The decade got off to a bad start.
It would get worse.
The anthem of our youth, the day the music died,
our better days forsooth, we might’a even cried.
On that fateful night, our troubles would set in,
and somehow it seemed, we’d never laugh again.
The tappin’ of our toes, could not dispel our woes,
Rock and Roll just froze, or so the story goes.
No more Chantilly lace, no more Peggy Sue,
Teardrops on her face, Donna’s feelin’ blue.
The wreckage of a dream, lay scattered in a field,
and Camelot did seem, like Paradise repealed.
A war without end, more soldiers to send,
The people wouldn’t bend, in streets they’d contend.
Sing a protest song, nuthin’ can go wrong,
Pass along a bong, to liberate Mekong.
Cities all aflame, no one takes the blame,
Our rights we proclaim, yours’ are not the same.
Martin, John and Bobby, a-lying in State
We wondered when we’d see, the end of the hate.
Quarters in the juke box, remind us of those days,
when we took some knocks, along life’s rocky ways.
Good times never stay, ask me how I know,
they simply melt away, like teardrops in the snow.
LDT Feb 3, ‘22
Don Mclean’s American Pie (A musical collage):
Meaning of American Pie by Don McLean (w/lyrics) – YouTube
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I knew part of the stuff in the song, but the video taught me more. Loved your take on the era, too. Made me think. Music did change, you’re right! at least in some genres. I listen to a lot of blues and jazz, and they weren’t much affected