American Pie – Song Lyric Sunday – Music

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American Pie – Song Lyric Sunday – Music

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2019/02/23/23-days-left-till-spring/

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For today’s SLS, Jim has suggested songs about music/harmony/melody. Thanks, Jim.

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I chose this song, because how could I not. Living here in the city where Buddy Holly is from, we have many reminders of his life and legend.

This video is maybe a bit long, but it sure does show a lot of music history, including many scenes from my home town, that we see all the time. We have the Buddy Holly Museum, the statue, the Walk of Fame, the murals, the street names, the yearly anniversaries of his birth and death days, the Cotton Club, where he played, the radio station that is still on the air, and much more. I’ve visited his grave site, which is in our local cemetery many times, too.

It was indeed a sad day when the music died.

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“American Pie”, by Don McLean was released from his album of the same name in 1971. It was written by Don McLean, and is on the United Artists label.

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[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
Singing, “This’ll be the day that I die
“This’ll be the day that I die.”

[Verse 2]
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 ’n’ 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
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
Singing, “This’ll be the day that I die
“This’ll be the day that I die.”

[Verse 3]
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 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 singing

[Chorus]
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
Singing, “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 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

[Chorus]
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
Singing, “This’ll be the day that I die
“This’ll be the day that I die.”

[Verse 5]
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

We were singing

Lyrics found on Geniuslyrics.com
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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️
© 2019 BS

17 responses »

    • Thanks, Jim! Great prompt for today! I always liked the song, even being so long, and was happy to find this video of it, showing so much of the things that were going on during this era. 🙂

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