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“Paralyzed” is a 1956 track recorded by Elvis Presley for his album Elvis. This song, penned by Otis Blackwell, showcases Presley’s exceptional vocal skills and emotional depth. The lyrics depict a man utterly captivated by a woman’s allure, rendering him speechless and motionless: “I’m so paralyzed with love for you / I can’t move a muscle or speak a word / I’m just a helpless puppet on your string.”

The song, with its mid-tempo ballad style and strong rhythm and blues influence, resonated well with both fans and critics. Elvis’s passionate and soulful rendition, characterized by conviction and deep emotion, further enhanced its impact. Despite its emotional intensity, “Paralyzed” charted at #59 on the Billboard pop singles chart in 1956. It was part of the Elvis album and also released as an EP titled Elvis Volume 1, RCA EPA-992, on October 19, 1956. The EP peaked at #4 on the Billboard EP Chart.

“Paralyzed” remains one of Elvis’s early masterpieces, highlighting his ability to establish a profound emotional connection with his audience through his music.

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Lyrics

When you looked into my eyes
I stood there like I was hyp-notised
You sent a feeling to my spine
A feeling warm and smooth and fine
But all I could do were stand there paralyzed
When we kissed, ooh what a thrill
You took my hand and, ooh baby, what a chill
I felt like grabbin’ you real tight
Squeeze and squeeze with all my might
But all I could do were stand there paralyzed

Oh yeah lucky me, I’m singing ev’ry day
Ever since that day you came my way
You made my life for me just one big happy game
I’m gay ev’ry morning
At night I’m still the same
Do you remember that wonderful time
You held my hand and swore that you’ll be mine
In front of preacher you said
“I do” I couldn’t say a word for thinking of you
All I could do was stand there paralyzed

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