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
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'..
Refrain:
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
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 woudn'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
dont know why this song was humming in my mind today...
and this particular image...
reminds me of the Roman Grandeur...
reminds of the gods...notably Zeus and Jupiter...
what is history today?
A joke?
Something that we are fed upon by brutal force...
Casinos resemble the past eras...
We are hypocrites...all ov us...
we sell our bodies behind shrines and such religious enclaves...
we steal and plunder...
we are the pious and the rightful at homes...
we drink and we sin when we are outside...
we complement our existence which is a gift by being in the presence of naked women...
who juggle their asses...
but then...is she a prostitute...
imagine the pain and anguish which is stamped in the eyes of a joker...
who dances...who laughts...concorts funny faces...so that we can laugh...
this is my dedication to that joker...
and that prostitute who makes life liveable and men less savage...
Someday i will walk by such walls...
i want to indulge in civilization...
i want to feel the plight of the earlier man...
i want to make my own spear and feel...
i want to pain on the cave walls...
let me be...
1 comment:
American Pie was and still is, one of my favorite songs.
I started reading your blog from the very beginning and your English composition has improved quite a bit.
This is as far as I have read today. The pictures that you have posted are magnificent and I especially liked the one in your post "vision" on Dec.28...I liked the blurry effect.
And in "the nothingness within..." the picture was blurry, clear and blurry again. I liked the other pictures as well.
Your writings were great as usual. I'll be very surprised if someone, who has the power to publish, doesn't approach you and, ask you to put these in a book.
You are destined to be a great writer of prose and someday I will tell my friends that I knew you when you were just a blogger...& I will tell them that you even left comments on my pages.
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