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American Pie
by Don Mclean
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 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 levy but the levy was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye,
singing "This will be the day that I die. This will 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 broncing buck
with a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
but I knew I was out of luck
the day the music died.
I started singing--
bye bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye,
singing "This will be the day that I die. This will be the day that I die."
Now for ten years, we've been on our own
and moss grows fat on a rolling stone,
but that's not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
in a coat he borrowed from James Dean,
in 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,
the quartet practiced in the park.
And we sang dirges in the dark,
the day the music died.
We were singing--
bye bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye,
singing "This will be the day that I die. This will be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off the 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
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--
bye bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye,
singing "This will be the day that I die. This will 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 candle stick cause
the 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 planes climbed high into the night
it took like the sacrificial rite.
I saw Satan laughing with delight
the day the music died.
He was singing--
bye bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye,
singing "This will be the day that I die. This will 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, the son and the holy ghost,
they caught the last train for the coast
the day the music died.
And they were singing--
bye bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye,
singing "This will be the day that I die. This will be the day that I die."
They were singing bye bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye,
singing "This will be the day that I die."
不知道有谁能给我翻译一下……
以我目前的对美国60年代的了解，很多典故都不清楚……
不过这首歌好听得要死啊……1971年的美国民谣史诗……
宁静温泉
歌手：罗大佑 专辑：美丽岛
词:林夕
曲:罗大佑
编曲·程式编写·键盘:陶喆
和声:罗大佑等
怎麽看怎麽听怎麽说
我们终于在极喧闹中寻找静默
看一切灰飞烟灭只为了复活
在死荫幽谷中怕谁寂寞
心灵啊我最后的家
相遇之前总有个分离啊
心灵啊回到谁的家
总想谁的笑容去解答
谁的是谁的非谁的错
人间慈悲的姊妹啊啊请你保护我
没有人争议的夜晚共享清醒
在有生多情之年相互解脱
心灵啊我最初的家
告别我们邂逅的巴别塔
心灵啊谁都不说话
天地一刹那开出一朵花
一切错误都在等待宽恕
只有原谅能消灭痛苦
只有一无所求才让所有人满足
一切故事一开始就等待结束
什麽样的幸福要你去追逐
忘了的问题就不用解答
PS:歌词来自百度，很有***味道也比较抽象…至于曲调……老罗就是强……
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