Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' 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
today, that jester won the nobel prize for literature. well deserved.
here are my thoughts on his work from a previous post a year ago.