Doc Pomus wasn’t paralyzed, but he was dependent on a wheel chair. He wrote “Save the last dance for me” about watching his wife dance with other men, I believe.
“And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay,
I looked at the place where me legs used to be,
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me,
To grieve, to mourn and to pity.”
Well, the book talks about how his whole face is gone, so presumably he doesn’t have a nose. I can see why Metallica left that out of the song, though. (For the record I do think that song belongs here. He can move, but he has no arms or legs anyway, so while it’s not paralysis from a spinal cord injury it’s pretty much the same for practical purposes.)
By coincidence, I happened to surf over to the Wikipedia entry for John Parr last night. It mentioned that one of his two big hits, “St. Elmo’s Fire (Man in Motion),” was written about a wheelchair athlete. Now that line about needing a “pair of wheels” makes a lot more sense to me!
Vic Chesnutt, a recording artist who’s paralyzed, has referred to his condition only obliquely as far as I know:
Whittled with an exacto knife
Plum right through my load bearing wall
I’m horrified now I could do such a thing (“Myrtle”)
Look at me, pushing forty
Suiting up for another sortie and
I’m still alive, I’m still alive, I win a prize
I’m still alive
It may not be pretty my life up to here,
But something bold and beautiful occurred
I’m not interred (“Look at Me”)
Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs now I’m an amputee, god damn you
I guess it’s not really what you’re looking for at all, but I went to all this work so I’m posting anyway.