The sixties was a turbulent time with many attacks on America’s youth from within. Drugs, sex and rock and roll were the weapons. Saul Alinsky’s rules for radicals were an easy push to youthful heads that were rocking higher than a kite. The same heads that relentlessly pushed and pushed and made their way to govern in powerful seats, little by little taking over DC, Hollywood and beyond with a powerful weapon that would be used to touch deep into the soul and mind – psychedelic drugs with a promise of a commune utopia, full of peace, love, flower power (whatever that is?) and doing your own thing, accompanied by MUSIC.
Many warned of the blindness of glittering stars of “fame, fortune and stardom” in the eyes of hopefuls easily led down the yellow brick road. From the Clintons to the Fonda’s and those that can’t be seen. America was hit hard by those who sold their soul to the devil for a buck. Rewarded by the “Ism” mind controllers who willingly and joyously did the devil’s bidding from within. Dark advisories all in mutual agreement and in lockstep by design.
You ask, what “ism”? I answer, Social“ism”, Commun“ism”, Lenin“ism”. Marx“ism”… and yet, even in the sixties there were many who resisted the urge to follow. They watched as they refrained, many dabbled a little (as dabblers do) but when left with the decision they chose not to “ism”. They chose to cling to their guns and their religion and to raise a family with morals, values and a strong work ethic. They grew up with the American pie and they value it!
Then there were many who clung to anti-guns and “ISM’s”. Today they are dangerous people doing dangerous things.
Once in motion the attack on America from within gained momentum so great and has never stopped. It has shape shifted into different forms, but it is alive and well and devouring our young as boldly as it devoured in the sixties. It has never stopped rearing its mind control head, it has only morphed into a cyber weapon so great…all humanity is at risk. The “Thousand Points of Light” is a monster that needs to be taken down.
Music Artist Don McClean had a deep insight of what was taking place. Sadly most of America was under the spell of rock and roll and the magic blue pill of the sixties. His song American Pie was a hit and is still a treasure to this day. It remains to be one of the songs that have meaning. Another top music artist, Roberta Flack, wrote about the effect and meaning it had on her. It won a Grammy Award in 1973. The title, “Killing Me Softly With His Song”, was written about Don McClean’s American Pie.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qw380nL67nE
When asked about American Pie, Don McClean said, “It was a story about America”. When asked about the symbols used, he said, “The fact that people were drawn into the song as a result of the symbols I chose to use was the reason I chose to use those symbols in the first place.”
Knowing what we know now…what do you believe Don McClean was revealing in this song? What does it now mean to you? Read the lyrics again, now with the red pill…
American Pie
A 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
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”
Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock and 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 dancin’ in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, 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 singin’ 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”
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own, and moss grows fat on a rollin’ 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 on Marx
A quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin’ 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
This’ll be the day that I die”
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 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 singin’ 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
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
I started singin’ it
singin’ 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”
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 singin’ 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 singin’ 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”
Stand strong America…we have been given a President who knows and understands the toxic “ism’s” that don’t belong inside the American Pie and all those who baked it up. The song is about to have a new version…one that is a victory for “the three men I admire most, The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost”, the day the “ism’s” died.
Dianne
Killing Me Softly With His Song – Lyrics
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn’t there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Ohhhh ohhhh ohhhh
Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
La la la, la la la
Ohh ohh ohh, ohh ohh ohh
La ahh ahhhhhh haaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Ha ahh ahh, ahh ahh ahh ahh
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me (softly)
He was strumming my pain
Yeah, he was singing my life
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song
