26. American Pie- Don Mclean
(Steve; Tony; Clint; Bruce; All)
"Happy birthday, Cap!"
Steve smiled slightly. "Thanks…"
"You seem bummed, what's up?"
"Nothing…This is really nice of you guys."
"Don't mention it," Clint said. "It's also 4th of July! So we're able to have food readily available!"
Steve looked away at the trees blowing slightly in the breeze. Tony huffed, then gained a magnificent idea. "Hey, Cap…you remember that song I made you listen to a while back? American Pie."
"Of course I do…I loved it so much I made you put it on my iPhone for me."
"Exactly! So you know the lyrics then, right?"
"Oh boy, not another of your 'let's cheer them up with a song' schemes, Tony…"
"But you like the song! Come on! Please, Steve!"
He looked at Bruce and Clint. "Sure, fine…"
"Yes! Clint, Brucie! Let's do this thing…"
He pulled out a stereo to plug his iPhone into. "Start us out, Steve!"
He sighed. "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 delivered. 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 levy, but the levy was dry. And them good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye and 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…ah, 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 dancing in the gym. You both kicked off your shoes, and I dig those rhythmic blues…I was a lonely teenage bronking buck with a pink carnation and a pick-up truck…but I knew I was out of luck the day the music died, I started singing: bye-bye Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry. Them good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye and 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 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 and a voice that came from you and me. And while the king was looking down the jester stole his lordy crown. The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned. And while Lenin read a book of Marx's, the court tech practiced in the park and we sang 'Dirges in the Dark' the day the music died…we were singing: bye-bye Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry. Them good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye and singing 'this'll be the day that I die…this'll be the day that I die'…"
"Helped a skelter in the summer swelter, the birds flew off their fall out shelter eight miles high and falling fast…They land a foul on the grass, the players tried for a forward pass with the jester on the sidelines in a cast…Now the half time air was sweet perfume, while the 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: bye-bye Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry. Them good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye and singing 'this'll be the day that I die…this'll be the day that I die'…"
"Oh, in 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 cause 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 right, I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died…He was singing: bye-bye Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry. Them good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye and singing '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. And not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken. And the three men I admire most: the Father, the 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 levy, but the levy was dry. Them good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye, singing 'this'll be the day that I die…this'll be the day that I die'…They were singing-"
"Bye-bye Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry. Them good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye and singing 'this'll be the day that I die…this'll be the day that I die'…"