Miss American Pie

A long long time ago
(This is Star Wars, fairy tales, and every disney movie I've ever seen... So this means idealism... Larger than life characters... And celebrity voice-overs...)
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
(The music, I don't even know, was probably rock and roll... it's freedom... it's rebellion... and like every other rebellion it's eventual movement into the establishment)
And I knew if I had my chance
(The American Dream... everyone has a chance... and the fact that he is now on stage is.. I guess... some sort of retroactive confirmation)
That I could make those people dance
(Conspiracy... music is also a form of social control... 'make them dance to his tune'... 'let me write the music for a nation, and I care not who makes it's laws'...)
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
(A false sense of happiness that lulls the populace from rebellion like an opiate... Give music to the shattered and downtrodden so they can forget their sorrows... It doesn't actually say music, it says alcohol.. but it could have said music... or TV... or even religion for that matter according to K. Marx...)
But February made me shiver
(It's the coldest month of the winter next to January... even though the shortest day is back in December)
With every paper I'd deliver
(he was a paperboy?... I was a paperboy until delivery hours changed from after school to early morning... and yes, there is more to this story)
Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step
(First of all, a terrible rhyme.. on the 'doorstep', he can't even 'take a step'?... step, STEP... it doesn't really rhyme it just repeats... but whatever has happened... if my math is correct... happened in February)
I can't remember if I cried, When I read about his widowed bride
(Way better rhyme... and the line sells itself... there's nothing more powerful than death and love... and some dreadfully cold February back in history brought death... killed love... and America teetered for an instant...)
But something touched me deep inside, The day the music died
(Music, except for hard core and Miley Cyrus, is almost always a good thing... musical interest is almost the sole defininition of who you are according to facebook... And back on a certain day it died... America's identity is gone... Buddy Holly died February 2, 1959 in a plane crash just minutes after takeoff. It left his wife of 6 months a widow.. shortly after she miscarried her expecting child.. that same day another plane crashed near Boston killing another 65 people... It doesn't get more tragic than this for a nation... safety and identity all in one day...)
-Refrain-
So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
(Miss America and American Pie... Or as they're commonly known... eating disorders and pesticides... Are two ideals that have come to define a part of the nation... So does this mean, like, and such as... the Iraq?)
Drove my chevy to the levee But the levee was dry
(The chevrolet is an American icon... ergo America... And a levee is a stored up source that sustains life... so money... Clearly he's talking about his fears of deficit spending, rampant inflation, and the future of social security when it's his turn to dip...)
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
(The Dukes of Hazard were good ol' boys... they never meant no harm... always in trouble since the day they were born... just tried to get along in a corrupt system... and when they couldn't they fought it like two modern day Robin Hoods... This is not part of a story this is a statement of a way of life... Good old boys are from the South... they drink a lot... they defy a corrupt north trying to come down and impose their way of life... and they jump their car over gorges at least once an episode...)
Singin' this'll be the day that I die, This'll be the day that I die
(Probably referring to the constant state of fear in the US over the Cold War... you just never know when the world will go up in flames... So 'eat, drink, and be merry...')