h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I do hope so

Enough of this self-pity stuff. Give me a bit, I'm sure something totally inane will swim around in the noggin soon.

Good!

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."

I love that song, a real classic.

Atleast once or twice a week, it plays on our lunch-hour radio. I have the cassette of Don Maclean's with that and it's nearly worn out. Perhaps, before it dies, you'd like a CD copy?

Aaaarrrgh!

Two summers in a row, for seven whole weeks, every day at twelve o'clock... American Pie on the PA, calling camp to lunch. I used to like this song, really I did...

oh, what a way to kill something that you really like. Our radios do that with every catchy new tune, ... play it until I am sick of it.

This one only surfaces enough to wax nostalgic.

Sub-note: I was very possibly conceived on the night that the whole song revolves around.

Aaaaaarrrgggghhhhh !!!! The bloody thing was slipped into a movie ... Leapy Lee

There's a boy, a little boy
Shootin' arrows in the blue
And he's aiming them at someone
But the question is at who.
Is it me or is it you -
It's hard to tell until you're hit
But you know it when they hit you
'Cause they hurt a little bit.

Here they come pouring out of the blue
Little arrows for me and for you
You're falling in love again
Falling in love again.

Little arrows in your clothing
Little arrows in your hair
When you're in love you'll find
Those little arrows everywhere
Little arrows that will hit you once
And hit you once again
Little arrows that hit everybody
Every now and then.

Oh
oh
oh
the pain.

Some folks run and others hide
But there ain't nothing they can do
And some folks put on armor
But the arrows go straight through.
So you can see there's no escape
So why not face it and admit
That you love those little arrows
When they hurt a little bit.

Here they come pouring out of the blue . . .

Did you have to revive that one? I'll have that in my head for ages now!

A couple of months ago, KFC had a "Dinner and a movie" special. So much chicken, fries, salads, etc. And they tossed in a packet of microwaveable and a DVD of any of 3 movies. One was "The Bachelor", .... We finally watched it today, and that bloody tune was tucked into it. And you KNOW how it will stick.