TWO FOR TUESDAY {REDO}

Link: [Don McLean]

Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world. For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviously ferverent rants of rebellion. Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.

Link: [On YouTube]

American Pie
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
Them good ol’ 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
And I digged those rhythmy 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 ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
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 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’
Bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
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 fallin’ fast
It landed foul out on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marchin’ tune
We all got up to dance
Oh but we never got the chance
‘Cause the player tried to take the field
The marchin’ band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day
The music
Died

We started singin’
Bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
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 by nimble
Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
‘Cause fire is the devil’s only friend
Oh and as I watch 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 laughin’ with delight
The day
The music
Died

He was singin’
Bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good ol’ 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 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 Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day
The music
Died

And they were singin’
Bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good ol’ 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 singin’
Bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die


Link: [On YouTube]

Vincent
Don McLean
Starry starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summers day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

Starry starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of China blue
Colors changin’ hue
Mornin’ fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And with no hope was left in sight
On that starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you

Starry starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the stranger that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

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