'America, Why?'

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Submitted: May 03, 2017

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Don McLean--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 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
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 ole boys were drinking 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 and 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
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
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 rolling 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 on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin'

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 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 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 singin'

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 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 singin'

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
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 ole boys were drinking 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 ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die


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NOT Don McLean--'America, Why?'

 

 

Not that long ago,

I still remember how we'd go,
argued, yes, but we were never mean,
but now those days are but a memory
we're at each other verbally,
in the new political scene

 

The climate out has made me shiver
with every newscast they deliver
Bad news apparently sells
in this world gone to Hell

 

I sure remember that I cried,
listening to his latest lies
Something sagging deep inside,
tried to stay upbeat, I tried, I really tried,
 

so

 

Why, why, America why?
Watching disaster unfolding and it's world-wide
And them good old boys are drinking whiskey and rye,
singing "This is why my vote for the guy,

yes, this is why my vote for the guy"

 

Did he write The Book of Dumb?
and oh my God, what's yet to come?
 

You don't even know where to go,

it's no wonder that you don't know

Because you've sold your immortal soul
for wealth and power, oh, oh, oh

 

Well, I know you're in love with yourself,
and your empathy's sitting upon the shelf
You all band together,
All your grips have come untethered

 

Got me asking 'what the f**k?'
with a sarcastic smile, we'll need luck,
and I know the future's going to suck
Humanity second to the mighty buck,
 

hear me singing,

 

Why, why, America why?
Watching disaster unfolding that is world wide
And them good ole boys are drinking whiskey and rye,
singing "This is why my vote for the guy,

yes, this is why my vote for the guy"

 

Now for over three months we've been on our own
watching the news with one big groan
But, that's not how it used to be

 

Now the jester, he's president,
and common sense packed up and went,
and a scream escapes from you and me

 

oh, the wanna-be king looks down on all,
and society's in a dire free-fall
The news media's happy now,
they helped create this ratings cash cow

 

And the Book of Reason remains unread
we're treated to the bull that he has said
We eat your shit sandwiches with a sense of dread,
and we're sleeping in your bullshit bed
 

Now I'm singing

 

Why, why, America why?
Watching disaster unfolding that is world wide
And them good ole boys are drinking whiskey and rye
singing "This is why my vote for the guy,
yes, this is why my vote for the guy"

 

Helter skelter, like the song describes
we're living with a mad-man and his Kool-Aid tribes
Over three months in and falling fast

 

His moronics knocked us on our ass,
he's throwing nothing but a backward pass
applauded by jesters in his cast

 

Now the half-time break will never come.
Each of his decisions is tragically dumb,
and we dance The Idiot's Dance,
while his followers remain in trance

 

'Cause they didn't want to see the truth
that The Dumper is hardcore uncouth
Do you recall what was revealed?
We learned he's a slippery eel
 

I started singing

 

Why, why, America why?
watching disaster unfolding that is world wide
And them good ole boys are drinking whiskey and rye,
singing "This is why my vote for the guy,

yes, this is why my vote for the guy"

 

Now we're all in last place
A generation lost in space
with no clue what we've lost

 

So Dump be nimble, Dump be quick
as a leader, he's quite a dick,
and Kool-Aid is his favorite drink

 

Oh, as I watched the election returns,
I saw the Dumper's who'd never learned
And now we're going to Hell,
'cause too many fell under his spell

 

And as the flames were burning bright,
and he lit the torch of his sacrificial rite
I saw The Dumper laughing with delight
There's not enough of us to mount a fight,
 

now I'm singing,

 

Why, why, America why?
Watching disaster unfolding that is world wide
And them good ole boys are drinking whiskey and rye
singing "This is why my vote for the guy,

yes, this is why my vote for the guy"

 

I see in our future we'll sing the blues,
more disaster on the cable news
My words of warning just brushed away

 

Until my lungs were raw I screamed
'Hey, hey, we are all getting reamed'
but his faithful turned away

 

And in the suburbs and rural streets,
my shouts of warning I did repeat
But they all fell on deaf ears,
they'd given in to their fears

 

and the two men Dump admires most
he and himself, who loves to boast
feebly try to say that we're not toast
Is he the anti-Christ? We're gonna roast,
 

once again I'm singing

 

Why, why, America why?
watching disaster unfolding that is world wide
And them good ole boys are drinking whiskey and rye,
singing "This is why my vote for the guy,

yes, this is why my vote for the guy"

 

Why, why, America why?
watching disaster unfolding that is world wide
And them good ole boys are drinking whiskey and rye,
singing "This is why my vote for the guy,
yes, this is why my vote for the guy"

 

 


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