ATF: General Motorin'

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Don McLean]

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: [Bruce Springsteen]

Pink Cadillac

Bruce Springsteen

Well now you may think I'm foolish

For the foolish things I do

You may wonder how come I love you

When you get on my nerves like you do

Well baby you know you bug me

There ain't no secret 'bout that

Well come on over here and hug me

Baby I'll spill the facts

Well honey it ain't your money

'Cause baby I got plenty of that

I love you for your pink Cadillac

Crushed velvet seats

Ridin’ in the back

Cruisin’ down the street

Wavin’ to the girls

Feelin’ out of sight

Spendin’ all my money

On a Saturday night

Honey I just wonder what you do there in back

Of your pink Cadillac

Pink Cadillac

Well now way back in the Bible

Temptations always come along

There's always somebody temptin’

Somebody into

Doin’ something they know is wrong

Well they tempt you man

With silver

And they tempt you sir

With gold

And they tempt you with the pleasures

That the flesh does surely hold

They say Eve tempted Adam with an apple

But man I ain't goin’ for that

I know it was her pink Cadillac

Crushed velvet seats

Ridin’ in the back

Cruisin’ down the street

Wavin’ to the girls

Feelin’ out of sight

Spendin’ all my money

On a Saturday night

Honey I just wonder what it feels like in the back

Of your pink Cadillac

Pink Cadillac

Now some folks say it's too big

And uses too much gas

Some folks say it's too old

And that it goes too fast

But my love is bigger than a Honda

Yeah it's bigger than a Subaru

Hey man there's only one thing

And one car that’ll do

Anyway we don't have to drive it

Honey we can park it out in back

And have a party in your pink Cadillac

Crushed velvet seats

Ridin’ in the back

Cruisin’ down the street

Wavin’ to the girls

Feelin’ out of sight

Spendin’ all my money

On a Saturday night

Honey I just wonder what you do there in back

Of your pink Cadillac

Pink Cadillac

Pink Cadillac

Pink Cadillac

Pink Cadillac

Pink Cadillac

Pink Cadillac

Pink Cadillac

Pink Cadillac

Pink Cadillac

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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