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Don McLean: The Best of Don McLean

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: EMI Records
Released: 1991
Time:
 72:18
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.don-mclean.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 1998
Price in €: 9,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] American Pie (Don McLean) - 8:32
[2] Castles in the Air (Don McLean) - 3:41
[3] Dreidel (Don McLean) - 3:46
[4] Winterwood (Don McLean) - 3:11
[5] Everyday (N.Petty/G.Harden) - 2:26
[6] Sister Fatima (Don McLean) - 2:33
[7] Empty Chairs (Don McLean) - 3:26
[8] The Birthday Song (Don McLean) - 2:37
[9] Wonderful Baby (Don McLean) - 2:04
[10] La La I Love You (Don McLean) - 3:46
[11] Vincent (Don McLean) - 4:01
[12] Crossroads (Don McLean) - 3:39
[13] And I Love You (Don McLean) - 4:16
[14] Fools Paradise (Linsley/N.Petty/Le Glaire) - 4:05
[15] If We Try (Don McLean) - 3:34
[16] Mountains Of Mourne (P.French/H.Collisson) - 4:29
[17] The Grave (Don McLean) - 3:12
[18] Respectable (Don McLean) - 2:28
[19] Going For The Gold (C.Bowder/J.W.Ryles) - 2:43
[20] Crying (Roy Orbison/J.Melson) - 3:51

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Don McLean - Voices, Acoustic Guitar

Ed Freeman - Producer on [1], [3]-[8], [11]-[12], [14]-[17] and [19]
Larry Butler - Producer on [2], [20]
Joel Dorn - Producer on [9], [10]
Jerry Corbett - Producer on [13], [18]

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


Sogar Madonna's furchtbares remake von American Pie hat nichts daran geändert daß, Don McLean vor allem für zwei Lieder bekannt ist: American Pie und Vincent. Millionen von Menschen verbinden mit diesen Liedern Emotionen, die sie nicht missen möchten. Und genau so voll mit Emotionen und Entspannung sind die anderen Lieder vom Gitarrenbarden Don McLean, die den beiden Hits in nichts nachstehen. Nicht umsonst wurde die Originalversion des Liedes "Killing me softly" auf Don McLean komponiert, weil er es so gut verstand, seine Emotionen in poetische Worte und zauberhafte Gitarrenklänge zu verpacken. Seine Melodie, seine Harmonien und seine Stimme sind einzigartig und stellen für viele das Idealbild eines Sängers dar. Die ganze CD ist ein Traum, der absolut zu empfehlen ist!!
 

 L y r i c s


 American Pie


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
{Refrain}
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 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'
{Refrain}

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 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
{Refrain}

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 half-time 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
{Refrain}

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 sacrifical rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing
{Refrain}

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
{Refrain}

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
Singin' this'll be the day that I die


Vincent

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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