ROCKIES
IS HIGH
by Marc Auerbach
A long, long way
from here.I can still remember how
The mountains seemed to rise a mile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I would not shit my pants
And maybe I'd be happy for a while
But Huber Ledges made me quiver
With every inch I would shiver
Bad news for any misstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember
if I cried
When I clutched tight to that mountain side
But something touched me deep inside
The day I almost died
Soo..My, my, the
Rockies is high
Lake O'Hara is a place that nearly touches the sky
And good on ya for keepin' scotch nearby
Singing this will be the day that I die
this will be the day that I die
Is your footing
sure enough
And would you hike to God above
If the trail map tells you so
Do you believe that rocks won't fall
Along the way to Old Soul
Then you can teach me to cross this patch o' snow
Well I know the
ledges are so so thin
Cause I saw them from the other rim
Caron took off her shoes
And we saw her blisters and bruise
Ryan sleeps quiet
as a broncin' buck
With a lively step up the slopes he'd truck
but I knew that I was out of luck
The day I almost died
I started singin'
My, my, the Rockies
is high
Lake O'Hara is a place that nearly touches the sky
And good on ya for keepin' scotch nearby
Singing this will be the day that I die
this will be the day that I die
Now it's 10 years
we've each other known
And mass grows fast on our old bones
But that's not how it used to be
The Oderay they
say is quite serene
But a spot where bears had just been seen
Inner voices said lets not go and see
And while Joy worked
on turning brown
The three of them glissaded down
How they twisted and turned
Fress slurpies were well earned
While Chris did
headstands on the rocks
And leapt about this national park
We tossed snow balls as a lark
The day I almost died
We were singin'
My, my, the Rockies
is high
Lake O'Hara is a place that nearly touches the sky
And good on ya for keeping scotch nearby
Singing this will be the day that I die
this will be the day that I die
Helter Skelter
in the smallest shelter
The boys packed close didn't even swelter
Eighteen minus and falling fast
Frost was found
on the morning grass
The early risers pumped more stove gas
With the sleepy heads rising at long last
Now oatmeal has
a sweet perfume
With cinnamon it is quite a boon
For an omelet we would dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
Cause the eggs
were pink and congealed
And thus remained there tightly sealed
Before what god
would I have kneeled
The day I almost died
We started singing
My, my, the Rockies
is high
Lake O'Hara is a place that nearly touches the sky
And good on ya for keepin' scotch nearby
Singing this will be the day that I die
this will be the day that I die
There we stood
in a rain-soaked place
Tuna surprise all over my face We're cooking in one pot again.
The Whiskey Jacks were nimble, Jacks were quick
Jacks flashed by and ate every lick
Camp food is the way each day would end
As a tonic for
old age
Don stowed beer down where the rivers rage
No thirst it couldn't quell
Sore muscles cured as well
And as the flames
climbed high into the night
Our Coleman stove failed to light
I saw Sandy laughing with delight
the day I almost died
Lake Oesa is turquoise
blue
And Yukness sure has awesome views
But I just smiled and turned away
I wanted down to
the valley floor
Where I had just been hours before
But you said the only down was the other way
And in the valley
griz scat steamed
The rivers flowed in icy streams
But not a word was spoken
The bear-bells all were broken
And after three
days I was toast
A sometimes white and pale ghost
I caught the first plane to the coast
The day I almost died
They were singin'
My, my, the Rockies
is high
Lake O'Hara is a place that nearly touches the sky
And good on ya for keepin' scotch nearby
Singing this will be the day that I die
this will be the day that I die |
AMERICAN
PIE
by Don McLean
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.
Soo..Bye, bye miss
American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye?
Singing this will 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
Then you can teach me 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 that 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
And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye?
Singing this will be the day that I die
this will be the day that I die
Now for 10 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
In a voice that came from you and me
And while the King
was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
While Lennon read
the book of Marx
The quartet kept practice 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
And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye?
Singing this will be the day that I die
this will be the day that I die
Helter Skelter
in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with the 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 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
And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye?
Singing this will be the day that I die
this will be the day that I die
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 candle stick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend.
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 flames climbed
high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw satan laughing with delight
the day the music died.
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 Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
They were singin'
Bye, bye miss American
Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye?
Singing this will be the day that I die
this will be the day that I die |
