Sunday, December 16, 2012

REVELATION ABOUT THE SONG AMERICAN PIE by Don McLean

In 2001 The Lord had spoke to me about using musicians as prophets since the church had thrown them all out and they were only allowed to say 'Good Things' instead. The Lord gave me several songs that had been big hits that were orchestrated by him. This is just one. Although I am not sure of all the meaning of this song, overall it certainly resonates with your spirit as a sign of doom and fits are time better than ever.



American Pie
(The American Prosperity Pie the “stock market”)
When Don McLean wrote this song he said it just kind of came to him. He did not work at it.

My impression of the true meaning of this end time prophecy.



This sounds like reflecting on the Prosperity of America as in past tense and the nations profiting from America.

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.

2007 Brought some of the coldest winters on record. (-54 Chicago)


But February made me shiver

With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

It could be that 2008 could and will be the crash of the volatile stock market.



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. (The American Prosperity dream is over crash of the stock market))
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry .( The oil supply is cut off to the USA and everything stops. )
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye

(Alternate fuels include distilled corn and potatoes)

Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."


Rebuke from God to trust him. It sounds like Jobs rebuke. Do you believe in Rock and Roll? is like “Is your heart in the things of the world?” Can you teach me to dance real slow “God is not of earthly origin”. His ways are higher than ours.

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,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?



I know your in love with him implies your hearts are tangled up with the world and all it’s glory
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.


Without Gas the simplest dreams that we know will be over.

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."


Russia will become friends with both the US and the England. The Jester is Russia. A coat borrowed from James Dean means both American money and a false Democratic philosophy (A voice that came from you and me). He is pretending to be Democratic. OBAMA is a known Marxist Also since James Dean is dead everyone thinks communism is dead so every one will trust Russia, but it’s about to be reborn.


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.

 Russia fools England and is forced to follow Russia.

The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,

True communism was the hidden agenda of OBAMA which is the New World Order.

The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark.

Christianity goes underground

The day the music died.

We were singing,
"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."



In a very hot summer bombs will drop on American soil. The powers that be will hide in the fallout shelters.



Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast. (NUKES)
It landed foul on the grass. (Foul means they miss most of their intended targets)
The players tried for a forward pass,

US fires NUKES back at Russia while Russia is disabled some how (in a cast)

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.




US scores a victory but it is short lived. They tried to celebrate but another attack came swiftly against the US.

Now the half-time 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 singing,
"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."


There we will be all together with the country destroyed. A generation lost in Cyberspace. No one with any coping skills, or the ability to survive.

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!

The US gets Nuked again. Jack flash sat on a bomb

Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.



This is the complete occupation of America by Russia. No one can do anything about it. Flames climbed high into the night is the burning of the American people and the buildings.
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 singing,
"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."



The American Dream is over forever.



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

Christianity is illegal 

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 is completely hidden all the bells are broken

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.

God washes his hands of the US after his judgments are complete.


And they were singing,
"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 singing,
"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." 


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