Introduction:
It’s Midnight, a poignant ballad about longing and self-reflection, was recorded by the King of Rock and Roll himself, Elvis Presley, in December 1973. Released in 1974 as a B-side to his cover of Chuck Berry’s “Promised Land”, the song showcases a different side of Presley’s musical persona. While “Promised Land” leans into the energy of Rock and Roll, It’s Midnight simmers with a melancholic mood, departing from the high-octane performances that characterized much of his early career.
Composed by songwriting duo Jerry Chesnut and Billy Edd Wheeler, It’s Midnight explores the vulnerability of heartbreak. The lyrics paint a picture of a man wrestling with his emotions late at night, a time when feelings of loneliness and longing can be especially potent. The narrator grapples with his desire for someone who doesn’t reciprocate his feelings as strongly, acknowledging his own weakness at this vulnerable hour. It’s Midnight stands out in Presley’s catalogue for its introspective tone, a stark contrast to the bravado and energy that fueled many of his hits.
It’s Midnight was not a major commercial success upon its release. Overshadowed by the A-side “Promised Land”, the song did not make a significant impact on the Billboard charts. However, It’s Midnight has gained a devoted following over the years, particularly among fans who appreciate Presley’s versatility as a vocalist. The song’s emotional depth and raw vulnerability have resonated with listeners who find themselves drawn to Presley’s ability to express a wide range of emotions.
Today, It’s Midnight is considered a hidden gem within Presley’s vast discography. It serves as a testament to his evolution as a musician, demonstrating his ability to deliver a powerful vocal performance without relying on the bombast that characterized his early rock and roll recordings. While not a chart-topping hit, It’s Midnight endures as a moving ballad that showcases a more introspective and emotionally nuanced side of the King of Rock and Roll.
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Lyrics:
Maybe it’s too late. Sometimes I even hate myself for loving youTrying to be strong then nighttime comes along and I start loving youWanting you. Where is all my self control I’m burning way down in my soulAnd needing you, and wishing I could be the man, I try toHating me for wanting you to be with you knowing you don’t love me like you used toBut it’s midnight, Oh and I miss you
It’s getting late and I know that’s when I am weakFunny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day lightI ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget youOh but it’s midnight yes and I miss you
It’s getting late and I know that’s when I am weakFunny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day lightI ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget youOh but it’s midnight yes and I miss you
It’s midnight and I miss you