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Originally posted by bigfrank
They must have good smoke in Hawaii?
(I read it in a book
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Aka "pakalolo".
(I read it in a book )
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Let's not forget perhaps the greatest open-to-interpretation classic of all time, Don McLean's "American Pie." I had a friend in college who was the only one who could keep it all straight, but since she was always explaining it at midnight in a bar, who the hell knows?
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’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
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 bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "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?
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
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.
I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
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 lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout 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 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!
`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,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I 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: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause 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,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
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 singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."Comment
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That really was more than I needed to know.Originally posted by wackymother
“Maybe you shouldn't dress like that.”
“This is a blouse and skirt. I don't know what you're talking about.”
“You shouldn't wear that body.”Comment
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My badOriginally posted by T. R. OglodyteThat really was more than I needed to know.
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Why are we doing this ? I 'm enjoying this and thought I'd add :
Life's Been Good (Joe Walsh)
I have a mansion, forget the price. Ain't never been there they tell me it's nice.
I live in hotels tear out the walls. I have accountants pay for it all.
They say I'm crazy but I have a good time,
I'm just looking for clues at the scene of the crime. Life's been good to me so far.
My Maserati does 185, I lost my license, now I don't drive.
I have a limo ride in the back, I lock the doors in case I'm attacked.
I'm making records, my fans they can't wait. They write me letters, tell me I'm great.
So I got me an office gold records on the wall. Just leave a message, maybe I'll call.
Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through. (Everybody sing) I'm cool (He's cool).
I can't complain but sometimes I still do, life's been good to me so far.
I go to parties sometimes until four, it's hard to leave when you can't find the door.
It's tough to handle this fortune and fame, everybody's so different, I haven't changed.
They say I'm lazy but it takes all my time (Everybody sing) Oh yeah (Oh yeah).
I keep on going guess I'll never know why, life's been good to me so farComment
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I still have a few Joe Walsh 8 track tapes somewhere.Originally posted by Beaglemom3
Remember Rocky Mountain way?
Timeshareforums Shirts and Mugs on sale now! http://www.cafepress.com/ts4msComment
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We dragged the kids to Lee Ho Fook in London! But they had never heard "Werewolves of London." I've failed as a parent.Comment
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Sure do, but enough about my mispent youth.Originally posted by bigfrankI still have a few Joe Walsh 8 track tapes somewhere.
Remember Rocky Mountain way?
("Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through. ")Comment
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So, why was she leaving on the jet plane??“Maybe you shouldn't dress like that.”
“This is a blouse and skirt. I don't know what you're talking about.”
“You shouldn't wear that body.”Comment
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And did you know Elton John's "Daniel" ("I can see Daniel waving good-bye") is NOT about Daniel dying in a plane crash???? Which is totally what I always thought it was about until I read an article about it just recently. This summarizes what it's supposed to be about:
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The lyrics were written by Bernie Taupin, Elton's writing partner. When Elton wrote the music for it, he chopped off the last verse because he thought the song was already too long. This completely changed the meaning of the song, as the deleted verse explained that "Daniel" was a Vietnam Vet who returned home after the war, lost his eyesight, and decided to leave America and go to Spain. With the last verse chopped off, it became a fairly vague story of 2 brothers who part ways.Comment
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Business trip?Originally posted by T. R. OglodyteComment
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My favorite 8-track memory is driving from Scarsdale to St. Louis in April of 1970, listening to Hendrix doing Voodoo Chile' on an 8-track player plugged into the cigarette lighter.Originally posted by bigfrankI still have a few Joe Walsh 8 track tapes somewhere.
Remember Rocky Mountain way?“Maybe you shouldn't dress like that.”
“This is a blouse and skirt. I don't know what you're talking about.”
“You shouldn't wear that body.”Comment
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Made me smile reading this.Originally posted by T. R. Oglodyte
One particularly hard day at work, nothing went right, code blues x 3, little old ladies pulling out catheters (balloon intact) and climbing over siderails whilst I wrestled them back as they clutched sensative upper parts of my anatomy................ I had just had it. Period. Then, while going down the entrance stairs of the subway station, I read the graffiti, "Hendrix Lives".
Life is good.Comment
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Oh I have a sick sense of humor.
This thread just made a logical progession from a tiny bikini to clutching sensitvie upper parts of the anatomy.
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