I always thought it was about
Buddy Holly and the plane crash that took him and his talent out of the music world so early. Didn't you? In 1972, I was 7 years old. I remember belting out this chorus with my girl friends and honestly at that time I really did think I was singing about pie. As in, the kind you eat. None of the adults in any rooms corrected us. Did they know? The Vietnam War was still on. I remember images of it on my living room giant
Zenith Color Console. Very little about the war was explained to me, other than I knew my liberal democrat parents were against it. I think they were protecting us, but they shouldn't have. My brother was only 4. Why would they explain what seemed like merely a song that a bunch of pretty little Southern California 7 year old girls would sing out cheerfully at the top of their longs?
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"Altamont was the product of diabolical egotism,
hype, ineptitude, money manipulation, and,
at base, a fundamental lack of concern for humanity" |
Mom told me
Woodstock was disgusting. Dad said it seemed cool and was sorry he missed it. Neither of them told me about
Altamont. I have vague memories of discussion(s?) about "Livermoore." But I never gave it another thought. I was 7.
In my online bio I quote a another song from a similar time: "Teach your children well." I try to do that with mine. I thank God every time I can that I have two sons who actually love history, though sometimes they roll their eyes at me at some teachable moments.
For more on Altamont, go
here.
For more in-depth analysis on the song, visit this great website:
understandingamericanpie.com
AMERICAN PIE
by: DON MCLEAN
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
[Chorus]
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in 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?
Now 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'
[Chorus]
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 Lenin 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'
[Chorus]
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'
[Chorus]
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
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'
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus:Repeat x2
Lyric Source: Lyrics007.com
