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 ev'ry paper I'd deliver Bad news on the door step I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I creid When I read about this widowed bride Something touched me deep inside The day the music died, so *Bye bye Miss American Pie Drove my chevy to the levy But the levy was dry Then good old boys Were drinkin' 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 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 Then I digged those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pick up truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died, I started singing (Repeat *) 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 vredict was returned And while Lenin read a book on Marx A quartet practised in the park And we sang digges in the dark The day the music died, we were singin' (Repeat *) Helter Skelter in a summer swelter The birds fiew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and fallin'fast Plant a flower 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 the sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance But we never got a chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching banmd refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died, we started singin' (Repeat *) 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 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 was satan laughing with delight The day the music died, he was singin', (Repeat *) 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 men there said The music wouldn't play But in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a world was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three man I admire most The father son and holly ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were snigin' (Repeat *)1971 300happy fav 5 Stars 60s 68 70s 70s high school faves 70s pop 70s rock acoustic alltime favourite alternative pop american American anthem americana Anthem Rock Anthemic Ballad beautiful Bittersweet cars chillout classic classic pop classic rock classics cool country Don McLean don mclearn easy listening easy rock ed freeman production epic Favorite favorites Favourite Songs Favourites folk folk rock folk-rock folky From: USA fun golden oldie golden oldies good music guitar History Incredible Songwriting interesting joule joule teddy klassiker long song loopable lyrics m-really good male vocalists male vocals medena2 melancholic melancholy Mellow mention of history metarock my 500 essential songs nonpareil nostalgic nostalgic to me oldies other over 6 minutes piano piano rock pop pop culture pop rock Quiplash repeat rock rock ballads Rock/Pop sad sing along singer songwriter singer-songwriter singer-songwriters sixties slow soft soft rock Soundtrack Soundtracks summer camp memories top artists upbeat Uplifting wanderlust weird
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