A story of America. This is a tribute to Don McLean and his masterpiece.
Close and yet too distant
A man imagined how and why
Now I was born at the end of May
And liked to see the people play
And the love there couldn't sleep
But maybe lie
But for too long, we'de lived and lied
We were outstretched too far and wide
While walking up the old stair
Breathing December cold air
I can't recall the second glance
I gave the people while they danced
They didn't diserve that second chance
The year 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 and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Did you sing hyms in shouts or cries
And did you know nothing to despise
A cold war long on the ice
Did you fight with the sticks and swords
Or were you like me, weilding the chords
We all laughed at the Ladies and the Lords
Well the only answer you can learn
Is greatness won is greatness earned
No one doesn't know your name
Nothing will be the same
And while we all froze on a city roof
Lennon joined Marx up in the booth
While Donnie grew his very first tooth
The year the music died
So 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 and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Since way back when, we are without place
A quarter century with no face
Just a finish line without a race
A great storm blew with a horrid sound
From the rear window we were water bound
But our lifeboat sunk and we nearly drowned
Well I swam to shore and began to crawl
How I learned to stop worrying and love it all
In panther's stealth, I progressed
I went for days with no rest
Then somewhere in my lapse of thought
The doctor placed me on the village cot
His carrot fields began to rot
The year 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 and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
The roof top viewed all those beneath
Between our waves of unchurned grief
We knew somewhere there was a thief
Well the thief stole dad's high voltage tools
And he stole mom's precious family jewels
And ended up that night on a stool
Well I don't feel angry or upset
The devil doesn't feel regret
The highway's calling now
I don't know why or how
The thief's hiest was shot down in flames
While satan played his little games
But in the end, the prowler came
The year 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 and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
We put our brave men to the test
And warmed ourselves with leather vests
We didn't care, to hell with the rest
The courtyard had space to unpack
The guns and ammo from our sack
And hid them in the rosebush out back
In dip of darkness, the moon will wane
Our minds will lift with the twilight crane
While we slash the bush away
The illusion soon will fade
Our hunger might not fill and set
But the guns out back you'll soon forget
Destruction was the devil's pet
The year 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 and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
I met the jester's son that day
Who stole our guns and ran away
We shouted loud, a mournful song
The jester's son could've made amends
Along with him and his two friends
But they say that the boy is long gone
On the roof, we live and feel
The people cry, but love and heal
In midst of all the violence
We sat a moment's silence
Though no one can recall that day
When planes had marched off a runway
I wish the flights had been delayed
The year 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 and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-05-23 at 04:31
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American Pie Tribute/Continuation
A long long time agoClose and yet too distant
A man imagined how and why
Now I was born at the end of May
And liked to see the people play
And the love there couldn't sleep
But maybe lie
But for too long, we'de lived and lied
We were outstretched too far and wide
While walking up the old stair
Breathing December cold air
I can't recall the second glance
I gave the people while they danced
They didn't diserve that second chance
The year 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 and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Did you sing hyms in shouts or cries
And did you know nothing to despise
A cold war long on the ice
Did you fight with the sticks and swords
Or were you like me, weilding the chords
We all laughed at the Ladies and the Lords
Well the only answer you can learn
Is greatness won is greatness earned
No one doesn't know your name
Nothing will be the same
And while we all froze on a city roof
Lennon joined Marx up in the booth
While Donnie grew his very first tooth
The year the music died
So 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 and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Since way back when, we are without place
A quarter century with no face
Just a finish line without a race
A great storm blew with a horrid sound
From the rear window we were water bound
But our lifeboat sunk and we nearly drowned
Well I swam to shore and began to crawl
How I learned to stop worrying and love it all
In panther's stealth, I progressed
I went for days with no rest
Then somewhere in my lapse of thought
The doctor placed me on the village cot
His carrot fields began to rot
The year 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 and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
The roof top viewed all those beneath
Between our waves of unchurned grief
We knew somewhere there was a thief
Well the thief stole dad's high voltage tools
And he stole mom's precious family jewels
And ended up that night on a stool
Well I don't feel angry or upset
The devil doesn't feel regret
The highway's calling now
I don't know why or how
The thief's hiest was shot down in flames
While satan played his little games
But in the end, the prowler came
The year 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 and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
We put our brave men to the test
And warmed ourselves with leather vests
We didn't care, to hell with the rest
The courtyard had space to unpack
The guns and ammo from our sack
And hid them in the rosebush out back
In dip of darkness, the moon will wane
Our minds will lift with the twilight crane
While we slash the bush away
The illusion soon will fade
Our hunger might not fill and set
But the guns out back you'll soon forget
Destruction was the devil's pet
The year 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 and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
I met the jester's son that day
Who stole our guns and ran away
We shouted loud, a mournful song
The jester's son could've made amends
Along with him and his two friends
But they say that the boy is long gone
On the roof, we live and feel
The people cry, but love and heal
In midst of all the violence
We sat a moment's silence
Though no one can recall that day
When planes had marched off a runway
I wish the flights had been delayed
The year 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 and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Poetry by weirdzarun
Read 508 times
Written on 2007-05-23 at 04:31
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