Presley's talent was so vast that actually applying it seemed almost excessive. What did he have to prove? What material could possibly be worthy? And if this talent was actually applied, in all its force and power, the result would be utterly shattering, and probably lead to a total rupture of the space-time continuum. Which is pretty well what actually happened when he was 20 years old, with something to prove, and he did apply that talent.
So consider what he does here. The song is as lame a piece of cheese as could possibly be imagined and Elvis certainly doesn't apply himself to this. He merely breathes upon it, and creates a miracle, out of crap he found by the side of the road.
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