Don Mclean - Favorites And Rarities - The Very Best Of [compilation] (2003)

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RELEASE DATE:	2003-03-04
DURATION:	144:40
# OF TRACKS:	42
ALBUM TYPE:	컴필레이션, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	포크 팝 락
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	562

TRACKS

Disc 1

Castles In The Air

Don Mclean

2:54

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 And castle walls just lead me to despair. Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky, A dream come true, I'll live there till 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. 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 cannot be part of the cocktail generation: Partners 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 And castle walls just lead me to despair

4:17

8:35

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"

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"

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Vincent

Don Mclean

4:01

Vincent / Don Mclean Stary stary night 별이 총총한 밤 Paint your palette blue and gray 그대의 팔레트는 파랑과 회색으로 색칠하고 Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul 내 영혼의 어두운 면을 바라보는 눈으로 여름날의 밖을 바라보아요 Shadows on the hills 언덕위의 그림자 Sketch the trees and the daffodils 나무와 수선화를 스케치하고 Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land 눈처럼 하얀 리넨 화폭에 미풍과 겨울의 추위를 그려보세요 Now I understand What you tried to say to me 당신이 뭘 말하려 했는지 난 이제야 알 것 같군요 And how you suffered for your sanity 온전한 정신은 찾으려고 당신이 얼마나 고통을 겪었는지 And how you tried to set them free 그리고 사람들을 자유롭게 하려고 얼마나 노력했는지 They would not listen they did not know how 사람들은 들으려 하지 않았고 어떻게 듣는지도 모르죠 Perhaps they listen now 아마도 지금은 귀기울여 들을 거예요 Stary stary night Flamin' flowers that brightly blaze 별이 총총한 밤 밝게 타오르는 듯 활짝 피어난 꽃과 Swirling clouds in violet haze 보랏빛 안개속에 소용돌이치는 구름이 Reflect in vincent's eyes of China blue Colors changing hue 빈센트의 파아란 눈망울에 비칩니다 Morning field of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed 곡식이 익는 황금빛의 아침 들판으로 색은 바뀌고 Beneath artist's loving hand 고통으로 주름진 지친 얼굴은 예술가의 사랑스런 솜씨로 위로 받아요 For they could not love you But still your love was true 그들은 당신을 사랑할 수 없었기에, 하지만 당신의 사랑은 여전히 진실했죠 And when no hope was left incide On that stary stary night You took your life as lovers often do 그리고 내 맘속에 아무런 희망도 남지 않은 별이 총총한 밤에 연인들이 자주 하듯이 당신의 삶을 가져가 버렸죠 But I could have told you Vincent 하지만 난 당신께 이렇게 말했어야 했어요. 빈센트 This world was never meant For one as beautiful as you 이 세상은 당신과 같은 아름다운 사람에게는 아무런 의미가 없어요 Stary stray night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls 별이 총총한 밤 텅빈 홀에 세상을 바라보는 눈과 함께 걸린 초상화 이름 없는 벽에 액자도 없이 걸려있죠 With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the straingers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes 잊을 수 없어요 당신이 만난 이방인같이 누더기옷을 입은 초라한 사람 The silver thorn of a bloody rose 빨간 장미의 은색 가시 Like crushed and broken on the virgin snow And now I think I know 아무도 밟지 않는 눈 위에 뭉개지고 부서진 것 같은 What you tried to say to me 당신이 뭘 말하려 했는지 난 이제야 알 것 같군요 And how you suffered for your sanity 온전한 정신은 찾으려고 당신이 얼마나 고통을 겪었는지 And how you tried to set them free 그리고 사람들을 자유롭게 하려고 얼마나 노력했는지 They would not listen they're not listening still 사람들은 들으려 하지 않았고 어떻게 듣는지도 모르죠 perhaps they never will 아마도 지금은 귀기울여 들을 거예요

Vincent / Don Mclean      Stary stary night 별이 총총한 밤 Paint your palette blue and gray 그대의 팔레트는 파랑과 회색으로 색칠하고 Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul 내 영혼의 어두운 면을 바라보는 눈으로 여름날의 밖을 바라보아요  Shadows on the hills 언덕위의 그림자 Sketch the trees and the daffodils 나무와 수선화를 스케치하고 Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land 눈처럼 하얀 리넨 화폭에 미풍과 겨울의 추위를 그려보세요 Now I understand What you tried to say to me 당신이 뭘 말하려 했는지 난 이제야 알 것 같군요 And how you suffered for your sanity 온전한 정신은 찾으려고 당신이 얼마나 고통을 겪었는지 And how you tried to set them free 그리고 사람들을 자유롭게 하려고 얼마나 노력했는지 They would not listen they did not know how 사람들은 들으려 하지 않았고 어떻게 듣는지도 모르죠 Perhaps they listen now 아마도 지금은 귀기울여 들을 거예요  Stary stary night Flamin' flowers that brightly blaze 별이 총총한 밤 밝게 타오르는 듯 활짝 피어난 꽃과 Swirling clouds in violet haze 보랏빛 안개속에 소용돌이치는 구름이 Reflect in vincent's eyes of China blue Colors changing hue 빈센트의 파아란 눈망울에 비칩니다 Morning field of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed 곡식이 익는 황금빛의 아침 들판으로 색은 바뀌고 Beneath artist's loving hand 고통으로 주름진 지친 얼굴은 예술가의 사랑스런 솜씨로 위로 받아요 For they could not love you But still your love was true 그들은 당신을 사랑할 수 없었기에, 하지만 당신의 사랑은 여전히 진실했죠 And when no hope was left incide On that stary stary night You took your life as lovers often do 그리고 내 맘속에 아무런 희망도 남지 않은 별이 총총한 밤에 연인들이 자주 하듯이 당신의 삶을 가져가 버렸죠 But I could have told you Vincent 하지만 난 당신께 이렇게 말했어야 했어요. 빈센트 This world was never meant For one as beautiful as you 이 세상은 당신과 같은 아름다운 사람에게는 아무런 의미가 없어요 Stary stray night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls 별이 총총한 밤 텅빈 홀에 세상을 바라보는 눈과 함께 걸린 초상화 이름 없는 벽에 액자도 없이 걸려있죠 With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the straingers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes 잊을 수 없어요 당신이 만난 이방인같이 누더기옷을 입은 초라한 사람 The silver thorn of a bloody rose 빨간 장미의 은색 가시 Like crushed and broken on the virgin snow And now I think I know 아무도 밟지 않는 눈 위에 뭉개지고 부서진 것 같은 What you tried to say to me  당신이 뭘 말하려 했는지 난 이제야 알 것 같군요 And how you suffered for your sanity 온전한 정신은 찾으려고 당신이 얼마나 고통을 겪었는지 And how you tried to set them free 그리고 사람들을 자유롭게 하려고 얼마나 노력했는지 They would not listen they're not listening still 사람들은 들으려 하지 않았고 어떻게 듣는지도 모르죠 perhaps they never will 아마도 지금은 귀기울여 들을 거예요

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Babylon

Don Mclean