The Day the Cove Died–A Musical Tribute

Disclaimer: Don McLean is a shitty person. Via dyingscene.com

 

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A long long time ago
I can still remember how
Those milkshakes used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those drunkards dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while

But February made them wither
With every pizza they delivered
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step

I can’t remember if I cried
Or if I broke down outside McBride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the Cove died
So

Bye, bye mac and cheese fried
Drove up heavy and ready but I was denied
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

Did you just lose a glove?
And do you have faith in Cove above
That your coat will ever show?
Do you believe in rock and roll?
Can cheesy bread 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 him grindin’ on your limbs
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those egg rolls

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
Takin’ shots to Thunderstruck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the Cove died
I started singin’

Bye, bye mac and cheese fried
Drove up heavy and ready but I was denied
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 two days we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But, that’s not how it used to be

When Mr. Kohlman sang for the trustees
In a coat he borrowed from that Dean
And a voice that didn’t come from you and me

Oh and while ol’ Mark was looking down
The frat boys stole his thorny crown
The dining room was overturned
No student left un-spurned

And while Dcat read a book on Marx
Frisbee practiced in the quad
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the Cove died
We were singin’

Bye, bye mac and cheese fried
Drove up heavy and ready but I was denied
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

Helter skelter in an Old K swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast

It landed foul on the grass
The bros tried to smash all glass
With Andy on the sidelines left aghast

Now the springtime air was sweet perfume
While jukebox played a parting tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance

‘Cause the playas tried to take the field
The lords and ladies shots congealed
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the Cove died?
We started singin’

Bye, bye mac and cheese fried
Drove up heavy and ready but I was denied
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

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 singin’

Bye, bye mac and cheese fried
Drove up heavy and ready but I was denied
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

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away

I sat down on the alley floor
Where I smelled the wedges years before
But the raccoon there just scampered away

And in the streets the students 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
John Green, Josh Radnor, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the Cove died
And they were singing

Bye, bye mac and cheese fried
Drove up heavy and ready but I was denied
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

Bye, bye mac and cheese fried
Drove up heavy and ready but I was denied
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

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