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.
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
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
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