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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

This one's a song by Don Mclean, an all time classic which was first introduced when i was in pri 4, by this teacher Preston Tan, our then-form teacher. An interesting man, he brought in this song which will be remembered for life. enjoy... the title's American Pie.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsZFiMo8TIc



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 delivered
bad news on the door step
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...

CHORUS
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
drove my Chevy to the levy
but the levy was dry
an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
singin this will be the day that I die
this will 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 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
cuz I saw you dancin in the gym
you both kicked off your shoes
and I did those rhythm and blues... ...
I was a lonely teenage bronkin 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 singin...

Chorus

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 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...

Chorus

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
eight miles high and fallin 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
oh as 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...

Chorus

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 candle stick
cuz fire is the devils only friend
oh and as I watched him on the stage
my hands were clinched in fists of rage
no angel born in hell
could break that satan's spell
and as the planes climbed high into the night
to light the sacrificial rite
I saw satan laughing with delight
the day the music died.
He was singin...

Chorus

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 singin...

Chorus

They were singin...
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
singin this will be the day that I die.
1:30 PM

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