DaytheMusicDied
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- June 28
- United States
- Deviant for 12 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.
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.
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in 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 singin',
Bye, bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in 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 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',
Bye, bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in 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 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 in Rye.
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.
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 in 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.
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in Rye.
Singin' this'll be the day that I die.
This'll be the day that I die.
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.
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in 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 singin',
Bye, bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in 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 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',
Bye, bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in 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 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 in Rye.
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.
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 in 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.
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in Rye.
Singin' this'll be the day that I die.
This'll be the day that I die.
Favourite Visual Artist
DemiseMAN
Favourite Movies
RENT
Favourite TV Shows
Sherlock
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Foster The People, Say Anything, The Proclaimers
Favourite Books
Harry Potter
Favourite Writers
J.K.Rowling
Favourite Games
Flyff
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC and Xbox
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