“The Day Collusion Died”

The Democrats “Russian Collusion Delusion” theory got to “drive a Chevy down to the levy” to have a piece of good ol’ “American Pie” (humble pie, that is) courtesy of Don Caron and his “Parody Project“.    What a hoot!

LYRICS TO “THE DAY COLLUSION DIED” – From here.

Two long years ago the probe began and many thought that someday it would make them smile. And those who said it had no chance were scowled upon and seen askance so desperate was the hope to see a trial.

But February made them shiver as it came clear he’d not deliver. The news that they desired was not to be acquired. I know that many people cried when they read the news, it hurt their pride, so deeply in the pipe dream mired the day collusion died.

So bye, bye to the collusion lie, Russian Agents, Putin’s Puppet and a plot to deny. From each new event how the conjecture would fly. Can they let it go and just let it die? Let it go and just let it die.

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Starry, Starry Night

Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)
Don McLean

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

Don McLean – “Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)”

**Found here.

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