So, I'm updating this page, which has remained largely untouched since '97. That's FOUR YEARS, folks. More updates to come in the future, I have to research some stuff, get a copies of some parodies, I think I"m going to EXPAND this page! Seems I have friends who are INTERESTED in this junk!!
I've just added two interpretations!! Go me! :)
If you want, view the text version. It will be easier and better-looking to print! TEXT
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, I could make those people dance, and maybe they'd be happy for awhile. But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep. I couldn't move 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 levy, but the levy was dry. And them good old boys were drinking whisky and wine singing 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? Oh, do you believe in rock `n` roll? Then 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 dancing in the gym. You both kicked off your shoes. And dig those rythym and blues! I was a lonely teenage bronking buck, with a pink carnation in a pickup truck. But I knew I was out of luck, the day the music died.
(Chorus)
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.
(Chorus)
Helter, skelter in a summer swelter the birds flew off with the fallout shower 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. Well, the halftime 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?
(Chorus)
In 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 candle stick, 'cause fire is the devil's only friend. Oh, and as I watched in my mistage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage. No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell. As the flames climbed high into the night, we lit the sacrificial light, I saw Satan laughing with delight, the day the music died.
(Chorus)
I met a girl who sang the blues, and I asked 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 street, 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'd admired most, the father, son and the holy ghost, they caught the last train for the coast, the day the music died.
(Chorus twice)
They're potentially broken, be forewarned.
The official Don McLean Fan Site. Do you need a Diagram? :)
This is my favorite AP site. The creator has found lots of iteresting links and created many hilarious parodies. Please go!
Funny, especially if you've seen Star Wars. Digiclan has many other funny things on their homepage. See if they have a back link.
"Me fale inglish? That's unposibel!" -Ralph Wiggum
