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2003 18 July :: 12.15 am
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 drinking whiskey in Rye
Singing this will be the day that I die,
This will 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 and 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 dancing 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 that I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey in Rye
Singing this will be the day that I die,
This will be the day that I die
Now for ten years we've been on our own,
And moss grows fat on a Rolling 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
In a voice that came from you and me
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 on Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey in Rye
Singing this will be the day that I die,
This will be the day that I die
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fall out 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 The Sargeants 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
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey in Rye
Singing this will be the day that I die,
This will 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 candle stick
Because 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
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey in Rye
Singing this will be the day that I die,
This will 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 drinking whiskey in Rye
Singin' this will 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
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey in Rye
Singing this will be the day that I die...
American Pie//Don McLean
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..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 8 July :: 10.53 am
:: Mood: aggravated
:: Music: Try to Understand [Heart]
Try, try, try.
I smell broken promises...
Let's pray it's just a phase.
3 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 7 July :: 10.58 am
:: Mood: Happy Pappy
:: Music: Music Videos in the other room
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday dear Wooohhhuuu.
Happy birthday to you.
My little woohu is growing up. -tear-
Speaking of birthdays, mine is in 80 days. A wish list will be posted at a later date. Thank you in advance for your cooperation.
4 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 30 June :: 4.14 pm
:: Mood: Dandy.
:: Music: Magic Carpet Ride [Steppenwolf]
I like to dream. Yes yes.
Kathy Kline made an excessive amount of pasta salad. So, those of you who have pasta salad cravings, you just let me know...
...
90 miles outside Chicago
Can't stop driving
I don't know why...
So many questions
I need an answer
Two years later you're still on my mind
Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart?
Who holds the stars up in the sky?
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
Did the captain of the Titanic cry?
Someday we'll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't meant for you
Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
Or what the wind says when she cries?
I'm speeding by the place that I met you
For the 97th time tonight
Someday we'll know
Why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know
That I was the one for you
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow
I watched the stars crash in the sea
If I could ask God just one question
Why aren't you here with me... tonight?
Someday We'll Know//Mandy Moore and Jonathon Foreman.
That song makes me want to grin like nobody's business.
...So I will.
7 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 22 June :: 12.09 am
:: Mood: accomplished
:: Music: That song where they paved paradise to put up a parking lot
You said she's Hispanic.
I am Jack's white skin. Not Hispanic, although it's a common mistake, I‘m sure. But all is forgiven. No guilt; just smile.
Today was given to the Hovinghs'. If you were to put them on an island without food, I wonder who would be voted off first? Or eaten.
^ Proof that Damned reality television is infiltrating society. For this, I am saddened.
For those who are logical: Who is Theresa's favorite Hovingh child? One guess.
It's not the woman who has more than her share of testosterone. Nor the swear happy Hovingh; who lives in Dullville. It's not the Mudlover. It's not the creative soul who thought of such a resourceful use of space in that spare room in the tree house. -cough- He isn't easily seduced by kitties... (Lindsey! Go in from left, I'll go right. Me-ow!)
One guess. If you get it, I’ll turn into a kitty and seduce you. If you don’t, Lindsey will.
No guilt; just smile. :-)
2 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 13 June :: 11.22 pm
:: Mood: hungry
:: Music: Comedy Central...
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
::Hiccup::
I'm not fond of hiccups.
What is it about summer that makes you want to sleep at the end of your bed? Whatever it is, it's good. I -heart- summer, among other things...
::Hiccup::
Extra. Yah. Extra.
::Hiccup::
We won't stop till we get underpants; We are the underpants gnomes!
::Hiccup::
::Kiss::
2 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 29 May :: 11.02 pm
:: Mood: peaceful
:: Music: Carry On My Wayward Sun [Kansas]
"This is a terrible inconvience." - Zachory Berta
I'm proud of my brother.
After school, he was grumpy; couldn't find his black dress shirt.
"Dammit." He said.
The problem was solved when he found a white one.
He left around four. I left at six thirty.
The arena was not as warm as I thought it would be.
We waited patiently with an enduring plastic grin painted on our faces and humming the tune of 'Pomp and Circumstance' to ourselves.
Hurried tapping toes and non-exsisting silence for ages...
..."Kurtis Michael Kline."
Graduated. With that perfect smile of his on his face.
In my heart he'll always be... forever young.
5 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 28 May :: 8.29 am
:: Mood: happy
I love you, like water.
David smells good today.
XD
Let it be known.
4 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 26 May :: 7.12 pm
:: Mood: Preditory..lol
:: Music: Get Over It [Ok-Go]
When you were young and your heart was an open book, you used to say 'Live and let live.' But if this ever-changing world in which we live in makes you give in and cry; Live and let die.
BOOM!
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I smell of treehouse and fire... Only a Hovingh could get me into this mess.
...Got those nice copper pipes.
4 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 23 May :: 6.19 pm
:: Mood: ..Like a bitch does when she is bitchy.
Ah.. to speak of sorries.
The few people I was sure I couldn't betray, I did.
I'm sorry.
I guess I didn't know.
6 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 19 May :: 4.33 pm
:: Mood: Charmed..
:: Music: Playground Love [Air]
You're the piece of gold that flashes on my soul...
Last night while working on my bottle rocket project for science, I had a encounter with Kathy Kline. Yes, the auctual Kathy Kline. I am truly blessed...
Mom: I don't think it's very appropriate for students your age to be constructing rockets. It's dangerous!
Me: You just don't want to take me to the hardware store...
Mom: Have you been in that place?!?!
She has charm, on occasion...
2 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 12 May :: 5.03 pm
:: Mood: amused
:: Music: Champange Supernova [Oasis]
Constructionpaperified.
.Ode. .to. .Roxanne.
Roxanne
By: Sting (or The Police, whomever...)
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
I loved you since I knew you
I wouldn't talk down to you
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won't share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up
So put away your make up
Told you once I won't tell you again
It's a bad way
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Turns out my baby was named after a hooker? ...Odd.
Oh, yeah. I love you.
4 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 10 May :: 10.04 am
:: Music: Thunderstruck [ACDC]
I'm not a mistake, just sissorless.
Attempt number 1: Failed
Attempt number 2: Failed
Attempt number 3: Failed
Attempt number 4: Failed
Attempt number 5: Failed
Attempt number 6: Success!
...Maybe I'm not meant to wrap gifts.
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 2 May :: 9.52 pm
:: Mood: Lovely..
:: Music: The Weather [Built To Spill]
"You would go through life licking things and instructing your eye-dog to find the plaque with the brail inscripted on it because you lost your sense of sight and hearing."
Mister
Hello Mister
You know you've been dancing in my head
You tip-toe you're way through
Burying yourself, but not by accident
Making it seem easy
All the while, I'm screaming
And gasping for air
You grin
You're too beautiful for words
You know why
There isn't a chance in the world
For this to unravel with my heart intact
So go ahead and take it
And break it if you need to
I'll grin
This is too beautiful for words
I know why
You're too harmless, Mister
I'd never blame you
As long as you tip-toe as quiet
And still dance as deep
(c)Theresa Marie Kline
^Let me know what you think.^
Special hello to: Arie. For keeping me company when I looked all lonely. Heather. For walking with me when David walked too fast. Katie. For helping me figure out the lyrics to 'Don't Dream It's Over'. Sarah. For helping decide what to do with that last line.
I <3 You.
7 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 1 May :: 4.06 pm
:: Mood: lonely
:: Music: Like A Stone [Audioslave]
Oh, these cobbwebs...
"Clean up your mess before you start on another one."
-Kathy Kline
I think I am secretly screwing up everyones life.... not sure, though.
Oh well, at least it's raining.
5 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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