Name the Song

Thorsen said:

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 woudn'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


(I know that is easy, but I love those lyrics so much I had to post.... also I couldn't guess most any of the other ones you all posted.)

This was all about Buddy Holly and when he got killed

I had to post this one, I love it

Towering waves
Will crash across your southern capes
Massive storms
Will reach your eastern shores
Fields of green

Never heard of her

nothing says charm like an armored car
taking the clone-farm 'tards to the arms bizarre,
we were the homemade marker makers born to pour the marsh ink
into right guard parts and march through the gauntlet of car alarms,

no harps, no delusions of losing with something prettier
than ash around the metacarpal still clutching the teddy bears,
we can run with scissors through the city fair
or situate the nuzzle with the subtle art of splitting hairs,

double park the shuttle, some will arc the funneled cutty sark
where budding narcs target the gushing heart in the muddy clarks,
these are the vices of the p-noid *******s who will chew whatever tablets blur the axioms fastest,
crews lose lunches by the hundreds, lose electricity, lose gas,
phone, plumbing, humming keep your mouth closed, keep your cows cloned, go, i am the pulse of this ^&*% town, homes, no.

my what a convenient embargo, at least i'll always know
which side of the gun i'm supposed to buy the farm from,
the too-far-gone kicks still in the box, fix still in the pill in his sock ,chilling, gill in the slop,
and a million watch gideon scribes, but once the arc honor ^*&^ and bribes,
the animals will divide and that's a win for the garish who keep charity in the parish
while profiting off the lack of a marriage amongst the classes.


Long lyrics, but too beautifully worded not to post them all. This is 1/3 of the song.....

BrightBlessings said:

Dwarf said:

Here you go. Not Doris Day, but Brenna Whitaker.

I did'nt know that this included covers

I know. But I couldn't find a Doris Day version.

DirtRider said:

Never heard of her

You mean to say that you haven't heard of Doris Day?

No Brenna lol

Thorsen said:

nothing says charm like an armored car
taking the clone-farm 'tards to the arms bizarre,
we were the homemade marker makers born to pour the marsh ink
into right guard parts and march through the gauntlet of car alarms,

Had no idea on this one either