New Year 2010

New Year is any minute now, instantaneously all over the world.
Wishing you all the happiness and the peaceful days to come.

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Vow

The last of the one digit year.
We celebrated 2000 new year with huge festivities;
That was 9 years ago.
It seems like yesteryear.
With much worries, we swam across 2009.
2010 is known to be the year of greed.
The year of Tiger;
Full of energy to revitalize our soul.
I vowed to meditate more to be able to check mate on
my never ending greed and temptations;
in this United States of Optimism.

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2010 New Year Resolution

1. to be free from desire
2. to be satisfied
3. to be tranquil
4. to be diligent
5. to remember the teachings
6. to meditate
7. to practice wisdom
8. to avoid pointless talk

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Crushed

It spills.
Spill of Life.
Untimely.
Unfair.
Painful.
Yet ---
Let's face it,
with a smile.
I promise
to give
you
a hand.

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Sign of Life

I saw the light.
Dim then brighter.
I saw a seedling.
Pale then greener.
I saw the sky.
Cloudy then --- all of a sudden ---
All become much too clear.

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One More Time

My love,
hold our hands together;
walking through that maze
and counting the stars,
one more time.

My love,
show your gentle love;
smiling during a long drive in the rain
and tell me I am foolish,
one more time.

My love,
slow down the passing time;
hiding nothing else between us
and kiss me just as the very first time,
one more time.

Listen song here: http://vodpod.com/watch/1771923-fanvid-engsub-tree-bicycle-one-more-time

One More Time
by Tree Bicycle
translation:

Each day is very slow and hard
Because nomatter how hard I try to reveal my heart
You can't see it.
I am just resenting the time that's gone by
No matter how long it's been,
I am always sad ---

One more time
Even though it hurts
I should have loved a little more
I will laugh only for you
I will cry only for you
One more time
Like the hot sun of the sky
I'll love everything about you forever,
Only you.
One more time.

I miss the image of warmhearted you
standing beneath the umbrella
Though I wipe these tears again,
I am always sad.

One more time
Even though it hurts
I should have loved a little more.
I'll laugh only for you
I'll cry only for you
One more time
Like the stars that shine brightly in the night sky,
I'll love everything about you forever,
Only you.
One more time.

I promise that the tomorrow that we both share will find us ---
I promise that the happiness that we both share will find us ---
I'll always be by your side
One more time.
Even though it hurts
I should have loved a little more
I'll laugh only for you
I'll cry only for you
One more time.
Like the hot sun of the sky
I'll love everything about you forever
Only you.
One more time.

Oh, my love for you.
One more time.
Oh, my love for you.
One more time.

Tide

Following the moon;
Tide,
Up and wide
Embracing the flow.

Let me go
All the way to the brim,
where I can up swing and
reaching up the moon.
Just to hold
gently;
within my heart
and my soul.

To glow,
To show my way;
on the long lost days.

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Sentimental

Love;
Being simple and kind,
I am falling in love with you again.

Love;
Being tragic and blind,
I am tangling in the web again.

Love;

Being wise and sublime,
I am learning from the scratch again.

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In My Dream

In the land of far, far away
There were plentiful of wild green grasses;
There was a river;
There was a perfectly round orange sun,
rising and setting in the far east and west;
There were silver white cranes,
which sometimes flew over the roof of our home;
There were dark gray clouds and,
the exciting sound of the heavy rain rushing towards where you are;
There was a thin film of fog at the horizon, in the early mornings;
There were dews shining while hanging on the spider webs;
There were warm sun rays bouncing off the dancing lake;
There was a strong fragrant of a flower Jasmine;
There were kites fighting in the cheerful blue sky;
There was a never tiring hot sun;
as well as the patches of shades which protected us from the bright hot sun.
No matter how hot and tiring the day went by;
There always were a smell of freshly gushing in the cool nightly breeze;
and the music that entertain and sooth the blisters of life;
the time to escape from reality;
with the unknown singers and guitar players performing
to the unknown audiences.
In the still of the night;
In the still of memories;
In the still of my dreams.

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Great Buildings

Every building has a foundation. Without a strong foundation, they will fall accordingly to their innate properties. For a nation, a strong foundation is infrastructures, a good chunk of well to do middle class, education and health care. For a family, a strong foundation is the sacrifice of parenting. For a person, a strong foundation is being intelligent and honest.

The glamor of the building is the architectural design. A unique design that can cater the need of specific purpose is the root of the success. For a nation, a capable leader is the rightful architecture of the country. For a family, well laid out financial plan is a great architecture. For a person, a clear vision is the architect of life.

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Gone with the Wind

That is the book which was read so preciously in life. Reading only one page a day, there was an obsession that is afraid to reach the end so soon. While cherishing each page and looking forward to the next page, eventually, it has to reach an end sadly. Lately, there were cravings to read that book again but with this full life schedule, where to find the time?

The wishes for a peaceful, very respectful, woman has seemed to be gone with the wind. Sometimes, there exist a wish to have a seeing eye which can stretch beyond one life span just to feel satisfy and justified to certain wrong doings.

The only time to stretch free thoughts randomly have been gone with the wind for ever demanding progressive life measures. What else more would need to give into that wind to be gone --- It would be lovely to know the limits yet I treasure infinite values.

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Tired

Tired ---
My foot are stones.
Why only 24 hours??

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Our Star, Sun, and Moon

We all love you.

Especially for You

Send with Love

Unreachable

I felt the pain
Sharp as a razor;
why?
It is just the wind.

I have much to regain
From clouded mind;
My!
I am so unstable.

I have yarn for the name
That I wanted to call;
Small world?
It could be unreachable.

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Enchanted

If love in the past have never changed,
We cling onto the present one
that gives us the warm affection;
that gives us the courage to face the sorrow;
as well as the fullest moments of our passing time.

If love in the present has kept us alive,
We treasure the past one
that gives us a sense of who we are;
that gives us the reason to move on;
as well as the most cherish memories of our passed time.

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Unplayed Piano

Listen the song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wddOxemJWY

Lyrics:
Unplayed Piano
by Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan

Come and see me
Sing me to sleep
Come and free me
Or hold me if i need to weep
Or maybe it's not the season
Or maybe it's not the year
Or maybe there's no good reason
Why i'm locked up inside
Just cause they wanna hide me
The moon goes bright
The darker they make my night

Unplayed pianos
Are often by a window
In a room where nobody loved goes
She sits alone with her silent song
Somebody bring her home

Unplayed piano (unplayed piano)
Still holds a tune (still holds a tune)
Lock on the lid (years, years pass by)
In a stale, stale room (in the changing of the moon)
Maybe it's not that easy (too many windows)
Or maybe it's not that hard (in a stale, stale room)
Maybe they could release me (stale, stale room)
Let the people decide
I've got nothing to hide
I've done nothing wrong
So why've i been here so long?

Unplayed pianos
Are often by a window
In a room where nobody loved goes
She sits alone with her silent song
Somebody bring her home

Unplayed piano (bring her home)
Still holds a tune(bring her home)
Years pass by
In the changing of the moon

Black Eye

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Unintentionally;
He said ---
punching into my right eye;
I saw the light
Oh, so bright and painful
I did not know
I was standing on his way.

Accidentally;
He said---
hacking all my emails;
I saw the viruses
Oh, so slimy and sleazy
I did not know
I was blocking his way.

Nothing personal;
He said---
checking all my personals;
I saw the prints
Oh, so clumsy and bold
Now I know
How to crawl under his skin.

---- with lots of smile
Although I've got a black eye.

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Supporting Her Courage

Being Strongly Opinionated

I tried to stay astray, free, and at times, trying to forget my worries for others.
In a way, I was being selfish while envying those
who have courage to stand up and fight for the weak ones.
Seems like the power cannot buy all things at the end.
Lowly plots and uneducated planning seems
undermining the intelligence of those living around.
It surprises me with a big question that
"Is that all those highly educated and rich minds with free time can come up with?"
If that is all they can come up with--- the event is just too shameful,
considering that this event will be left in the history as a black mark forever,
with their names attached.
With all the money that they can buy, if this plan is the best they have to play the charade,
what a mount of load of wasted money invested on those dull, unusable, and silly brains.
What a shame?
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For Freedom

Wishing More Than Ever

For her freedom
For the justice;
For the happiness of people of respect.
Please, please, oh --- please;
Wishing for her freedom,
More than ever.
Haven't we pray enough?
Please let this nightmare be over.
For the goodness and Liberty;
For her
as well as
For you and me.

Why oh Why?

It is indescribable.
Why oh Why?
Everything has to come down
to this end.
Disgraceful,
Dishonest,
Shameful,
and
Sad
in a way ---
It even makes me feel little.
How can one
feel great
out of this lowly mess?
I just cannot guess why;
Why oh Why?.
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Time

We tend to forget
the passing time.

Sometimes
I have to bring myself to a very small world;
so that I can feel significant,
so that I can remember who I wanted to be,
so that I can keep tracks of what I wanted to be,
so that I can imagine life is not all that
and there are more
beyond that.

There also are times that
I have to bring myself to a very big world;
so that I can feel insignificant,
so that I can forgive the bad decisions,
so that I can remember those innocent days,
so that I can let go of the things
that doesn't really matter
at the end.

If time is our fourth dimension,
it helps to shape us and also let us to escape from
the reality once in a while.

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For the Land of Love

I dream
Dreamt of the land
far far away;
occasionally,
on those nights
with the moonlight
shining across the clear sky.
I looked up;
and wish for the fallen stars.
And
I still dream;
Dreamt of the land
to be free.

Listen Song here:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xn7rjlOxfc

Lyrics:
Isle of Inisfree
by Celtic Woman

I've met some folks
Who say that I'm a dreamer
And I've no doubt
There's truth in what they say
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away
And precious things
Are dreams unto an exile
They take him o'er The land across the sea
Especially when it happens he's an exile
From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree
And when the moonlight Peeps across the rooftops
Of this great cityWondrous though it be
I scarcly feel its wonder or laughter
I'm once again back home in Inisfree
I wonder o'er green hills
Through dreamy valleys
And find a peace No other land would know
I hear the birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing
As they flowAnd then into a humble shack
I wander--My dear old home--And tenderly behold
The folks I love Around the turf fire gathered
On bended knee Their rosary is told
But dreams don't last
Though dreams are not forgotten
And soon I'm back To stern reality
But though they pave
The footways here with gold dust
I still would choose My Isle of Inisfree

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Freedom is Priceless

The wild places of Greece are full of wolves. They are always hungry, always on the move, traveling in packs, in search of prey among the boulders and stunted trees of the out lands.
One such wolf was born high up in the mountains of Crete. His mother fed him and took care of him until he was able to fend for himself. Then she let him go out into the wild, so that he could take his rightful place with the pack that hunted on the mountain. It was spring when the wolf cub left his mother's lair, which he'd shared with six brothers and sisters. The older wolves welcomed him with fierce baying that rang through the mountain. He quickly learned to hunt, to search for food with his nose, to stalk deer and goats, and to steal lambs from the snoozing shepherds and their huge, fluffy-coated dogs. When the hunt was successful, there was always a year feast, and the whole pack joined in. Then the mountains echoed with wolf songs from dusk till dawn.
But the spring turned into summer and summer into winter, and with the winter came freezing winds and snow that settled on the wolf's once glossy coat, turning it into a heavy burden of ice. There were no more goats to be stalked, nor deer, nor wild boar. The shepherds moved their flocks down into the valley for shelter. The smaller creatures that the pack had ignored in the warmer months now burrowed deep into the earth to sleep. Soon the earth froze under the wolf's paws so that he could barely run without slipping. One by one the elders of the pack died, and those that survived grew thin with hunger. The wolves' coats turned mangy and coarse.
On the rare occasions when a little food was to be had, there was no feasting, no celebration. The wolves quarreled among themselves, the strong pushing the weak away in a selfish bid to get more meat. The young wolf started hiding in a cave, where he would sit for hours on end, wondering if the spring, the sun, and the good times would ever return.
Then late one evening he heard human voices carried by the wind. There were sounds of horses neighing, bells ringing, and musical instruments being played. The wolf peeped out of the cave and saw a band of pilgrims returning home after offering sacrifices to the old mountain gods. Some _ the rich ones _ rode horses and wore expensive furs wrapped around their shoulders. Servants in plainer clothes rode along behind them on donkeys. There were children on foot, too, each one carrying a heavy basket or a chest strapped to their backs. Dogs_not the huge, fluffy kind that watched over the lambs in the summer, but smaller ones with dark coats _ wove their way through people's legs, barking and yelping. Bringing up the rear were the slaves, their carts laden with enormous pots and cages of fat chickens.
The sight of those chickens drew the wolf toward the band of pilgrims as helplessly as a twig is drawn by a river's current. He slunk out of the cave and followed them, saliva dribbling from his mouth. But he didn't get too close. He knew that a lone wolf had to find the right time to pounce_perhaps at night, if the moon slipped behind thick clouds, or early in the morning, when the mist wrapped itself like a shroud around the mountain.
The next minute on older man with a walking stick announced, "We'll rest here for the night," and the travelers stopped. People got off their horses, the older ones helped by their servants. Grooms unsaddled the donkeys and led them to a stream where they could drink. A group of women lit a fire, placed pots upon it, and brought food out of the hampers to cook over the flames. The smell of cooking filled the air, and the young wolf could not help himself. He edged closer and closer to the camp, his tummy rumbling with acute hunger.
Eventually someone spotted him. "Look out, a wolf!" People leaped to their feet in alarm. The old man with the walking stick started trembling uncontrollably. A cook screamed, and the servants reached for axes and clubs. The wolf, knowing that he was weak from cold and lack of food, quickly melted back into the shadows.
"Not much of a life, is it_skulking in the darkness, trembling at the sight of clubs and axes?" It was one of the dark-coated dogs speaking. He was returning from the nearby stream.
"Times are hard, brother. You do everything you can to survive," the wolf said grimly.
The dog sat on a rock, looking around him with disdain. "Just look at this place," he said. "Bare rocks, the wind howling around your ears all the time, and nothing to keep out the cold. I don't know how you survive. In my master's house we sleep in baskets lined with velvet, right next to a warm fire. And we never go hungry. Meals come piping not, in pretty dishes. Why don't you come with us and live in a palace?"
"I admit, it does sound tempting," said the wolf. "But I am not a dog. I would get thrown out."
"You could pass for a dog," said his friend. "There are many of us in my master's house. Trust me, you will be safe."
The wolf imagined himself eating hot meals out of fancy dishes, snoozing contentedly by the fire, and playing with his new friends without a care i the world.
"I'll come," he said.
Early the next morning he set off with the pilgrims, walking close to his new friend. As the sun came up, he couldn't help noticing how glossy the dog's coat was and how brightly his eyes shone in the morning light. At the foot of the mountain they came to a plain, and in the distance they could see the walls of a city.
"Your new home," said the dog.
The wolf turned to bid the mountain farewell.
"Come on," said the dog. "You'll get left behind." He leaned forward to nudge the wolf on.
"What's that strange mark around your neck?"the wolf asked. "It seems as if the fur has been worn away."
"It's nothing," said the dog. "In my master's house all dogs are marked like this. It's where the leather collar chafes our necks."
"A collar?"
"The master ties us up sometimes, when he doesn't want us to roam around, or when he wants to take us to a particular place."
The wolf looked puzzled. "You mean, you let someone chain you up?"
"You get used to it after a while," said the dog.
The wolf turned and looked at the mountain again. "The wild is a harsh place," he said. "But there are no chains there, no collars, no one to stop me from roaming around of my own free will."
"Think of the comfort," the dog urged him. "All that good food. Isn't it worth a collar wound your neck?"
The wolf shook his head. "I'd rather starve as a free animal than feast in chains. Good-bye my friend."
And with that he turned and bounded back up the mountain toward his cave, his nights of hunger, his old hunting grounds, his cherished freedom.

_Aesop's Fables
"The Wolf and the Dog"
by Saviour Pirotta
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Padauk Revolution

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A Wonderful New Year!

Wishing for the freedom

and happiness;

Wealth and porsperity

to be filled in

the life of those: the love ones.

Have a Wonderful New Year!

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Love is

Loving is greater than love itself.
Sunshine brings happiness with love.
Rain shows the romance in loving eyes,
and snow falls with such a tenderness
when love one is there for you.
Always ---and forever.
Just for you and me.

Listen song here:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5cCmR7oKlM&feature=related
Lyrics Translation:
Pinkie Finger
by Sori and Lee Jun Ki

hey yay yay yay You're my girl yay yay yay Sori

What's wrong, tell me
Your face looks gloomy
By any chance, do you have
something to say to me
Even just by looking at you,
I know all the time.

I didn't get to prepare anything in your future
I didn't want to become a shadow on your face
This is my greed
Yes, I know, don't leave me girl
Don't let go of my hand. Love, girl.
I can't live without you, girl.

That it's not my heart --- that it's my love.
I know everything about you.
Why do you keep thinking like a fool?
You're my love
That's right, you are a real fool
You are my everything
Do you know how happy I am?
More than that, for the love that you gave me.
For always protecting me
I'm always grateful for you.

You always break my heart
and you touch my heart.
I don't know what to do Listen.

Even if it's with two shabby hands
that you hold me with, I'll be with you
I'm not expecting a lot, be by my side
And don't let go of me with those two hands
Forever, us together.

The time we have met is one thousand days
The time that's to come is a million days
Even my promise that I made to have you became a lie
Please don't go.
Longing for you, tears flow.
because of my lacking, my love is gone.
I became a burden to you.

That it's not my heart, --- that it's my love
I know everything about you
Why do you keep thinking like a fool?
You're my love.
That's right, you are a real fool.
You are my everything.
Do you know how happy I am?
More than that, for the love that you gave me
For always protecting me
I'm always grateful to you.
No matter what obstacles may come
Let's not let go of these two hands.
I won't change (forever)
Just like now (like now)
be by my side
You fool

I can't hold you or leave you
You breathe in my heart
I keep loosing confidence
This image of me is so pitiful
The hands that you are holding me with
More than that, for the love that you gave me
Is the reason that I breathe
Let's go to there, top of the world
For always protecting me
I'll bring you there, trust me girl
I'm always grateful to you

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Living La Vida Loca

I live in this world carelessly fearing sometimes of the end. But most of the time, it is forgotten in crafty ways. Sure, everyone loves their lives ---- rich or poor, innocent or guilty, brave or coward. What would we do if someone is tracking us of what we are up to day by day? It is sort of creepy. Everyone is a great king of their own kingdom. I remember the times that some people would judge us for the things that they have no clue. I wonder sometimes how would they come to know of how to run someone else's life. Understanding needs lots of investment of time, empathy and love. So, just let me live in this la vida loca as a guiltful king of my own kingdom. And, I'll be at peace even if I am not happy occasionally.

Listen here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6JZUq562BM&feature=PlayList&p=8A72F3DC45CC6F0A&index=6&playnext=6&playnext_from=PL

Lyrics:

Viva La Vida

by Coldplay

I used to rule the world

Seas would rise when I gave the word

Now in the morning I sleep alone

Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice

Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes

Listen as the crowd would sing

"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key

Next the walls were closed on me

And I discovered that my castles stand

Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

Once you go there was never

Never an honest word

And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind

Blew down the doors to let me in

Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait

For my head on a silver plate

Just a puppet on a lonely string

Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

A Possible Song Meaning:

by Tordle420

At one point in time I was a great king

I was so powerful/egotistical that

I could command anyone to do anything

Now ( present time )

I sleep alone because my kingdom has fallen

And I think about all that was once mine

I would conquer nations

and feel the fear in their leaders when battle neared

Once we had defeated them

Their people would sing "praise the king"

And be happy he is their new leader

I was the most powerful person

Then all the weight of my power began to collapse on me

Everything I told people was a lie

And my rule was a dictatorship disguised

Full of lies and cover up

All the people were looking to me

To guide them, protect them

And know what to do

For some reason

Once you become powerful you begin to lie

And the lies built up

and that happened to me

When they began to overthrow me

It was a revolution

Drums and riots in the streets

People hated me

People waited for my execution

I was used and corrupted, this comes with power

Who would ever want this, it is not what people think it is

For some reason I was not executed

Although I lied and was corrupt

That was when I ruled the world

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American Pie

Our share of American Pie, how is the outcome of prosperous confidence, --- we wonder, ponder upon and prepare to be stronger on whatever the future may be. Ever popular our celebrity president has been reassuring our American dreams. Just as our President has reassured, I believe that American dream is still there, in a very reachable distance, just that there are more and more immoral crooks, who have been populating the world, and the slice of the pie of an average Joe's have become smaller and smaller. Let's look into the the fact that our glass is still half full, and I love this half full glass because else where lots of glasses have been empty for a long time and some even have been shattered into pieces. So, what are we afraid of --- like a saying " the past is the history, the future is the mystery, enjoy each and every moment as a gift. That is why it is called the present."

Enjoy!

This is one of the great American songs from 1960s. Check the meaning and listen song here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPxLXz_O4EA&feature=related
Lyrics:
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 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."

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