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from DJ 김기덕의 잊을 수 없는 추억 (2009)
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 daliver Bad news on the doorstap I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride 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 Them good ole boys were drinkin' whisky ane rye singin' this'll be the day that I die 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 Now do you believe in rook and 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 dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shose Man, I dig those rhythm and bluses I was a lonely teenage broncin's 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 bye bye Now for ten years we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a rollin's stone But that's not how it used to be When the Jester sang for the king and Queen in a coat He Borrowned 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 The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned And while Lennin read a book on Marx the coart took practice in the park and we SONG dirties in the dark the day the music died. We were singin's bye bye Helter-skelter in the summer sweiter the birds flew off with a fall-out shelter Eight miles high and fallin's fast, it landed foul on the gress the players tried for a forware pass, with the Jester on the sidelines in a coat Now the half-time air was sweet paerfume While the sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance 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 singin's bye bye In 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 sat on a candlestick cause fire is the devils only friend (Oh) as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in festive rage No angel born in heaven could break that stan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night the sacrificial rite I saw satan Laughing with delight the day the music died. He was singin's bye byeI met girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news but the just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store where I heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play The lovers cried and the posts dreamed (But) Not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken And he three man I admire most the Father, Son an the holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died. And they were singin' bye bye |
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from DJ 김기덕의 잊을 수 없는 추억 (2009)
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. |
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from Best Pop 100 Gold (2008)
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 in sight 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 Frame-less 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 of 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 |
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from We Are Marshall Soundtrack [ost] (2007)
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? Now do you believe in rock and 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 dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues 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" 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 The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lenin read a book on Marx A quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were 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 Singin' "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Helter skelter in a summer swelter, the birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul 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 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" 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 I started singin' it 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" 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 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 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 singin' 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 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" |
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from Don Mclean - American Pie And Other Hits (2006)
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? Now do you believe in rock and 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 dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues 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" 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 The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lenin read a book on Marx A quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were 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 Singin' "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Helter skelter in a summer swelter, the birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul 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 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" 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 I started singin' it 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" 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 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 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 singin' 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 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" |
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from Don Mclean - American Pie And Other Hits (2006)
And I love you so,
The people ask me how, How I've lived till now I tell them "I don't know" I guess they understand How lonely life has been But life began again The day you took my hand And yes I know how lonely life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening bring me down Now that you're around me And you love me too Your thoughts are just for me You set my spirit free I'm happy that you do The book of life is brief And once a page is read All but love is dead This is my belief And yes I know how loveless life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening get me down Now that you're around me And I love you so The people ask me how, How I've lived till now I tell them "I don't know" |
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from Don Mclean - American Pie And Other Hits (2006)
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 |
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from Don Mclean - American Pie And Other Hits (2006)
And if she asks you why you can tell her that I told you
That I'm tired of Castles in the Air I've got a dream I want the world to share an' castle walls Just leave me to despair Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky A dream come true, I'll live there 'til I die I'm asking you, to say my last goodbye The love we knew, ain't worth another try Save me from all the trouble and the pain I know I'm weak but I can't face that girl again Tell her the reasons why I can't remain Perhaps she'll understand if you tell it to her plain Oh, but how can words express the feel of sunlight In the morning in the hills away from city strife I need a country woman for my wife I'm city born but I love the country life For I will not be part of her Cocktail-Generation Partner's Waltz, Devoid of all romance The music plays and everyone must dance I'm bowing out, I need a second chance Save me from all the trouble and the pain I know I'm weak but I can't face that girl again Tell her the reasons why I can't remain Perhaps she'll understand if you tell it to her plain And if she asks you why you can tell her that I told you That I'm tired of Castles in the Air I've got a dream I want the world to share an' castle walls Just lead me to despair |
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from Don Mclean - American Pie And Other Hits (2006)
I feel like a spinning top or a Dreidel
The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle You just slow down Round and around the world you go Spinning through the lives of the people you know We all slow down How you gonna keep on turning from day to day? How you gonna keep from turning your life away? No days you can borrow, no time you can buy. No trust in tomorrow. It's a lie. And I feel like I'm dippin' and divin'. My sky shoes are spiked with lead heels. I'm lost in this star car I'm drivin'. But my air sole keeps pushin' big wheels. My world is a constant confusion. My mind is prepared to attack. My past a persuasive illusion. I'm watchin' the future it's black. What do you know? You know just what you perceive. What can you show? Nothing of what you believe. And as you grow, each thread of life that you leave Will spin around your deeds and dictate your needs As you sell your soul and you sow your seeds And you wound yourself and your loved one bleed And your habits grow, and your conscience feeds On all that you thought you should be I never thought this could happen to me. I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel. The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle. You just slow down. Round and around the world you go Spinning through the lives of the people you know. We all slow down. How you gonna keep on turning from day to day? How you gonna keep from turning your life away? Oh.. I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel. The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle. You just slow down. |
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from Don Mclean - American Pie And Other Hits (2006)
Everyday
It's getting closer, going faster than a rollercoaster Love like your's Will surely come my way ahey ahey hey Everyday It's getting faster Everyone said: "go on and ask her, love like your's wille surely come my way" ahey ahey hey Everyday Seems a little longer Everyway Love's a little stronger Come with me Do you ever long for true love from me? Everyday It's getting closer, going faster than a rollercoaster Love like your's Will surely come my way ahey ahey hey Love like your's Will surely come my way |
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from Don Mclean - American Pie And Other Hits (2006)
When I see you on the street, I lose my concentration. Just the thought that we
might meet creates anticipation. Won't you look my way once before you go and my eyes will say what you ought to know. Well I've been thinkin' about you day and night...and I don't know if it'll work out right...but somehow I think that it just might...if we try. Faces come and faces go in circular rotation. But something yearns within to grow beyond infatuation. Won't you look my way once before you go and my eyes will say what you ought to know. Well you've got me standin' deaf and blind...cause I see love as just a state of mind...and who knows what it is that we might find...if we try. (Bridge) You're walking a different direction from most people I've met. You're givin' me signs of affection I don't usually get. I don't want you to pledge your future the future's not yours to give. Just stand there a little longer and let me watch while you live. 'Cause when I see you on the street, I lose my concentration. And just the thought that we might meet creates anticipation. Won't you look my way once before you go and my eyes will say what you ought to know. Well I've been thinking about you day and night...and I don't know if it will work out right...but somehow I think that it just might...if we try. Somehow I think that it just might if we try. Yes somehow I think that it just might if we try. Note - Don would often change the last chorus when he performed the song live. The words were something like "Won't you look my way once before you go and my eyes will say what you ought to know. It'd be so nice to see it all work out...cause that's what fantasies are all about..." |
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from Don Mclean - American Pie And Other Hits (2006)
If you wanna make me happy, here is all you gotta do
Take me where you're going and I'll take care of you 'Cause I got this need that's growing to keep you satisfied And if you keep your green light showing well you can take me for a ride Chorus: 'Cause I la la la la la la love you, And I la la la la la la care. And I really want you with me baby everywhere Well, I like the way you're moving, and I like a the way you go I like the way you let your locomotion show 'Cause my drivin' wheel is drivin' and my piston's working good And if your motor gives you some trouble baby, I'll take a look underneath your hood (yes, I would) (Chorus) Well, I know you like your transportation with a motor and a rubber wheel, But when you move you cause a transformation in this lover and the way I feel So if you want to make me happy here is all you gotta do Just let me ride your boxcar and I'll hobo with you 'Cause all I got is on my shoulder, I'm walkin' on my trav'lin' shoes and before I get much older I'm gonna kick these lovesick blues (Chorus) Yes, I la la la la la la love you, And I la la la la la la care. 'Cause I.. (repeat and fade out) |
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from Don Mclean - American Pie And Other Hits (2006)
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 in sight 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 Frame-less 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 of 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 |
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from Don Mclean - American Pie And Other Hits (2006)
You have lived such a gentle life upon this earth
that I am stunned by your sight. If I could give but a token of the love you have, then I might not be this lonely tonight. Let them have their smug and their cool, confined by fashion and peer. I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere. I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere. Bridge: Oh, there are so few brave one's like you. Need I explain? Never wondering what to do, what to venture, what to gain. And, you have loved, in a total way, from flesh to soul. You speak, without coy without pose. Your eyes can see that the emperor has lost his clothes. And what's more, you'll tell the whole world what he stole. Let them have their fad and their fix, confined by fashion and peer. I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere. I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere. |
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from Don Mclean - Rearview Mirror (2005)
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? Now do you believe in rock and 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 dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues 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" 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 The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lenin read a book on Marx A quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were 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 Singin' "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Helter skelter in a summer swelter, the birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul 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 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" 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 I started singin' it 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" 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 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 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 singin' 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 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" |
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from Don Mclean - Rearview Mirror (2005)
And I love you so,
The people ask me how, How I've lived till now I tell them "I don't know" I guess they understand How lonely life has been But life began again The day you took my hand And yes I know how lonely life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening bring me down Now that you're around me And you love me too Your thoughts are just for me You set my spirit free I'm happy that you do The book of life is brief And once a page is read All but love is dead This is my belief And yes I know how loveless life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening get me down Now that you're around me And I love you so The people ask me how, How I've lived till now I tell them "I don't know" |
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from Don Mclean - Rearview Mirror (2005)
And I love you so,
The people ask me how, How I've lived till now I tell them "I don't know" I guess they understand How lonely life has been But life began again The day you took my hand And yes I know how lonely life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening bring me down Now that you're around me And you love me too Your thoughts are just for me You set my spirit free I'm happy that you do The book of life is brief And once a page is read All but love is dead This is my belief And yes I know how loveless life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening get me down Now that you're around me And I love you so The people ask me how, How I've lived till now I tell them "I don't know" |
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I was alright for a while
I could smile for a while But when I saw you last night You held my hand so tight When you stopped to say 'hello' And though you wished to me well you couldn't tell That I'd been Crying over you Crying over you Then you said to so long Left me standing all alone Alone and crying. Crying Crying Crying It's hard to understand That the touch of your hand can start me crying I thought that I was over you But it's true, so true I love you even more than I did before But, darling, what can I do? While you don't love me And I'll always be Crying over you Crying over you Yes, now you're gone And from this moment on I'll be crying (crying) Crying (crying) Crying (crying) Crying over you Over you Over you |
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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 windowpane, 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 use to bath the contours of your face. Chestnut hair fell all around the pillowcase. And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head, A sympathy bouquet left with a 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. Evening brings the memories I can't forget. Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs, 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. |
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I was walking by the graveyard, late last Friday night,
I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight. It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night, Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight. So often have I wondered where these homeless brothers go, Down in some hidden valley were their sorrows cannot show, Where the police cannot find them, where the wanted men can go. There's freedom when your walking, even though you're walking slow. Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, that homeless brother is my friend. It's hard to be a pack rat, it's hard to be a 'bo, but living's so much harder where the heartless people go. Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo. And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill, And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill. And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill, And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill. Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, that homeless brother is my friend. Somewhere there was a woman, somewhere there was a child, Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild. But some where's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while, You'll find the broken-hearted when you're travelling jungle-style. Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men, Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again, Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage, where madmen don't pretend, Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end. Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, that homeless brother is my friend. The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night, The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light. The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight, There's no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight. And you who leave on promises and prosper as you please, The victim of your riches often dies of your disease, He can't hear the factory whistle, just the lonesome freight train's wheeze, He's living on good fortune, he ain't dying on his knees. Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, that homeless brother is my friend. That homeless brother is my friend. |
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from Don Mclean - Rearview Mirror (2005)
The angels are lost in the city of stars
the wise men are down on their knees. And the fruitman of freeway will sell you his cars when he's sure that you can't find the keys. And the ladies on Magdalene lane all worship the sun and the sand. And the migrants who come can't complain for this is their promised land. La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. MGM studios can't make the nut they're auctioning Dorothy's shoes. Gable is gone, the good witch is a slut and I've got the parking lot blues. The wizard brought benzadrine smiles and he never let Dorothy doze. She died as she walked down the aisle and all that remains is her clothes. Over the rainbow a Kansas tornado can twist up a little girlA's head. Aunt Em's on relief and the tinman's a thief and even the wizard can't wake the dead. La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. The prophet has come to this kingdom of lights but there's no one to listen or learn. And the savior performs for the prophet's delight while dissenters are banished or burned. And the heretics beg to be heard but the savior's on tour for the week. Salvation is found in his word if only he'd learn how to speak. And Lincoln is laughing with Amos 'n' Andy concerning the Great Civil War. And Paul Revere sleeps with the worst looking creeps while revolution's knocking at his door. La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. Magdalene Lane is the red light domain where everyone's soul is for sale. A piece of your heart will do for a start but you can send us the rest in the mail. For we have our own families to feed and we can't let them starve just for you. Well, we'd rather not watch while you bleed so come back in an hour when you're through. It's just another city full of sorrow, it makes no difference why I came. I only know I'm leaving here tomorrow and only the motel man knows my name. |
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from Don Mclean - Rearview Mirror (2005)
McLean Don
Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way I was ridin' on the subway in the afternoon I saw some kids 'a beatin' out a funky tune The lady right in front of me was old and brown The kids began to push her, they knocked her down I tried to help her out but there was just no way A life ain't worth a damn on the street today I passed the ambulance and the camera crews I saw the instant replay on the evening news Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way Well will you take the car, or will you take the trip? Remove annoying hair from your upper lip What's it really worth? Does she really care? What's the best shampoo that I can use on my hair? Hey what's the real future of democracy? How're we gonna streamline the bureaucracy? Hey, hey, the cost of life has gone sky-high Does the deodorant I'm using really keep me dry? Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way Well spin the magic wheel and try to break the bank Think about your life when you fill in the blank Here's a game that's real if you wanna try One spot on the wheel that says you must die American roulette is the game we play But no-one wants to have to be the one to pay You get to pass "GO", you get to pass away But before we start our show, here's our sponsor to say: "Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way" Well down in Mexico, the laundry's on the line There's where you can go if you land on the nine Canada is nice if you're fond of ice If you land on the two then we'll send you there twice We interrupt this game for a news release: A man has gone insane and been killed by police! Now back to the game, that's a dangerous play 'Cause if they see you in C-U-B-A you must pass away Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way My supper's on the stove, the war is on the screen Pass the bread and butter while I watch the Marine The shot him in the chest--Pass the chicken breast! The general is saying that he's still unimpressed. "We had to burn the city 'cause they wouldn't agree That things go better with democracy!" The weather will be fair, forget the ozone layer, But strontium showers will be here and there Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way Well livin' in the country watchin' shadows fall My reception ain't too good in a power stall Bombers in the air, missiles in the sea Chemicals in everything, including me They don't keep their promise in the promised land It's getting mighty hard to find an honest man But coming very soon, a show you'll die to see It's called "The End Of The World", on channel "C" Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way |
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from Don Mclean - Rearview Mirror (2005)
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 in sight 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 Frame-less 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 of 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 |
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Wonderful baby livin' on love the
sandman says maybe he'll take you above, up where the girls fly on ribbons and bows, where babies float by, just counting their toes. Wonderful baby nothin' but new, the world has gone crazy, I'm glad I'm not you. At the beginning or is it the end? It goes in and comes out and starts over again. Wonderful baby livin' on love the sandman says maybe he'll take you above, up where the girls fly on ribbons and bows, where babies float by, just counting their toes. Wonderful baby I'll watch while you grow. If I knew the future you'd be first to know. But I don't know nothin' of what life's about, Just as long as you live, you'll never find out. Wonderful baby, nothin' to fear. Love whom you will, but doubt what you hear. They'll whisper sweet things to make untrue. So be good to yourself, that's all you can do. You're a wonderful baby livin' on love the sandman says maybe he'll take you above, up where the girls fly on ribbons and bows, where babies float by, just counting their toes, where babies float by, just counting their toes... |
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McLean
I'm building my body I'm happy when I'm building my body I'm tired of fighting, let's make friends I'm tired of burning both ends That's why I'm building my body It hurts me but I'm building my body And I know what the pain is worth I know I feel the pain of birth I'm pushin' up And gettin' down with my body There's no-one else around with my body One look says I'm a stone disgrace Don't kick no sand in my face Because I'm building my body strong I'm watching what I eat And I'm sorting out right from wrong Hey, not a lot of meat And I know that it won't be long Before I gotta quit smoking Because I'm building my body I'm peaceful when I'm building my body I'm sweating out mistakes I've made I'm getting back the dues I've paid I'm doing more And getting sore with my body But I'm gaining a rapport with my body And this seems like the perfect time They say I'm in my prime That's why I'm building my body strong I'm thinking at the table And I'm sorting out right from wrong I'm reading every label And I know that it won't be long Before I gotta quit smoking 'Cause I'm building my body There's someone else inside of my body He's waiting to be born again |
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McLean
[Chorus] Well you better jump, jump, jump, If you wanna' live at all. Yes you better jump, jump, jump, Even though you're bound to fall Cause' they're gonna' make you sorry gonna' make you cry If you don't jump, jump, jump, into the seat by and by. Well, you jump for joy and happiness, You jump when things go right. You jump when you're asleep And you hear a strange voice in the night. Sometimes we get to use to things, they don't mean what they did. I know that what make my floor, make another fellows lid. (Chorus) Well, I'm always on the lookout, For somethin' fresh and new. Like bein' on a cookout with a crazy Kangaroo. Just when I think I've found a place where I'm sure I wanna' stop. My body won't quit cookin' and my mind begins to hop. (Chorus) Well, I'm thinkin' about a thousand things, I'm a losin' lots of sleep. I'm glidin' on my inner wings, I'm gettin' set to leap. I'm ridin' on my pony, I'm lettin' out my rope. I'm lookin' for an idea that a big bar of soap. (Chorus) (Instrumental Break) (Chorus) Well, one man was cold and hungry, One man was rich and well. One man stood at the window, as the crowd began to yell. While the poor man prayed to Jesus and the rich man made a deal. One man was standing naked yellin' do what you feel. (Chorus) |
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McLean Don
Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way I was ridin' on the subway in the afternoon I saw some kids 'a beatin' out a funky tune The lady right in front of me was old and brown The kids began to push her, they knocked her down I tried to help her out but there was just no way A life ain't worth a damn on the street today I passed the ambulance and the camera crews I saw the instant replay on the evening news Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way Well will you take the car, or will you take the trip? Remove annoying hair from your upper lip What's it really worth? Does she really care? What's the best shampoo that I can use on my hair? Hey what's the real future of democracy? How're we gonna streamline the bureaucracy? Hey, hey, the cost of life has gone sky-high Does the deodorant I'm using really keep me dry? Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way Well spin the magic wheel and try to break the bank Think about your life when you fill in the blank Here's a game that's real if you wanna try One spot on the wheel that says you must die American roulette is the game we play But no-one wants to have to be the one to pay You get to pass "GO", you get to pass away But before we start our show, here's our sponsor to say: "Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way" Well down in Mexico, the laundry's on the line There's where you can go if you land on the nine Canada is nice if you're fond of ice If you land on the two then we'll send you there twice We interrupt this game for a news release: A man has gone insane and been killed by police! Now back to the game, that's a dangerous play 'Cause if they see you in C-U-B-A you must pass away Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way My supper's on the stove, the war is on the screen Pass the bread and butter while I watch the Marine The shot him in the chest--Pass the chicken breast! The general is saying that he's still unimpressed. "We had to burn the city 'cause they wouldn't agree That things go better with democracy!" The weather will be fair, forget the ozone layer, But strontium showers will be here and there Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way Well livin' in the country watchin' shadows fall My reception ain't too good in a power stall Bombers in the air, missiles in the sea Chemicals in everything, including me They don't keep their promise in the promised land It's getting mighty hard to find an honest man But coming very soon, a show you'll die to see It's called "The End Of The World", on channel "C" Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way |
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Carr-Kennedy
South of the border, down Mexico way That's where I fell in love, when the stars above came out to play And now as I wander, my thoughts ever stray South of the border, down Mexico way She was a picture in old Spanish lace Just for a tender while I kissed a smile upon her face 'Cause it was fiesta and we were so gay South of the border, Mexico way Then she sighed as she whispered, ?manana? Never dreaming that we were parting And I lied as a whispered, ?manana? 'Cause our tomorrow never came South of the border, I jumped back one day There in a veil of white, by the candlelight, she knelt to pray The mission bells told me that I mustn't stay South of the border, Mexico way The mission bells told me, ding, dong, that I must not stay Stay South of the border, down Mexico way |
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McLean
The pattern is broken, the pieces don't fit. Pull them apart and move them a bit. See what you've made and see who you are. The plans that you've laid can go just so far. Before the pattern get's broken, the pieces don't fit. Pull them apart and move them a bit. See what you've made and see who you are. The plans that you've laid can go just so far. Then it's the end of sunny weather. When all the pieces fit together. And it looks like the final ending. But it's really the beginning. And though the pieces are apart now. And you got a broken heart now. Someday the sun is gonna shine on a fabulous design, That only you can see. Ahhhh. But then the pattern get's broken, the pieces don't fit. Pull them apart and move them a bit. See what you've made and see who you are. The plans that you've laid can go just so far. Before the pattern get's broken, the pieces don't fit. (The pattern's broken and the pieces don't fit) Pull them apart and move them a bit. (Pull them apart and then move them a bit) See what you've made and see who you are. (See what you've made and see who you are) The plans that you've laid can go just so far. (The plans you've laid will only go just so far) Before the pattern get's broken, the pieces don't fit. (The pattern's broken and the pieces don't fit) Pull them apart and move them a bit. (Pull them apart and then move them a bit) See what you've made and see who you are. (See what you've made and see who you are) The plans that you've laid can go just so far. (The plans you've laid will only go just so far) Ahhh, ahaha, ahhh, ahaha, ahhhhhhhh, ahhha... |
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McLean
I'm walkin' away, and leavin' you standin' I've nothing to say, for I've said it all the best way I know how Cry, cry if you need to, but I can't stay to watch you 'Cause that's the wrong thing to do. Does it ease you to know, that I've thought about stayin' Yet I think I will go, and let the words of goodbye go unsaid Speak, speak if you need to, but I can't stay to hear you 'Cause that's the wrong thing to do. All the words that you whisper are words that have nothing to say And the thoughts they reveal are the reasons I'm goin' away From the touch of your voice, I can feel separation So you leave me no choice, for to remain would mean living apart Touch, touch if you need to, but I can't stay to hold you 'Cause that's the wrong thing to do. That's the wrong thing to do. That's the wrong thing to do. |
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McLean
When a good thing goes bad, it's not the end of the world. It's the end of a world that you had with a girl. Though it's hard to admit that the memory's sad when you think what you had, when a good thing goes bad.A Love is so strange, it's a mystery to me. It's easy to change and to lose what could be. So you wait and you watch for the one who'll agree with the things that you need and the life that you lead. When a good thing goes right, it's a joy beyond worth. As the roots of your love intertwine with the earth. And your bodies are one, but you're living for two and your future looks bright, oh yes, when a good thing goes right. But time is the test, like the sea pounds the rocks. And those who love best sometimes fail with the shocks. And the waves break you down and you watch your love drown. And she's so far from reach as you stand on the beach. When a good thing goes bad, it's not the end of the world. It's the end of a world that you had with a girl. Though it's hard to admit that the memory's sad when you think what you had, when a good thing goes bad. |
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McLean
In someone's hand there is a land, where I must surely go, where she is,A to learn what she must know, when she gives all her love away.A To him that seems as in her dreams, unbroken by the storm on the sea,A But quiet deep and warm ever free, to give his love away.A And when these two have found the land, the world is not the same,A For though it spins when love begins, the world is not the same.A This is one change I always have longed for, I always belonged more to you than to anyone and in your hand the stars the sand, the rain and wind are new, as we liveA and learn what love can do, when we give all our love away.A And now we too have found the land, the world is not the same,A For though it spins when love begins, the world is not.... the.... same. |
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And if she asks you why you can tell her that I told you
That I'm tired of Castles in the Air I've got a dream I want the world to share an' castle walls Just leave me to despair Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky A dream come true, I'll live there 'til I die I'm asking you, to say my last goodbye The love we knew, ain't worth another try Save me from all the trouble and the pain I know I'm weak but I can't face that girl again Tell her the reasons why I can't remain Perhaps she'll understand if you tell it to her plain Oh, but how can words express the feel of sunlight In the morning in the hills away from city strife I need a country woman for my wife I'm city born but I love the country life For I will not be part of her Cocktail-Generation Partner's Waltz, Devoid of all romance The music plays and everyone must dance I'm bowing out, I need a second chance Save me from all the trouble and the pain I know I'm weak but I can't face that girl again Tell her the reasons why I can't remain Perhaps she'll understand if you tell it to her plain And if she asks you why you can tell her that I told you That I'm tired of Castles in the Air I've got a dream I want the world to share an' castle walls Just lead me to despair |
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from Don Mclean - Believers (2005)
Jerusalem, Jerusalem all roads lead to you.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem your light is shinning through. And you will show, show the way, to all who see it shine, That we can live, in peace, in Jerusalem this time. The walls will keep you in, the walls will keep you out. The gates are calling those, who know what it's about. Jerusalem, Jerusalem all roads lead to you. Jerusalem, Jerusalem your light is shinning through. And you will show (you will show), show the way (show the way), to all who see it shine, That we can live, in peace, in Jerusalem this time. Jerusalem is old, Jerusalem is new, Jerusalem can hold, Moslem, Christian, Jew. In Jerusalem, Jerusalem all roads lead to you. Jerusalem, Jerusalem your light is shinning through. And you will show (you will show), show the way (show the way), to all who see it shine, That we can live, in peace, in Jerusalem this time. (Bridge) The markets and the alleys, the temples and the tombs. A place for all believers, it has so many rooms. In Jerusalem, Jerusalem all roads lead to you. Jerusalem, Jerusalem your light is shinning through. And you will show (you will show), show the way (show the way), to all who see it shine, That we can live, in peace, in Jerusalem this time. Yes, we can live, in peace, in Jerusalem this time. |
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from Don Mclean - Believers (2005)
I walk down to the sea
and I saw this crazy man He was looking at me and he said "I have a plan" Yes, he said "I have a plan" He was black from the sun and his eyes were in tears and his hand was so thick from the work of the years Yes, his hand was so thick from the work of the years He said "Please come with me to my home by the sea We can smoke, drink and eat and you'll sit at my feet and I'll tell what I know while the sea breezes blow for I've tried to be free but I'll soon have to go." And his house was his art and, nature, his wish it was sculpted from clay in the shape of a fish it was sculpted from clay in the shape for a fish And the caves in the back had been arched into stone and the creatures he kept made him far from alone Yes, the creatures he kept made him far from alone "I have only one son in Chicago for life He is separate from me and so is my wife and I live in the sun and I hate what they've done to my beautiful sea and what they'll do to me" And we walked from the house for miles by the shore and we picked up the trash that they'd left by his door. Yes, we picked up the trash that they'd left by his door. And the oil and the sludge got stuck to my feet and the fish that were dead were too poisoned to eat. Yes, the fish that were dead were too poisoned to eat. And the blade cut his hand and it's stiff from the scar and the butchers, called doctors, leave you worse than you are and we're all like the butchers we cut into life and we like to see blood on the end of our knife. And someday they will come and bulldoze him down for he has not a permit from the kings of the town No, he has not a permit from the kings of the town And the doctors will come and say he's afraid and they'll ruin this man and destroy what he made And the pictures he kept will be torn from his hand with the beautiful house that he built on the sand |
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from He Sings The Blues - The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face (2005)
And I love you so,
The people ask me how, How I've lived till now I tell them "I don't know" I guess they understand How lonely life has been But life began again The day you took my hand And yes I know how lonely life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening bring me down Now that you're around me And you love me too Your thoughts are just for me You set my spirit free I'm happy that you do The book of life is brief And once a page is read All but love is dead This is my belief And yes I know how loveless life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening get me down Now that you're around me And I love you so The people ask me how, How I've lived till now I tell them "I don't know" |
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from I Write The Songs: 36 Singer Songwriters Performing... (2005)
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 in sight 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 Frame-less 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 of 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 |
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from Don Mclean - Don Mclean (2004)
If I could say the things I feel, it wouldn't be the same
Some things are not spoken of, some things have no name And though the words come hard to me I'll say them just for you For this is something rare for me this feeling is so new You see I love the way you love me Love the way you smile at me I love the way we live this life we're in Long ago I heard the song that lovers sing to me And through the days with each new phrase I hummed that melody And all along I loved the song but I never learned it through But since the day you came along, I've saved it just for you You see I love the way you love me Love the way you smile at me, I love the way we live this life we're in I don't believe in magic but I do believe in you And when you say you believe in me There's so much magic I can do Now you see me, now you don't watch me dive below Deep down in your love lake where the sweet fish come and go And I might sink, and I might drown but death don't mean a thing 'Cause life continues right or wrong when I play this birthday song I learned from you And you can't even sing... |
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from Don Mclean - Don Mclean (2004)
I feel like a spinning top or a Dreidel
The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle You just slow down Round and around the world you go Spinning through the lives of the people you know We all slow down How you gonna keep on turning from day to day? How you gonna keep from turning your life away? No days you can borrow, no time you can buy. No trust in tomorrow. It's a lie. And I feel like I'm dippin' and divin'. My sky shoes are spiked with lead heels. I'm lost in this star car I'm drivin'. But my air sole keeps pushin' big wheels. My world is a constant confusion. My mind is prepared to attack. My past a persuasive illusion. I'm watchin' the future it's black. What do you know? You know just what you perceive. What can you show? Nothing of what you believe. And as you grow, each thread of life that you leave Will spin around your deeds and dictate your needs As you sell your soul and you sow your seeds And you wound yourself and your loved one bleed And your habits grow, and your conscience feeds On all that you thought you should be I never thought this could happen to me. I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel. The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle. You just slow down. Round and around the world you go Spinning through the lives of the people you know. We all slow down. How you gonna keep on turning from day to day? How you gonna keep from turning your life away? Oh.. I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel. The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle. You just slow down. |
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from Don Mclean - Don Mclean (2004)
I can't answer the questions you ask me,
I don't know what to say. The answers are somewhere lost in the stars when the night has turned to day. But I know if the silence of night could be here, It would drift through my soul and calm all my fear And I could reach out and draw you so near to me Touch me and warm me and I will lie still. And all that you ask me to give you I will One living moment we'll have for our own. A brief flash of time that we spent unalone. But you ask me for nothing and give what you can And we're wrapped in a pillow of sleep once again And my memory drifts through the universe when we are one Closely we're falling through time And the earth will turn in the silence of space, always in motion yet always in place And all things will change yet remain what they are. And far will be near and near will be far And the ages will darken and blend into time And all that is poetry will no longer rhyme But our moment together is forever sublime For the time has arrived when we must understand That we're lost in a void on this sad speck of sand And nobody knows where we are, no one cares And the tears that we shed in the dark no one cares And the madmen who plunder this world for their fame Have forgotten that no one remembers their name But time and the universe are always the same Closely we're falling through time |
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from Don Mclean - Don Mclean (2004)
When I see you on the street, I lose my concentration. Just the thought that we
might meet creates anticipation. Won't you look my way once before you go and my eyes will say what you ought to know. Well I've been thinkin' about you day and night...and I don't know if it'll work out right...but somehow I think that it just might...if we try. Faces come and faces go in circular rotation. But something yearns within to grow beyond infatuation. Won't you look my way once before you go and my eyes will say what you ought to know. Well you've got me standin' deaf and blind...cause I see love as just a state of mind...and who knows what it is that we might find...if we try. (Bridge) You're walking a different direction from most people I've met. You're givin' me signs of affection I don't usually get. I don't want you to pledge your future the future's not yours to give. Just stand there a little longer and let me watch while you live. 'Cause when I see you on the street, I lose my concentration. And just the thought that we might meet creates anticipation. Won't you look my way once before you go and my eyes will say what you ought to know. Well I've been thinking about you day and night...and I don't know if it will work out right...but somehow I think that it just might...if we try. Somehow I think that it just might if we try. Yes somehow I think that it just might if we try. Note - Don would often change the last chorus when he performed the song live. The words were something like "Won't you look my way once before you go and my eyes will say what you ought to know. It'd be so nice to see it all work out...cause that's what fantasies are all about..." |
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from Don Mclean - Don Mclean (2004)
They were married in the old Church yard
And they promised to be true to each other No matter how hard their lives might be But like meteors that fell through moments parallel They were soon to cross And on different plots of earth they both did fall Though their lives had really not been hard at all Chorus: Oh my what a shame No one's to blame It just happened that way And there's nothing you can say When two people say goodbye Oh my... Two brothers, promised they'd return When the war that they were fighting was over But only one lived to keep his vow And the story I was told said he lived to be quite old Before time won out Someone asked if he knew what they both fought for But he could not recall he had ever been to war (Chorus) Bridge: For there's nothing you can say when it's over And there's nothing you can do when it's done There's no battle you can win And there's nothing to begin That's not begun On this moment, I recall your face And I wonder if you still think about me Occasionally I still think of you And I watch the river flow and I know I must let go But it's oh so hard For the waves are all around my small canoe I had always hoped this boat could carry two (Chorus) |
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from Don Mclean - Don Mclean (2004)
There's a danger zone, not a stranger zone
Than the little plot I walk on that I call my home Full of eerie sights, weird and skeery sights Ev'ry vicious animal that creeps and crawls and bites!! On the Amazon, the prophylactics prowl On the Amazon, the hypodermics howl On the Amazon, you'll hear a scarab scowl and sting zodiacs on the wing All the stalactites and vicious vertebrae Hunt the stalagmites while laryngitis slay All that parasites that come from Paraguay in the spring Hmm, hmm hmmm Snarling equinox among the rocks will seize you And the fahrenheit comes out at night to freeze you Wild duodenum are lurking in the trees And the jungle swarms with green apostrophes Oh, the Amazon is calling me On the Amazon, the pax vobiscum bite On the Amazon, the epiglottis fight On the Amazon, the hemispheres at night all slink where the agnostics drink All the hippodromes that lie concealed in mud Hunt the metronomes that live in swamp and flood Then the kodachromes run out and drink their blood, poor ginks While velocipedes among the weeds will scare you And the menopause with hungry jaws ensnares you Frenzied adenoids infest the hills and slopes Everyone avoids the deadly stethoscopes Oh, the Amazon is calling Yes, the Amazon is calling Oh, the Amazon is calling me-ee!! |
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from Don Mclean - Don Mclean (2004)
The auctioneer said, I'm not through yet,
Here's a horse the likes of which you've never seen, And the straw hats in the sun, with a face beneath each one, Shown doubtful and the auctioneer got mean. Do you think that you can find a horse like this every day? I don't think there's any better on this earth, And the more you pay, the more it's worth. Then out she came, a snow-white mare, Prancin' and a dancin' in the silver sun, They watched her from behind, as she did her bump and grind, Walkin' naked, sad and graceful for their fun. Oh how I wished I could afford that lady painted white, A queen with high nobility of birth, But the more you pay, the more it's worth. My pockets hung with empty blues, Silent heels were standin' on my growin' pains, My bid was not too bad, two bits was all I had, And the stable boy just handed me the reins. Well the gallery went wild, and the auctioneer half smiled, What we don't sell we shoot or give away, 'Cause the more you pay, the more it's worth. And where was the boy, who rode on her back, With his arms holding tight round her neck? How tightly he clung, When they both were young, And fate had not let this poor girl be so Disgraced. |
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from Don Mclean - Don Mclean (2004)
It started out quite simply, as complex things can do;
A set of sad transparencies 'til no one could see through, But least of all the one inside, behind the iron glass; A prisonor of all your dreams that never come to pass. Alone you stand corrupted by the vision that you sought, And blinded by your hunger all your apetites are bought, But in spite of what becomes of you, your image will remain; A reminder of your constant loss, a symbol of your gain. CHORUS: And your friends are together, Where the people are all gathered, All along the road you travelled all your days. And soon you have succumbed to what the others all believe, And though the lie affects them still it's you that they decieve, And all at once you're lost within the emptieness of you, And there's no one left who's near enough to tell you what to do. You're left with nothing but your self-potential in the dark, Like tinder resting on a rock, protected from the spark, But your fire just consumes you, you alone can feel the pain, And you stand in all your glory and you know you can't complain. CHORUS But you are surely just as evil as the worst my tongue can tell, For you'll never face my heaven and I'll not endure your hell. You have lost your chance to mingle with your constant quiet lies; Deceptions hidden with your lips, but spoken with your eyes. For I know you for what you are not for that's really all you are. And your talents of a minor order seem to stretch too far. And we both know that this masquerade can't carry on too long. You're deep inside the Pride Parade, but where do you belong? CHORUS |
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from Don Mclean - Legendary Songs Of Don Mclean (2004)
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? Now do you believe in rock and 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 dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues 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" 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 The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lenin read a book on Marx A quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were 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 Singin' "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Helter skelter in a summer swelter, the birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul 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 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" 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 I started singin' it 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" 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 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 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 singin' 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 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" |
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from Don Mclean - Legendary Songs Of Don Mclean (2004)
And I love you so,
The people ask me how, How I've lived till now I tell them "I don't know" I guess they understand How lonely life has been But life began again The day you took my hand And yes I know how lonely life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening bring me down Now that you're around me And you love me too Your thoughts are just for me You set my spirit free I'm happy that you do The book of life is brief And once a page is read All but love is dead This is my belief And yes I know how loveless life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening get me down Now that you're around me And I love you so The people ask me how, How I've lived till now I tell them "I don't know" |
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from Don Mclean - Legendary Songs Of Don Mclean (2004)
And if she asks you why you can tell her that I told you
That I'm tired of Castles in the Air I've got a dream I want the world to share an' castle walls Just leave me to despair Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky A dream come true, I'll live there 'til I die I'm asking you, to say my last goodbye The love we knew, ain't worth another try Save me from all the trouble and the pain I know I'm weak but I can't face that girl again Tell her the reasons why I can't remain Perhaps she'll understand if you tell it to her plain Oh, but how can words express the feel of sunlight In the morning in the hills away from city strife I need a country woman for my wife I'm city born but I love the country life For I will not be part of her Cocktail-Generation Partner's Waltz, Devoid of all romance The music plays and everyone must dance I'm bowing out, I need a second chance Save me from all the trouble and the pain I know I'm weak but I can't face that girl again Tell her the reasons why I can't remain Perhaps she'll understand if you tell it to her plain And if she asks you why you can tell her that I told you That I'm tired of Castles in the Air I've got a dream I want the world to share an' castle walls Just lead me to despair |
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from Don Mclean - Legendary Songs Of Don Mclean (2004)
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. |
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from Don Mclean - Legendary Songs Of Don Mclean (2004)
I was alright for a while
I could smile for a while But when I saw you last night You held my hand so tight When you stopped to say 'hello' And though you wished to me well you couldn't tell That I'd been Crying over you Crying over you Then you said to so long Left me standing all alone Alone and crying. Crying Crying Crying It's hard to understand That the touch of your hand can start me crying I thought that I was over you But it's true, so true I love you even more than I did before But, darling, what can I do? While you don't love me And I'll always be Crying over you Crying over you Yes, now you're gone And from this moment on I'll be crying (crying) Crying (crying) Crying (crying) Crying over you Over you Over you |
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from Don Mclean - Legendary Songs Of Don Mclean (2004)
I feel like a spinning top or a Dreidel
The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle You just slow down Round and around the world you go Spinning through the lives of the people you know We all slow down How you gonna keep on turning from day to day? How you gonna keep from turning your life away? No days you can borrow, no time you can buy. No trust in tomorrow. It's a lie. And I feel like I'm dippin' and divin'. My sky shoes are spiked with lead heels. I'm lost in this star car I'm drivin'. But my air sole keeps pushin' big wheels. My world is a constant confusion. My mind is prepared to attack. My past a persuasive illusion. I'm watchin' the future it's black. What do you know? You know just what you perceive. What can you show? Nothing of what you believe. And as you grow, each thread of life that you leave Will spin around your deeds and dictate your needs As you sell your soul and you sow your seeds And you wound yourself and your loved one bleed And your habits grow, and your conscience feeds On all that you thought you should be I never thought this could happen to me. I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel. The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle. You just slow down. Round and around the world you go Spinning through the lives of the people you know. We all slow down. How you gonna keep on turning from day to day? How you gonna keep from turning your life away? Oh.. I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel. The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle. You just slow down. |
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