2007年12月2日星期日

歌中有畫的Don mclean- Vincent

Don Mclean是70年代一位非常突出的民謠歌手,
這首歌是他看到畫家Vincent van Gogh的傑作後,
深受畫中意境的感動所寫成, 有聲的詩與這些名畫一同欣賞,
賞心樂事也。



Vincent 文生·梵谷 / 文森特·梵高(Vincent van Gogh)

Starry starry night paint your palette blue and grey 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.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen they did not know how perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry starry night flaming flo'rs 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.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. 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 have told you Vincent this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met the ragged men in ragged clothes the silver thorn of bloddy rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen they're not list'ning still perhaps they never will.
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American Pie
是記念民歌手Buddy Holly 之死而作
The song's lyrics are the subject of much curiosity. Although McLean dedicated the American Pie album to Buddy Holly, none of the singers in the plane crash are identified by name in the song itself. Asked what "American Pie" meant, McLean once replied, "It means I never have to work again."[1] Later, he more seriously stated, "You will find many 'interpretations' of my lyrics but none of them by me...Sorry to leave you all on your own like this but long ago I realized that songwriters should make their statements and move on, maintaining a dignified silence."


A long long time agoI 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 shiverWith 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 shoesMan,
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 [Lenin?] 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 diedWe 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 quickJack
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 hellCould break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrifical riteI saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music diedHe 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 ryeS
ingin' this'll be the day that I die.


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