.

Note: Hope your morning, noon, or night is filled with many places where there’s still something going on!

Photo: Hugovk (Street art in Manchester, UK)