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 ev'ry 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*, and good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singing |: this will 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 '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 dancing in the gym, you both kicked off your shoes, man, I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage bronking buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck but I knew I was out of luck the day the music died -- I started singing: 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 in 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 on Marx the quartet practiced in the park and we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died -- we were singing: Chorus Helter skelter in a summer swelter the birds*** flew off with a fallout shelter eight miles high*** and falling fast Landing foul on the grass*** The players tried for a forward pass with the Jester on the sideline in a cast Now the half-time air was sweet perfumed while sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance but we never got the chance 'cause when the players tried to take the field the marching band refused to yield. Do you recall what was reveiled the day the music died? -- We started singing: Chorus And then 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 candle stick '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 singing: 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 the 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 (bis)
*Die "Levee" war die Amüsiermeile von Chicago; während der Prohibitionszeit war sie "trocken".
**Manche wollen hier auch "Lenin" verstehen - z.B. die Texter der deutschen Fassung -; aber das macht, wie ich finde, weniger Sinn, denn Lenin lebte ja nicht zur Zeit der Beatles, kann also kein Buch über Marx gelesen haben, während die im Park übten.
***Wohl eine Anspielung auf "The Byrds", die mal einen Hit mit dem Titel "Eight miles high" hatten;
mit "grass" wäre dann nicht der Fußball-Rasen gemeint, sondern das Hasch, das sie konsumierten.