Ain’t dead yet. Sleep might be smart, though.

Random roadtrip flashbacks.  Sing along, loudly.

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.” 



(lyrics via)

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We’re really having an excellent weekend here.

No way.  Way.  The damn dog.  ATE MY FREE RANGE ORGANIC HAM.  Dick.  I don’t even really LIKE ham that much, but that was some damn good ham.  I made a point to bring it home in its little environmentally friendly biodegradable non-styrofoam container thing.  If only I’d PUT IT IN THE FRIDGE, as a thinking person might do.  Yeah, I bet you are thirsty, little buddy.  Dick.  I brought home the ham, you do the dishes, mkay?  I don’t want to hear that bullshit about not having opposable thumbs.  That’s horseshit.  Or bullshit.  Yeah, whatever I said.

I’ve been walking on these streets so long
I don’t know where they’re going to lead anymore
But I think I must have seen a ghost
I don’t know if it’s my illusions that keep me alive
I don’t know what I’ve seen
Was it all an illusion
All a mirage gone bad
I’m tired of evil
And all that it feeds
But I don’t know
I’ve been drifting on this wave so long
I don’t know if it’s already crashed on the shore
And I’ve been riding on this train so long
I can’t tell if it’s you or me who’s driving us into the ground
I don’t know if I’m sane
But there’s a ghost in my heart
Who’s trying to see in the dark
I’m tired of people who only want to be pleased
But I still want to please you
And I heard of that Japanese girl who jumped into the volcano
Was she trying to make it back
Back into the womb of the world
I’ve been drinking all these tears so long
All I’ve got left is the taste of salt in my mouth
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I’m going
To that volcano
I don’t want to fall in though
Just want to warm my bones
On that fire a while

HARK, WHO GOES THERE?

Okay, local person.  I SEE YOU.  I hope you are amused.  If you have malicious intent, say so.  If not, say so.  But it takes enough clicking around to find my cached twitter feed that still links here so you can spend HOURS going through archives, etc. that I’d think it’d be reasonable to LEAVE A COMMENT.  Or send me an email.  You’re creeping me out.  I don’t wanna go invite-only again, but I WILL.  THEN YOU SEE NOTHING.  Speak up, speak out. What the hell are you looking for?!?  There really isn’t a whole lot to see here.  You’re welcome to keep lurking, but it would be nice to know you’re not a real, live, stalkerish stalker.  Mkay?  Kthxbai.