Roy Kelton Orbison nació el 23 de abril de 1936 en Vernon, Texas, en el seno de una humilde familia. Desde pequeño, Roy mostró un interés innato por la música y, a la edad de seis años, su padre le regaló una guitarra que desencadenaría una carrera legendaria. Criado en el ambiente rural de Texas, su sensibilidad musical se nutrió de influencias del country y del bluegrass.
Durante su adolescencia, Orbison formó su primera banda, los Wink Westerners, mientras asistía a la escuela secundaria en Wink, Texas. La banda se destacó en el entorno local y comenzó a tener pequeñas actuaciones en programas de radio y televisión regionales. En 1956, la banda cambió su nombre a The Teen Kings y grabó el tema "Ooby Dooby", que captó la atención de Sun Records.
En Sun Records, Roy grabó varios temas que aunque tuvieron éxito moderado no lograron catapultarlo al estrellato. Sin embargo, Orbison no se desanimó. Su paso por Sun Records le permitió aprender y desarrollarse junto a figuras icónicas como Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis y Johnny Cash.
En 1960, Orbison firmó con Monument Records, un momento crucial en su carrera. Con la nueva discográfica, Orbison alcanzó un éxito fenomenal con el sencillo "Only the Lonely (Know How I Feel)". La canción no solo mostró su poderosa voz, sino que también introdujo su estilo distintivo de baladas melancólicas. Este
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There was a man whose memories were made up,
Of nothing.
He pushed the elevator button, and go home,
To nothing.
Yes his business had prospered but women get lonely sometimes, now she has the house
His son in college had dropped out,
To expand his mind.
And Sarah, his daughter had not spoken to him.
Maybe he’d raised her the wrong way.
He wondered.
He checked his mailbox, with fingers a-tremblin’
No mail, from anyone.
“I’m home” he said softly, as he opened the door
and gazed at his empty apartment.
Aching, thinking.
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Is what you call a one-way street.
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Is what you call a one-way street.
At 7.20, monday after New Year,
Mister Henry Johnson leaned against the pedal
Aimed his Lincoln steady and drove himself into a wall.
How could a thing sush as this ever happen.
All the community said it was shame.
He was a good man,he was a clean man yeah,
That’s what he was a good and clean man
And his landlady said he was an exemplary tenant.
They’re always nice and quiet when they’re all alone
At his age.
The young man sat, on a small woven mat.
While the silken smoke it cirlcled over head.
The cigarettes were there to prove he didn’t care
‘Bout the contents of the telegram he’d just read.
Father, father, father.
You always seemed to be so out of reach.
And the psychedelyc sign read: peace.
Apartment in New York, a girl closes the door,
And leans against it with her head bowed low.
Thoughts raced through her mind
Of when she was a child.
Raised warmly by a man she didn’t know.
Father, father, father.
She wished she had phoned him yesterday
There were so many things she had to say
Henry, the check is in my hands
Brought by the insurance man to cover all my plans
We’ll have flowers, your broker will be there
And Sarah, if she cares, and our boy with all his hair
And the sun rose,and the sunset
As it always has,
And people yet unknown, were busy being born,
And time when past