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This'll Be the Day That I Die, Prologue

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Posted to the RoswellSlash mailing list March 9, 2001

This carries the information and the full text of "American Pie" by Don MacLean. So, should you want to read the story check out part 2.

Author: Aunty Mib
Title: This'll be the Day that I Die
Fandom: Roswell.
Pairing: Alex/Kyle
Betas: Brandi
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: What did Kyle and Alex talk about while they were trapped in the cave? I'm bad enough at setting to begin with but they are trapped in a cave for the entirety of the story.
Spoilers: How the Other Half Lives
Archive: yes to Rareslash and RoswellSlash. Others please ask first.
Email: aunty_mib@lycos.com
Warnings: They are both 17 years. That is underage in several countries.



American Pie

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...

(Chorus)

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
Singing "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?
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 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 'n' blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew that I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing...

(Chorus)

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
Singing "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 the Rolling Stones
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...

(Chorus)

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
Singing "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 to the 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 halftime air was sweet perfume
While 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

(Chorus)

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
Singing "This'll be the day that I die,
This'll be the day that I die."

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.
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)

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
Singing "This'll be the day that I die,
This'll be the day that I die."

(Coda)

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 singing...

(End Chorus)

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
Singing "This'll be the day that I die,
This'll be the day that I die."
This'll be the day that I die."

        Don McLean

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