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Defining Las Vegas

 

 from Spanish:

vega : (feminine noun, sing:  fertile plain, meadow)

Las vegas : (plural: the fertile meadows)



Hear ye therefore the parable of the sower. When any one heareth the word of the kingdom, and understandeth it not, then cometh the wicked one, and catcheth away that which was sown in his heart. This is he which received seed by the way side. But he that received the seed into stony places, the same is he that heareth the word, and anon with joy receiveth it; Yet hath he not root in himself, but dureth for a while: for when tribulation or persecution ariseth because of the word, by and by he is offended. He also that received seed among the thorns is he that heareth the word; and the care of this world, and the deceitfulness of riches, choke the word, and he becometh unfruitful. But he that received seed into the good ground is he that heareth the word, and understandeth it; which also beareth fruit, and bringeth forth, some an hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty.


 

 

Las Vegas Double Shot

Sin City

This old town is filled with sin / It’ll swallow you in
If you’ve got some money to burn
Take it home right away / You’ve got three years to pay
And Satan is waiting his turn…

CHORUS:
This old earthquake’s gonna leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole town’s insane
On the thirty-first floor, a gold-plated door
Won’t keep out the Lord’s burning rain

The scientists say it will all wash away
But we don’t believe anymore
‘Cause we’ve got our recruits
and our green mohair suits
So please show your I.D. at the door

CHORUS

A friend came around, tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people mad…
But he trusted  his crowd, so he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they  had

CHORUS

On the thirty-first floor, a gold-plated door
Won’t keep out the Lord’s burning rain.

lyrics by Gram Parsons and Chris Hillman 1969

Viva Las Vegas

Bright light city gonna set my soul, gonna set my soul on fire
Got a whole lot of money that’s ready to burn, so get those stakes up higher
There’s a thousand pretty women waitin’ out there
And they’re all livin’ the devil may care
And I’m just the devil with love to spare, so
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas
How I wish that there were more than the twenty-four hours in the day. . .
Even if there were forty more I wouldn’t sleep a minute away
Oh, there’s black jack and poker and the roulette wheel
A fortune won and lost on ev’ry deal
All you need’s a strong heart and a nerve of steel
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas with you neon flashin’ and your one arm bandits crashin’
All those hopes down the drain
Viva Las Vegas turnin’ day into nighttime
Turnin’ night into daytime, if you see it once
You’ll never be the same again
I’m gonna keep on the run / I’m gonna have me some fun
If it costs me my very last dime
If I wind up broke up well, I’ll always remember that I had a swingin’ time
I’m gonna give it ev’rything I’ve got
Lady luck please let the dice stay hot
Let me shoot a seven with ev’ry shot, ah
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas,
Viva Las Vegas, viva, viva Las Vegas . . .

 

Viva Las Vegas is a 1963 song written by Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman and recorded that same year by Elvis Presley for his Viva Las Vegas film vehicle, which along with the song was set for general release the year after. Although Presley never sang the song live, it has since become widely known and often performed by others.