This is one of the informative uses of this project, listening to these two versions back to back you can see both sides of the Elvis coin. In one you have Elvis the snot nosed punk, in the other you have the future Bacharach colleague peaking his flaccid head out.
What happens to musicians as they get older that they decide the world needs more piano ballads? And what's worse is he's turning a great song into this treacly nonsense. The great thing about Accidents is that he is so freaking ambivalent about his confession...making the song mournful robs it off that dissonance.
Honestly, it's not terrible...but why?
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