The Day the Music Died, an American Pie
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 Ramadhan made me shiver
With every paper being delivered
Great news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about this broken heart
But something touched me deep inside
That day, when music died
So, bye, bye o Music of deceived height,
Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys keep wondering if I’m a’right
Singin' this'll be the day that it’ll die
This'll be the day that it’ll die
Whoever writes the book of love
And has faith in God above
In His book that tells you so
Or still you want to believe in rock and roll?
Can music really save your mortal soul?
It teaches nothing but to lay, lay real slow
Well, I know that if we are in love with Him
Then we can repent our worldy sin
If we find our contended shoes
Man, I miss those solemn-night blues
I was a lonely teenage, making bucks
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started praying
So, bye, bye o Music of ain’t right,
Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys keep wondering if I’m a’right
Singin' this'll be the day that it’ll die
This'll be the day that it’ll die
Now, for twenty-three years on my own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But, that's not how it used to be
Ancient jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed to be in hiding
And a voice that came to you and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole all thorny crowns
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
Then even Lennon read a book on Marx
Even the quartet practiced in the park
And they make us astray way in the dark
So let, the music die
We will be fightin’
So, bye, bye o you Music of pride,
Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys keep wondering if I’m a’right
Singin' this'll be the day that it’ll die
This'll be the day that it’ll die
Helter skelter in an awkward weather
With people fled off from a fallout shelter
They miles high and we miles down
They sit on gold and we sit on grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on sidelines laughin’ a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
Sergeants of both played a tune
Some stay some got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the jesters own the whole field
The marching band played the jester’s bill
Do you recall what was revealed?
That day the music is up
We shall be fightin’
Oh, bye, bye you Music of dark,
Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys keep wondering if I’m a’right
Singin' this'll be the day that it’ll die
This'll be the day that it’ll die
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on you be nimble, you be quick
Stop following those candlesticks
'Cause fire is the devil's good ole friend
With wealth being played on the stage
Hands being clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the height
They now become the sacrificial rite
As Satan laughing with delight
The day the music is up
But we’ll be fighting
So, gone, gone, Music once adorned,
Drove my chevy to the levee but soon it all will be gone
Them good ole boys keep wondering if its on
Asking will this be the way we should be on?
Asking, should this be the way we be on?
I met a girl who loves the night blues
And I asked her for some happy news
She smiled and sometimes turned away
So I pray to be at the sacred stone
Where I'd imagined years before
But the man there said the line still won’t let
You see the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
Their sleep yet to be broken
And the man I had admired most
Muhammad, Peace be Upon him most
Miss not the last train for the coast
The day the music died
Let us not be sleepin’
And I shall be fighting.