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Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Little South of Sanity
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Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fall out 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 halftime 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 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 Because 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 He was singing 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 in Rye Singing this will be the day that I die, This will be the day that I die Beyond a shadow of a doubt the greatest Rock song ever written Still holds true all these years later Amazing lyrical imagery and metaphor You can substitute Eddie Veder/Kurt Cobain for Mick Jagger's Satan and it plays true for alternative killing hair band/sleaze rock |
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