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29.4.06

american pie: complete edition

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 theyd be happy for a while but febuary made me shiver with every paper i delivered bad news on the doorstep i couldnt take one more step i cant 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 good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singin thisll be the day that i die thisll 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 ya teach me how to dance real sloow well i know that youre in love with him cuz i saw you dancing in the gym you both kicked off your shoes man i dig those rhythm and blues woo 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 good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singin thisll be the day that i die thisll be the day that i die now for ten years weve been on our own and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but thats 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 o and while the king was lookin down the jester stole his thorny crown the court room was adjourned no verdict was returned and while lenin read the book of marx the quartet practised 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 and good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singin thisll be the day that i die thisll be the day that i die helter skelter in the summer swelter the birds flew off with a fallout shelter eight miles high and falling faaaaast 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 seargents played a marching tune we all got up to dance aaww but we never got the chance cuz 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 and good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singin thisll be the day that i die thisll be the day that i die o 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 o 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 levy but the levy was dry and good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singin thisll be the day that i die thisll 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 id heard the music years before but the man there said the music wouldnt 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 singin, bye bye miss american pie drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry and good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singin thisll be the day that i die thisll be the day that i die they were singin bye bye miss american pie drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry the good ole boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin thisll be the day that i die.

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