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[Mr.Mustard]

18
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a 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 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?

[Fly Boy]

19

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And 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 be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

[Mr.Mustard]

20
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,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

[Fly Boy]

21

*listening to these lyrics as I posted them  *

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.

[Mr.Mustard]

22
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 drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "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 levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die."
*Holy crap, that was almost the entire song...*

[Fly Boy]

23

*New song!* (Random Yelling of "Freebird!")

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

Zero.
*random song from earlier today pops into her head* "Now I'm freeee, free fallin'!"

[Egan]

2
I have no idea what song that is, so ill start singing something random.
A long a** time ago, in a town called kickapoo...

[Mr.Mustard]

3
For I must be traveling on, now,
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see...

[Alexei]

4
Free bird is epic

[Egan]

5
I think we will never break 309.

[Mr.Mustard]

7
I may be getting a job in exchange for advice...

[Egan]

9
You good at.
Maybe i should get a job as a DJ
LOL Dj Furry.

[Mr.Mustard]

10
I used to be a DJ... DJ Papa J, bringing you all the classics of yesteryear, the golden oldies and the olden moldies if you know what I mean! Stick around, I'll be coming at ya with the Rise at Five, and all that jive, only on Q103.6!

[Egan]

11
Maybe i should have rephased that.
I meant like a house producer, who Actually scratched at concerts, although that would be cool to be a radio dj and be "Dj Furry"