Don Mclean - American Pie (1971) by Don Mclean (보컬) on maniadb.com

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

So

*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

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

Well I know that you're in love with him
Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncing buck
with a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died

I started singing

* Repeat

Now for ten 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
and 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

And while Lennon read a book of Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died

We were singing

* Repeat

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast

It landed foul out 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 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

* Repeat

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
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the Devil's only friend

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

* Repeat

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

And they were singing

* Repeat

They were singing
Bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were
drinking whiskey and rye
singing this'll be the day that I die

1.Verse
What can this be - can you tell me
Would you like to discover
Why we're not free - to be lovers
I've been wanting to ask you

1.Chorus
Where has all the love gone
And what have we become
Storm clouds full of thunder
Move silent as they drum

2.Verse
And when they're gone, we'll be fine - till tomorrow
Oh I hope it won't rain
You will be mine - and my sorrow
Will take wings in the morning

2.Chorus
High above the heavens
A rainbow paints the sky
White doves sing their songs of love
I watch them as they fly - and wonder

3.Verse
What can this be - can you tell me
Would you like to discover
Why we're not free - to be lovers...

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
And 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've 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.
The 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.

I've got nothing on my mind: Nothing to remember,
Nothing to forget. And I've got nothing to regret,
But I'm all tied up on the inside,
No one knows quite what I've got;
And I know that on the outside
What I used to be, I'm not anymore.

You know I've heard about people like me,
But I never made the connection.
They walk one road to set them free
And find they've gone the wrong direction.

But there's no need for turning back
`Cause all roads lead to where I stand.
And I believe I'll walk them all
No matter what I may have planned.

Can you remember who I was? Can you still feel it?
Can you find my pain? Can you heal it?
Then lay your hands upon me now
And cast this darkness from my soul.
You alone can light my way.
You alone can make me whole once again.

We've walked both sides of every street
Through all kinds of windy weather.
But that was never our defeat
As long as we could walk together.

So there's no need for turning back
`Cause all roads lead to where we stand.
And I believe we'll walk them all
No matter what we may have planned.

No-one can take your place with me,
And time has proven that I'm right.
There's no place I'd rather be,
Than at your place for the night.

No time can pass your sight unseen.
No moment steals away unfound.
Lifetime lived in such a dream,
Floats like a feather to the ground.

*And for the first time I've been seeing
The things I'd never notice, without you.
And for the first time I'm discovering
The things I use to treasure, about you.

The birds like leaves on Winterwood,
Sing hopeful songs on dismal days.
They've learned to live life as they should.
They are at peace with natures ways.

You are as natural as the night,
And all that springs from you is good.
And the children born beneath your light,
Are like the birds on Winterwood.

*Repeat

I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night
Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright
Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame

And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would

Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your face
While chestnut hair fell all around the pillow case
And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head
A sympathy bouquet left with the love that's dead

And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would

Never thought the words you said were true
Never thought you said just what you meant
Never knew how much I needed you
Never thought you'd leave, until you went

Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
And evening brings the memories I can't forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs

And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would

Fortune has me well in hand, armies 'wait my command
My gold lies in a foreign land buried deep beneath the sand
The angels guide my ev'ry prayer, my enemies are sick or dead
But all the victories I've led haven't brought you to my bed

*You see, everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?

Now the purest race I've bred to be to live in my democracy
And the highest human pedigree awaits the first-born boy baby
And my face on ev'ry coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved
My own flag is forever waved by the grateful people I have saved

*Repeat

Now, no man is beyond my claim when land is seized in the people's
name
By evil men who rob and maim, if war is hell, I'm not to blame!
Why, you can't blame me, I'm Heaven's child, I'm the second son of
Mary mild
And I'm twice removed from Oscar Wilde, but he didn't mind, why, he
just smiled

Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk through, and the clouds dissolve
and the sky turns blue
I'm held in very great value by everyone I meet but you
'cause I've used my talents as I could, I've done some bad, I've done
some good
I did a whole lot better than they thought I would so, c'mon and
treat me like you should!

Because everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?

Everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?

Yeah, everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?

The spirit of Fatima still rules the earth,
She knows your future; she knows what its worth,
Sister Fatima has god-given powers,
On 42nd street in a shop that sells flowers,
Is her palace,
Come and be healed.

She knows all your business, your health and your ills,
She'll counsel your weddings, divorces, and wills,
For full restoration, five dollars an hour,
With each consultation, a free holy flower.
If she likes you, why, you can have two.

And I came from nowhere, like you and your friend,
My searching and wandering went on without end,
My future was dim, my spirit was crushed,
In one sacred moment, my questions were hushed.

I'm a servant of fate in this garden of truth,
A humble recruit of the taffeta booth
Where all things are known, but few are revealed.
Where sins are forgotten, and sickness is healed,
For five dollars.
The flower is free.

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He's gone.

When the wars of our nation did beckon,
A man barely twenty did answer the calling.
Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation,
He's gone,
But Eternity knows him, and it knows what we've done.

And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry.
And deep in the trench he waited for hours,
As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die.

But the silence of night was shattered by fire
As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air.
And one after another his comrades were slaughtered.
In morgue of Marines, alone standing there.

He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear.
"They can't let me die! The can't let me die here!
I'll cover myself with the mud and the earth.
I'll cover myself! I know I'm not brave!
The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave."

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He's gone.

Singing in 'rounds', first person sings once right through, then second person
starts when first person reaches second verse, third person when second reaches
second verse, and so on...

By the waters
The waters
Of Babylon.

We lay down and wept
And wept
For thee Zion.

We remember
Thee remember
Thee remember
Thee Zion