Whitmore was actually a porcelain figurine powered by an old phonograph, so when the power went out and the music died, Mr. I can’t remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride Something touched me deep inside The day the music died So Whitmore would lock his jaws on McLean’s ankles and refuse to let go, not letting him take another step. Whitmore, all the scraps of paper containing the news of the day.
It was dreadful work, and he dreamed of throwing coins at their feet and making them dance, even if for a moment.īut February made me shiver With every paper I’d deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn’t take one more stepĭuring his tenure at Brockman’s and Barnebee’s Shoe Factory, McLean would have to bring the owner, a Mr. McLean begins by referencing the first job he had as a child: an overseer in an old London shoe factory. Join me on this ride into music history.Ī 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
#Eight miles high and falling fast code#
Well, for the first time ever, I have unlocked the code of this immortal tune. But what of the deeper meaning? For years, music historians have poured over the lyrics in a futile attempt to discover just what Mr. Its two dozen verses blend American history and mythology, and its chorus can be heard from every highway diner radio from New York to San Francisco. Had a weird one last night too about swimming (I get these a lot, partly because I can't swim well and am afraid) in this river and there were boats and like little cabins on the side of the river but we (me, Alex, (who tried to dye her hair blonder but it ended up with a green tinge, which her mum agreed looked green) Becky (who had dyed her hair bright bright blonde) and Georgey (who was helping me because I was struggling in the water)) but a lot happened and it ended up as a very very odd dream involving houses and boats haha.“American Pie” by Don McLean is widely considered to be one of the greatest songs ever written. Also somewhere in there I had this friend that was arguing with her bf and they kept coming to me for help and I didnt know what to do. Because I was so happy about the panda in the garden I said yes, and me and Ben were talking again. So I tried to take photos of the panda to upload to facebook/twitter and then mum asked if me and ben wanted to go to guildford with mum and dad because they weren't talking to my sister. It was spinning in circles and dancing and stuff, then just chilling.
So I went round to the shed which was empty except for like hay and sawdust in the corners making like beds? Came out and there was a panda in the garden. At this point I was sat in the garden and a paw came behind me and put a toy panda behind my back. So I didnt talk to him for days, and he text me a few days later asking me to come over. Had one the other night about a job interview at a hotel, but Ben came with me cos I was nervous and they interviewed him, before me, and he got the job on the spot so they didnt even interview me. Been having some pretty crazy dreams lately.
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