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 Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing, "This'll 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 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 Then I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup 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 levee But the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing, "This'll 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 And a voice that came from you and me
Oh and while the King was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book of Marx The Quartet 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 levee But the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing, "This'll be the day that I die" This will be the day that I die
Helter skelter in the 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 halftime 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 levee but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singing, "This'll 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 candlestick '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 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 drinking whiskey and rye And singing, "This'll 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 and rye Singing, "This'll be the day that I die" This will 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 drinking whiskey and rye Singing, "This'll be the day that I die
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Sylvan gave Avery and Timber two bracelets. Avery’s had a T on it, while Timber’s had an A.
“Merry Christmas you two”
"Aww, thanks. I've heard turniket I sent feeling so well, anything I can do to help?"
*I think you should do a grammar check* “There is this artificer over in the High-Lands who can make a cure for everything. Cerberus and I would go if we go, but we have a couple of issues with the queen.”
*if you want to no more about the High-Lands, roll a history check. If you want to take the mission, send me a pm*
Sylvan gave Avery and Timber two bracelets. Avery’s had a T on it, while Timber’s had an A.
“Merry Christmas you two”
"Aww, thanks. I've heard turniket I sent feeling so well, anything I can do to help?"
*I think you should do a grammar check* “There is this artificer over in the High-Lands who can make a cure for everything. Cerberus and I would go if we go, but we have a couple of issues with the queen.”
*if you want to no more about the High-Lands, roll a history check. If you want to take the mission, send me a pm*
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
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die"
This will be the day that I die
And do you have faith in God above?
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock 'n' roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Then I dig those rhythm and blues
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die"
This will be the day that I die
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
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
The Quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die"
This will be the day that I die
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
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing, "This'll be the day that I die"
This will be the day that I die
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
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing, "This'll be the day that I die"
This will be the day that I die
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
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die"
This will be the day that I die
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die
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"Yes, obvi." HE smiles, opening the gift
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Kinsley is chilling
And then there's the others...
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Someone has offered kinsley a lot of money to deny avery drinks (like 60,000 platinum basically)
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Done."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"Fuuuuu-" Avery groans
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
I little octopus pokes there head out and waves a tentecal at Avery
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Timber groans as well
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*sad, nobody is on*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"What? Listen man, 60,000 platinum is 60,000 platinum, and you can't have any because I have to deny them."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*I got an ai to write a song*
Sure, here's a song I came up with called "The Open Sea":
Verse 1:
I'm out here on the open sea
With the waves crashing all around me
The wind is in my sails, I'm free
Out here on the open sea
Chorus:
Oh the open sea, it calls to me
I'm just a sailor, wild and free
I'll ride the waves and chase the breeze
Out here on the open sea
Verse 2:
I've sailed these waters, far and wide
I've seen the sun rise on the other side
I've faced the storms and I've braved the tide
Out here on the open sea
(Chorus)
Oh the open sea, it calls to me
I'm just a sailor, wild and free
I'll ride the waves and chase the breeze
Out here on the open sea
Bridge:
I've got my ship, I've got my crew
We'll sail the seas and make it through
We'll find our fortune, that's our goal
Out here on the open sea
(Chorus)
Oh the open sea, it calls to me
I'm just a sailor, wild and free
I'll ride the waves and chase the breeze
Out here on the open sea
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Cool. You mind if Cerberus plays this?*
MY INFO
Sylvan gave Avery and Timber two bracelets. Avery’s had a T on it, while Timber’s had an A.
MY INFO
“Merry Christmas you two”
MY INFO
*Not at all, it's not mine technically*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Aww, thanks. I've heard turniket I sent feeling so well, anything I can do to help?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*I think you should do a grammar check*
“There is this artificer over in the High-Lands who can make a cure for everything. Cerberus and I would go if we go, but we have a couple of issues with the queen.”
*if you want to no more about the High-Lands, roll a history check. If you want to take the mission, send me a pm*
MY INFO
*I accept, can you send me the pm? On mobit
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*gn everyone, love y'all*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*GN!!!!!*
MY INFO