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American Pie ~ Don McLean

A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died

So bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died

I started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Now for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned

And while Lennin read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died

We were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the halftime air was sweet perfume While the sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died?

We started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died

He was singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets, the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died

And they were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

They were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die

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The repeated phrase "the day the music died" refers to a plane crash in 1959 that killed early rock and roll stars Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper, and Ritchie Valens, ending the era of early rock and roll; this became the popular nickname for that crash. The theme of the song goes beyond mourning McLean's childhood music heroes, reflecting the deep cultural changes and profound disillusion and loss of innocence of his generation – the early rock and roll generation – that took place between the 1959 plane crash and either late 1969 or late 1970. The meaning of the other lyrics, which cryptically allude to many of the jarring events and social changes experienced during that period, has been debated for decades. McLean repeatedly declined to explain the symbolism behind the many characters and events mentioned; he eventually released his songwriting notes to accompany the original manuscript when it was sold in 2015, explaining many of these, and further elaborated on the lyrical meaning in a 2022 interview/documentary celebrating the song's 50th anniversary, in which he stated the song was driven by impressionism and debunked some of the more widely speculated symbols.

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sacredglitch · 1 year

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thanks to tiktok last night, I learned that the infamous lines

"I drink bourbon."

"Like a good ol' boy..."

May be a reference to Don McLean's American Pie; "Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye"

and I never thought about it til that moment...and I could see Johnny making a small reference but Ghost not catching it at all so he's just like clarifying "Yeah love that shit" which just has Johnny make a mental note that if they get out alive, he's playing him the classic tune.

#cod rambles #cod mw2 #cod ghost #cod soap #ghostsoap #listen this is from tiktok so take it with a grain of salt #but johnny seems the time to make obscure song references #not that American Pie is an obscure song but do you really think Ghost has heard it beyond a film showing it or something?#anyway just thought id inform the cod fandom here #love lil easter eggs like these #the ''if you know you know'' thing that isnt hard to figure out #the edit to the song was good too btw #cant remember if i faved it or not but thank you user for making it

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peachbear88 · 3 years

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You Know You Love Me

A/N: Inspired by a TikTok I saw. Disclaimer: THIS IS A SCHOOL AU. DON'T COME AT ME!

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warning: Angst, enemies to lovers, character death.

Word count: 1.59k

-=+=-

A young girl with dark red hair taps her foot against the tiled floor, humming a song while reading her book.

"Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry. Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing this'll be the-"

"Can you shut up?" She tears her eyes from her book to see you, a hateful glare on your face.

"No." She stares defiantly into Y/E/C eyes, making your resolve waver for a second before returning full force. You bristle as she returns her attention to her book.

She starts humming again under her breath, smirking subtly when you don't object. Something wet and sticky hits her neck and she flinches, glancing your way. You glance out the window quickly, a smug smile on your face.

She brushes the spitball away before returning her attention to her book. Another spitball hits her, this time on the cheek. She brushes it off once again, her patience growing thin.

Once more, a spitball hits her, this time, right in her ear. She explodes, her chair falling backwards as she launches herself at you, grabbing you by the collar.

"What is your problem!?" A teacher rushes forward as she continues to throttle you, your face turning red. The teacher pries her off of you, sending a stern look at you.

"Both of you, principal's office now!" Her voice is shrill as you grab your bag, glaring at the girl who glares right back at you, her head held high as she straightens her shirt before marching out of the room.

-=+=-

"So. Ms. Danvers tells me you were attempting to murder Ms. Y/L/N? Ms. Romanoff." The girl, sorry- Natasha, stares straight into Fury's eyes, her back ramrod straight.

"It was aggravated assault," she reports as you mentally sigh, preparing yourself for the punishment.

"Snitch," you mutter under your breath which causes Fury to arch an eyebrow.

"Well in that case, I guess I'll be marking the two of you as absent for the next week." He reaches for the phone on his desk. "You're suspended."

You launch yourself from the chair, leaning across the desk.

"Suspended?" You let out a disbelieving laugh. "I can't be suspended sir." Fury stares at you.

"And since when were you Principal?" You huff, grabbing your bag and storming from the room. Natasha grabs her backpack calmly, nodding at Fury before leaving the room.

She walks briskly, catching up to you in no time as you stare straight ahead, tearing through the school hallways.

"You brought this on yourself." You growl, grabbing her and pinning her to the wall of lockers. She doesn't even flinch, staring at you expectantly.

"I hate you." You release her, muttering it under your breath. She smirks, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

"You know you love me," she whispers teasingly, her breath warm against your ear. You shove her away, jumping onto your bike and pedaling home. She watches you go, shaking her head with a smile as she turns away.

-=+=-

You push open the door of the ice cream shop, licking it as you plop down on the curb.

Your mother had taken the news surprisingly well. You had a record for being, well as your mother liked to put it, troubled.

Humming a tune from a musical you loved so dearly, Hairspray. It's a jaunty little song, 'The New Girl In Town'.

"Can you shut up?" A husky voice rings out and you look up, your eyes squinting before landing on a familiar, lean yet muscular figure. Her silhouette is outlined by the sun towering about you. Her red hair looks like it's aflame as she sits down next to you. You scoot away a little.

"Can't I sing what I want to sing without being harassed?' You quip and she snorts.

"Hark who's talking." She laughs as you square your shoulders, turning away from her. "Oh don't pout. You look cuter when you smile." You blush faintly, hiding behind the ice cream cone which doesn't go unnoticed by the redhead who bursts out laughing.

"I hate you," you mutter into your shirt sleeve at a poor attempt of hiding your flushed cheeks. She wiggles her eyebrows at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder which you shrug off almost instantly.

"You know you love me."

-=+=-

Your nights are plagued with visions of the fiery haired girl with eyes as green as the forest, a smile as bright and white as the snow.

Could it be? No. You hate her. Right? Yes. Without a doubt.

You sigh, flipping your pillow back over in an attempt to go back to sleep.

-=+=-

When Natasha asks you out, you want to throw up. Your heart throbs as you watch her hopeful expression, proffering the bouquet of orchids to you.

The way her smile falls when you say 'no' nearly breaks your heart. Nearly. She gives you a small, sad smile, getting back up and walking away but not before promising you that she wouldn't give up.

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do."

"You know you love me."

You beg her not to but she turns a deaf ear to your pleas, kissing the palm of your hand before leaving.

-=+=-

4 times.

It takes 4 more tries before your dams finally break and you agree. She jumps up, whooping for joy. You shriek as she picks you up, spinning you round and round.

You'll never forget the smile on her face as she stares into your eyes breathlessly before glancing down at your lips nervously. Giving her a slight, subtle nod, she surges forward, capturing your lips with hers.

You sigh, leaning into her hold as the icy walls around your heart melt under her love.

As long as you had her, you felt like you could take on anything.

-=+=-

The next few weeks felt like a dream. A moment stolen from someone else's life.

The happiness is never ending, like a never ending tunnel full of love and hope for the future.

But deep down inside, a dark feeling tugs at your gut.

It won't last.

She won't be here forever.

Shut up, you think and the monster quiets down, delving back down into the darkest parts of your mind.

"You okay?" Natasha asks, noticing your sickly appearance.

"I'm fine." You smile queasily at her. She opens her mouth as if to protest but after a firm smile, she closes it, wrapping her arms around you and returning her attention to the movie.

You relax at the reassuring touch.

Even if it does have to end, you'll at least have the memories.

Hearts are meant to be broken in the end.

-=+=-

Natasha's fading away.

Slowly but surely.

The cheeky, smug girl you'd met years before was gone, replaced by a shell of her former self.

Everyday she'd wake up, pour herself a cup of coffee, down it and leave the house for work. All before you wake up.

You never confront her.

Always hoping that the next day will be different, that maybe she'll return to her chipper self.

The cycle is painful, watching as she comes home, collapsing on the couch and flicking the TV on. The bright screen illuminates her pale face. Her once vibrant green eyes, full of life are now dull, replaced by an emptiness that scares you.

You shake off the feeling, returning your attention to the dishes in the sink.

-=+=-

"You know, when we first met, you always told me-" she chokes, blood spilling forth from her lips. "You told me that you hated me. I didn't believe it." You sob, attempting to staunch the gaping hold above her heart, the knife lying at her side.

"Please, no."

"I hate myself." You sob even harder at that, abandoning any attempts to stop her from bleeding out, caressing her face.

"That's not true."

"It is. I know you've noticed it. And I'm sorry." She wipes the tears from your face, her hands shaking. "You deserve so much more than a person like me. Someone whole. Not broken."

"No, you're not broken, you-" you stammer, your brain failing to find an answer. "You just need some help." She lets out a pained laugh.

"Be free. Don't worry about me. This is a gift." Her eyes flutter shut for a moment before returning, even more pained then before. "Remember I love you okay? Live for me."

"Okay. I will." You sob uncontrollably, burying your face into her neck.

"It's okay. It's okay." She shushes you quietly. Her voice dies and you look up. Her eyes are wide open, empty, void of anything. You grab her by the shoulders, shaking her frantically.

"No no no no!" You press your lips to her bloodstained ones, attempting and failing to steal one last kiss from her. "No..."

-=+=-

"Hi Nat. It's been a while huh?" You chuckle weakly, kneeling down in the dirt. "I've been arguing with myself lately. Internal struggle, whatnot. And I've come to the the conclusion that you're right." You inhale sharply. "You know that I love you." A small tear rolls down your cheek, landing in the soil.

The words echo throughout the empty lot of land.

You know that I love you.

Pressing one last, lingering kiss to the cold headstone, you pick yourself up and walk towards your car, glancing back at the grave and waving one last time as if expecting to see Natasha standing there, waving back at you.

Hearts are meant to be broken.

-=+=-

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#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff angst

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rosyfingereddawnn · 3 years

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american pie!

thank you @softnoirr for indulging me in 1. my obsession with writing stupid essays for fun and 2. my obsession with dad music. this one's for you, tiana.

so. a little bit of backstory with this song right here, a lot of the song is related to the plane crash in february 1959 (i think?) that killed buddy holly, ritchie valens and the big bopper, who were all really really influencial early rock and roll musicians. i'm talking like. Big.

so, at least in my interpretation, don mclean is describing the lives of american kids throughout the late 50's and the 60's, and the loss of innocence throughout the ages. now, the first stanza (is that the word here) or so, he's talking about how, early on in life, these kids were inspired. they wanted to create and to make people happy doing something they loved. and most of all, they lived through music. music could make someone happy. especially the music of Big 3 up there, that inspired GENERATIONS. anyways.

next stanza up is the first mention of the plane crash. for the record! february 3rd, the day of the crash is now referred to as "the day that music died" so uh. !!!! anyways, this is the first time that the innocence and rose-coloured joy of americans everywhere was shattered. post war, everything was going well! and then 3 big musicians of the time die just like that. it's a huge shock. don mclean has said that he was a 13-year old paper boy when this tragedy happened, so it's safe to say that part is about him. fun times.

now, i may have done a little research for this a while ago, but supposedly, 'american pie' means, according to don mclean himself, "it means i don't ever have to work again if i don't want to." which. king shit right there i think! american dream reference also. NOW. the chorus is. stunning. and i think it's detailing a way to cope with the complete shift. like... imagine one day you were listening to taylor swift. incredibly popular. and then. the next day... yeah. so! keep this in mind! it's a magic tool to help us later! OH RIGHT ALSO 'that'll be the day' was a buddy holly song so..........

okay so this is thanks to my relatively limited knowledge of 50's and 60's music. but. the next lines, the uh. "did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in god above", those are all references to the good old days, both like. culturally? and also because they are song titles from that time. don mclean is sprinkling some music knowledge in there. nice. OKAY SO THE "do you believe in rock n' roll, can music save your soul" part. ethereal thanks. could be a reference to some beatles conroversy, john lennon saying "the beatles are bigger than jesus" and all that. also though, there's a question as to how much music meant to the kids of the 60's? how much it inspired and continues to inspire, how it helped them create and live and love. also in this longer stanza, the lines "i was a lonely teenage broncin' buck, with a pink carnation and a pickup truck, but i knew i was out of luck, the day the music died." so. more peppering in of music references. hehe. he's tryin' to pick up the ladies, and ol' donnie? same here. basically though, i took that as this change of pace from 50's to 60's. social revolutions, nothing is the same, life is just. incredibly different. then don joins all the kids at the levee drinking whiskey n' rye.

this is already much too long. more and more and more social change ensues, and then in the last stanza before the refrains. he mentions "a girl who sings the blues" which. janis joplin. he wanted some "happy news" for once, and then in 1970 she overdosed. she "smiled (in regret) and tuned away". so he goes to the record store relive the happiness of the music of his youth, and "the music wouldn't play." by the 70's there were New and Fresh bands. everyone, for all intents and purposes, forgot about the 50's. more social change that as a history major i can yell about later. also more music references. GOD HAS LEFT THE CHAT! TOO MUCH SOCIAL CHANGE (last stanza hits)

refrain comes and HITS and then. you cry! the end :)

tldr: loss of innocence, as you do. also sorry this was more of a history lesson SORRY i ran out of ROOM TOO I COULDN'T WRITE ANYMORE

#financial compensation if you read to the end ;)#american pie #essay #syd speaks!

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hettiesworld · 4 years

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American Pie

Pairing: Chuck x reader

Warning(s): Strong language and moderate violence.

A/n: I have not seen this movie yet so forgive me for this. I wanted to do one based on this song!

A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while

Transitioning into prison life was very difficult for Chuck. Some of the male officers saw him as new prey as well. The rules inside the concrete walls surrounded by razor wire are very different than ones in the "free world". He soon discovers when it comes to falling in love, the rules have drastically changed.

There was this officer in the prison. A female officer called Officer Y/n. He fell in love with her instantly. But he knew the rules in here. No relationships between the prisoners and the officers.

But did he give a fuck?

Nope.

But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step

His eyes are like two rare gems, each time more beautiful with every glance. His accent was such a playful tune, as if he were the star of his own movie. She could have sat there all day simply to listen and smile.

He jerked upright, panicked, but his wrists refused to move. Something sharp and cold dug into his skin. He looked down and saw there were handcuffs holding his hands to the table. He bit it, feeling an odd coldness on his tongue that was when the door opened and slammed shut, making him jump a little with the only slack he had.

“I am Detective Y/n. I am here to interrogate you. Do you understand?" Chuck nodded slowly.

“What is your name,”

The woman said crankily seating herself into the chair opposite to him. He stayed silent. "TELL ME!”

She repeated sternly. Chuck felt coldness envelope him, but no darkness came. Y/n broke the cuffs and then wrapped her strong hands around the guy’s throat and squeezed. She raised him off the ground. He kicked and squirmed, but it was no use. Just as his vision went blurry, two uniformed men came in, and Y/n dropped him to the ground. She was lead out while he sat, panting for breath.

I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died

The next, Chuck was all happy and beaming as he was singing towards his prison cell with two guards following him. His brother, Heck, was already in his cell. He facepalmed as he heard,

‘This will be a long few years in prison...’ Heck thought.

#chuck x reader #love comes to the executioner #masterlist #nabrnes #jeremy renner #song imagines

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thestorybehindourmusic · 5 years

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American Pie

If you are a regular listener to my show you will know that for the last several weeks I have been concentrating on the music and artists of Woodstock; as the 50th anniversary of the festival is coming up this summer. I have been filling you in on some of the behind the music stories, both good and bad, of the acts at the show billed as 3 days of “Peace and Music”. However this week I’m going to take a break from Woodstock, because 4 years ago last week the manuscript of a true american musical icon was sold at auction for 1.2 million dollars. The manuscript was the lyrics in the original writing of Don McLean’s biggest hit. At 8 and ½ minutes long the song was considered an anthem and many radio stations would only play a shortened version of the song. I believe that most people are familiar that with the song that I’m referring to, American Pie. I think we have all heard his crazy and cryptic lyrics about “bye bye Ms. American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry”, and the repeated line about “the day the music died”, but what was his meanings?

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McLean said in a Christie’s catalogue ahead of the sale, “I thought it would be interesting as I reach age 70 to release this work product on the song American Pie so that anyone who might be interested will learn that this song was not” just a game to see who could remember all the lyrics. He said it was actually “an indescribable photograph of America that I tried to capture in words and music.”

That photograph was always a little bit blurry. At more than 800 words, the meaning of “American Pie” proved elusive except for maybe the part about when “the Music died”. That being when three up and coming musicians were killed in an airplane crash in 1959. Those 3 musicians were Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and the Big Bopper. Holly was just 22 and Valens a mere 17.

What does it all mean? According to Mclean; the end of the American Dream.

“Basically in ‘American Pie,’ things are heading in the wrong direction,” he also told Christie’s, “It is becoming less idyllic. I don’t know whether you consider that wrong or right but it is a morality song in a sense.”

“I was around in 1970 and now I am around in 2015,” McLean said, to People Magazine. “There is no poetry and very little romance in anything anymore, so it is really like the last phase of ‘American Pie'. ”

Well, truth be told there was no romance in Mclean’s decision to sell the manuscript either, it was simply about the money. He told Rolling Stone Magazine “I’m going to be 70 this year, I have two children and a wife… I want to get the best deal that I can for them. It’s time.” (American pie)

Just as a side note in 2017, McLean's original recording was selected for preservation in the National Recording Registry by the Library of Congress as being "culturally, historically, or artistically significant".

Here are the complete Lyrics, see what you think.

American Pie

Don McLean

A long long time ago I can still remember how That music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride Something touched me deep inside The day the music died

SoBye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But, that's not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me

Oh and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lennon read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died

We were singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance' Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died?

We started singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend Oh and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died

He was singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died

And they were singing Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

They were singing Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die

Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Don McLeanAmerican Pie lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Spirit Music Group

#classic rock #MISD #KEOM #Mesquite #Thestorybehindourmusic #Addie #88.5 #American Pie #complete lyrics

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zombfear-blog · 5 years

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ACCIDENTAL AFFECTION ;;

send me ♫ for your muse to catch mine singing in the shower

Surprisingly. the reason Brian was using Rosa’s shower this morning was not because it was the night after one of their “nights together”, or basically, fuck session. No, he’d spent the night as the two of them were working on something together and by the time they both called it quits, Brian was already half asleep on her couch. So he just slept over.

Course, he was no stranger to waking up and roaming her house while she slept, going to take a shower real quick before cooking her some food as kind of a thanks for not booting him off her couch and making him go home.

And to keep things generally quiet for her, he opted not to listen to some tunes in the shower like he normally did, not wanting to wake her up with his ( albeit good ) music.Course in the time standing there, letting the water fall on him as he used little of the soaps she had in her bathroom to clean his body, Brian couldn’t help but start to hum a song that was stuck in his head. Humming wasn’t so bad.

But then the humming turned to singing.

❝♫Bye, bye Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dryAnd them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye♫❞

He seemed to forget where he was as he sang, continuing the song as he got out and dried himself off, not bothered that he wasn’t in his own bathroom and only stopped when he opened the door to see… Rosa awake and by the door. About to continue the lyric before letting out a startled yelp at the sight of her. Praying that she hadn’t heard him, singing.

❝H-Hey Rosa! How’d ya sleep? Sorry I took so long in the shower-❞

#lxrosalita #𝒹ₑ𝒸ₐᵧᵢₙ𝓰 ₘᵢₙ𝒹 → ( ic )

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akdjrbeuwisusehebr · 3 years

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Because I'm bored:

American Pie - by Don McLean (1971)

A long, long time ago

I can still remember how that music used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver

With every paper I'd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride

But something touched me deep inside

The day the music died

So bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love

And do you have faith in God above

If the Bible tells you so?

Now do you believe in rock and roll?

Can music save your mortal soul?

And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him

'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym

You both kicked off your shoes

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck

With a pink carnation and a pickup truck

But I knew I was out of luck

The day the music died

I started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Now for ten years we've been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone

But that's not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the king and queen

In a coat he borrowed from James Dean

And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down

The jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned

No verdict was returned

And while Lennin read a book on Marx

The quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died

We were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter

The birds flew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and falling fast

It landed foul on the grass

The players tried for a forward pass

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the halftime air was sweet perfume

While the sergeants played a marching tune

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field

The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

We started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye

And singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place

A generation lost in space

With no time left to start again

So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jack Flash sat on a candlestick

'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage

My hands were clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in Hell

Could break that Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

He was singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye

And singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news

But she just smiled and turned away

I went down to the sacred store

Where I'd heard the music years before

But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets, the children screamed

The lovers cried and the poets dreamed

But not a word was spoken

The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most

The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the music died

And they were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

They were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye

And singin' this'll be the day that I die

#music

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snacksizedshortstack · 4 years

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🎶 I can't remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride

Something touched me deep inside

The day the music died

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume

While sergeants played a marching tune

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field

The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

We started singin'🎶

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mitchbeck · 4 years

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CANTLON'S CORNER: THE AMERICAN PIE OF SPORTS

A long, long time ago, I can still remember how, That music used to make me smile, And I knew if I had my chance, That I could make those people dance, And maybe they'd be happy for a while, But February made me shiver, With every paper, I'd deliver, Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step... BY: Gerry Cantlon, Howlings HARTFORD, CT - The words from the iconic Don McLean hit from the summer of 1971, a paean to the terrible day when Ritchie Valens, JP "The Big Bopper” Richardson, and the legendary, Buddy Holly, all died in a plane crash in an Iowa cornfield en route to their next show and the cascading world that descended from that day. On rising up on March 13, 2020, the worldwide sports landscape changed. It was stilled, quiet, unearthly, and seemed totally devoid of even a pulse. The ice sheet at the XL Center stood glistening clean. The sounds of skates digging in were gone. The hum of the Zamboni shaving and resurfacing of the ice, no more as they have been sent into hibernation. The squeak of sneakers on hardwood, the three-pointers launched with a brilliant arc bringing hopes of glory are now but a misty dream. The sound of baseballs being crushed by a wooden bat, the fleet-footed, and sure-handed infielder, who sought to snare that ball. Those long drives now ride alone on a breeze of a warm spring day, America and the global sports world were left wondering in rapt funeral amazement, have sports died? The English Premier League was the last world sports body to toss in the white towel when players and coaches from Liverpool and Chelsea tested positive for the Wuhan Flu, which is also known as Covid-19. This landscape is hard to process. As a long-time sportswriter opined, "What does a sportswriter do when there are no sports to cover? "Did you write the book of love, And do you have faith in God above, If the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him, 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym, You both kicked off your shoes, Man, I dig those rhythm-and-blues..." Everyone hopes that this moratorium on our sports will be temporary, but it does have the feeling of the start of a funeral dirge, or maybe bagpipes in sorrowful harmony. The potential human cost is real and that those who developed the virus, it is very uncertain prognosis some may recover and sadly some will not. The full scale and picture is still yet unknown. The economics of the sports industry teams and players are real. In the coming days, the associated ancillary businesses might be a catastrophe. When 30 days is spoken of as the minimum possible period of time was heading into choppy, very unchartered waters. The workers at the arenas faced immediate hardship. The restaurants, pubs and other local eateries surrounding sports venues will see a dramatic fall off. Dallas Mavericks owner, Mark Cuban, said it would be cheaper for him and the country to keep these employees on payroll than it would be to send them off on time-consuming unemployment lines and vagaries of that experience. The NCAA is already talking about extending eligibility to spring athletes who lost their entire schedule dashing dreams of playing upon the bigger stage. Drafts to be held, contracts to be signed, the games stopped, but the business side still goes on while we all waiting for the signs we can resume entering our communal cathedrals. We search like a light bean in the midnight sky, for the stars above will the joy and warmth of the games and the people that we encounter, friendships formed can they stay intact in our magic happy space? Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But, that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me The seasons ended in quiet prose as the collegiate playoffs were set to begin for UCONN hockey. A month from now, the hope of the return of the annual rite of spring Wolf Pack postseason hockey. That scene was to be kicked off with a celebration of the 2000 Calder Cup team in our Roman amphitheater to turn cold, gray days to ones of a vivid blue sky and warm sun to add fuel to a spring fire, now rests in a place of celestial purgatory. Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die We will know soon if are days of sports, of sweet divine deception, will resume. Hopefully, like all the other sights and sound spring bring forth from Bradford pears in bloom, cardinals that return to our castles, bluebonnets fields, the smell of freshly cut grass, but the sporting landscape and of life has inextricably changed dramatically and maybe permanently. Read the full article

#Baseball #CalderCup #Coach #DallasMavericks #GerryCantlon #Howlings #NCAA #PremierLeague #UConn #WolfPack #XL

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sodammbeautiful · 7 years

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Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died [Chorus:] I started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die [Verse 2] Now for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lenin read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died [Chorus:] We were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die [Verse 3] Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the halftime air was sweet perfume While the sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? [Chorus:] We started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die [Verse 4] Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died [Chorus:] He was singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die [Outro] I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets, the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died [Chorus:] And they were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

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hungry-black-eels · 5 years

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A long long time ago I can still remember how That music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride Something touched me deep inside The day the music died So Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But, that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lennon read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend Oh and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were singing Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die They were singing Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die

American Pie - Don McLean

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sweetnessandlight · 5 years

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”all im saying is that ppl on this site looooove putting others down to make themselves feel better” lol hypocrisy much? We get it, you’re depressed. Stop being hateful

A long long time ago

I can still remember how

That music used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver

With every paper I'd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride

Something touched me deep inside

The day the music died

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love

And do you have faith in God above

If the Bible tells you so?

Do you believe in rock and roll?

Can music save your mortal soul?

And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him

'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym

You both kicked off your shoes

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck

With a pink carnation and a pickup truck

But I knew I was out of luck

The day the music died

I started singin'

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Now, for ten years we've been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rolling stone

But, that's not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the king and queen

In a coat he borrowed from James Dean

And a voice that came from you and me

Oh and while the king was looking down

The jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned

No verdict was returned

And while Lennon read a book on Marx

The quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died

We were singin'

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

And singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter

The birds flew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and falling fast

It landed foul on the grass

The players tried for a forward pass

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume

While sergeants played a marching tune

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field

The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

We started singin'

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

And singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place

A generation lost in space

With no time left to start again

So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jack Flash sat on a candlestick

'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh and as I watched him on the stage

My hands were clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in Hell

Could break that Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

He was singin'

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news

But she just smiled and turned away

I went down to the sacred store

Where I'd heard the music years before

But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets the children screamed

The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed

But not a word was spoken

The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most

The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the music died

And they were singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

They were singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

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gumball1960 · 7 years

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American Pie Lyrics

A long long time ago I can still remember how That music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they’d be happy for a while

But February made me shiver With every paper I’d deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn’t take one more step

I can’t remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride Something touched me deep inside The day the music died So

[Chorus] Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die

Well, I know that you’re in love with him ‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singin’

Now, for ten years we’ve been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But, that’s not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me

Oh and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned

And while Lenin read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were singin’

[Chorus] Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singin’ this’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast

It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singin’

Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again

So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil’s only friend

Oh and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan’s spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singin’

[Chorus] Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away

I went down to the sacred store Where I’d heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn’t play

And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were singing

They were singing Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die

https://youtu.be/uAsV5-Hv-7U

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breezingby · 1 year

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Don McLean ~ American Pie