
Refers to Rye, New York, neighboring town to New Rochelle, NY

Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group 'Cause the players tried to take the fieldĪnd as the flames climbed high into the nightīut the man there said the music wouldn't play While the sergeants played a marching tune With the jester on the sidelines in a cast The birds flew off with a fallout shelter When the jester sang for the king and queen Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and ryeĪnd singin' this'll be the day that I die Well, I know that you're in love with him And just like McLean and America’s innocence.Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dryĪnd them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and ryeĪnd can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Even though McLean admired three men most, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, it was clear that God had died in the ‘60s. Those hellish flames climbed high, while the church bells were all broken. Especially for those who squandered it on drugs, lost in their own headspace under a satanic spell.

Wasting time on drugs, the death of God, and McLean’s Catholicism. John Lennon was reading from the book of Marx, as The Beatles released songs invoking revolution and even referencing China’s Mao. Music was no exception to all the politicization.

The Helter Skelter murders happened during that sweltering summer, which if not expressly political was certainly ideological. Kennedy was assassinated and the courtroom was adjourned with no verdict, as Lee Harvey Oswald was killed prior to judicial proceedings. Everything gets political, The Beatles, Kennedy, and Helter Skelter.Įverything became more political in the 1960s.
