Sunday, March 22, 2009

Dam that Dave McGowan and Laurel Canyon!!!

Dave McGowan talked about this song- American Pie, in his latest Laurel Canyon piece.
And yes, I have heard it so often and yet.....
I never realized till I took a look at these lyrics today,
I mean really took a good look.
I had always thought this song was about the death of Buddy Holly.
But is really about alot more
The death of era, of a culture, of people, of musical styles.
And yes, the reference to Mick Jagger and the murder? ritual killing? at the Altamont concert is clearly there.
Oh and btw, I love that documentary, Gimme Shelter, clip. I have seen the documentary a number of times, it ends with Mick Jagger having the weirdest look on his face. ??????

Here are the lyrics, how do you read them?
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,
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.

10 comments:

  1. I always thought this song was about the Kennedy assasination. I have wondered who was the jester that sang for the king & queeen.

    Was it Mick Jaggar ? His song sympathy for the devil seems to make fun of it all.

    Many people have known about the NWO. I used to get silver coins every year from my grandparents. They both knew and explained how the money was just paper and worthless. I was too young to appreciate it.

    My friends father told me about it when I was growing up. He was into natural foods and knew money was fake.

    This is the age of aquarius.

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  2. One of my all time favourites and a truly sad song.

    I feel it speaks to the loss of innocence, the revelation that things are not what they seem, that beliefs are nothing but illusions.

    Doug, yes it always brought to mind the Kennedy assassination to me too. I think he was the last president the US had. It was the end of an era, the end of childhood and the end of idealism.

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  3. I thought and thought about this song all night and this morning and i have been searching stuff, and why?
    why? why?

    I will get a post together on what I have figured out about it, and what a complex song it was and really how strange it was that the writer of the song, didn't have much to say, before or after this song.

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  4. Yeah, that was definitely spooky, viewing it in the light of Altamont etc. It'd never occurred to me either. And I'm down with Doug. Who was the jester?

    Actually this song now generates a ton of questions. Hmm... a search is in order I think..

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  5. Interesting Interesting. I went to wikipedia which doesn't have much to say, but it does have links to sites that go through it all line by line. The jester is most likely Bob Dylan. Otherwise it seems that parts of it could well be about the JFK thing. Thinking about it, a trip from the late fifties through to the late sixties could hardly leave it out. But sure enough, almost every line is up for dual interpretation. And Don McLean has famously refused to clear anything up. Bloody poets! How dare they write things without footnotes!

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  6. Gee I just had a thought, hey stranger things have happened. But the thought was hey maybe it's just a song.
    Even Freud once said that sometimes a cigar is just a smoke.

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  7. and maybe it is silv, maybe it is.

    but it is quite a song, covering a time of upheaval in America.

    It even has a Laurel Canyon feel to it, but then maybe it is just a song.

    but what the hell, I spent a shit load of time intepreting it.

    enjoy it, I put musical links in and everything!

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  8. I read your interpretation along with all the comments here. Very interesting!

    Sorry it's been so long since I've been around, I've been rather busy lately and am way behind in reading that which is on my reading list! Forgiveness please :)

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  9. skye no apologies are necessary.
    Come as you may, or as you are.
    I appreciate your participation no matter what.

    So tell me what you think but leave it in the other post.
    Did you enjoy all the links to the songs?

    I just needed a change, a break so something different was in order

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  10. A cigar is just a smoke? Tell that to Bill Clinton!

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