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american pie《American Pie》（美国派）是美国民谣歌手Don McLean（唐·麦克林）在灵感泉涌中写下的一首超长的歌曲，不仅使他一夜成名，而且把他和他的这首作品一直流传到了21世纪的今天。
《American Pie》堪称一首史诗式的作品，纵观全球乐坛，能将一首长达8分34秒的歌曲唱得不仅不让人生厌，还让人们津津乐道并传颂几十年的现象可谓少之又少，而唐 ·麦克林和他的《American Pie》就做到了，如果作品里没有引人入胜的叙事性、没有内蕴幽远的深刻性，很难相信人们真会傻呆呆地将这幺长的时间消耗在一首歌曲里。
【american pie】《American Pie》是用音乐记录美国六十年代历史的一首史诗，没有春风得意的讚美，也没有针锋相对的批判，有的只是在轻快的民谣节奏中娓娓地道来——那里面有整整一个时代美国人所见、所思、所想，以及所经历的往事，而事实上正是这样不带主观评述的质朴歌声，最终打动了一代又一代的美国人，甚至是美国以外的人。
基本介绍外文名称：american pie
歌曲时长：8分34秒
歌曲原唱：Don McLean（唐·麦克林）
音乐风格：民谣
简介1971年，一直默默无闻的美国民谣歌手Don McLean（唐·麦克林）在灵感泉涌中写下了一首超长的歌曲《American Pie》（美国派），不仅使他一夜成名，而且把他和他的这首作品一直流传到了21世纪的今天。《American Pie》堪称一首史诗式的作品，纵观全球乐坛，能将一首长达8分34秒的歌曲唱得不仅不让人生厌，还让人们津津乐道并传颂几十年的现象可谓少之又少，而唐 ·麦克林和他的《American Pie》就做到了，如果作品里没有引人入胜的叙事性、没有内蕴幽远的深刻性，很难相信人们真会傻呆呆地将这幺长的时间消耗在一首歌曲里。《American Pie》是用音乐记录美国六十年代历史的一首史诗，没有春风得意的讚美，也没有针锋相对的批判，有的只是在轻快的民谣节奏中娓娓地道来——那里面有整整一个时代美国人所见、所思、所想，以及所经历的往事，而事实上正是这样不带主观评述的质朴歌声，最终打动了一代又一代的美国人，甚至是美国以外的人。歌词American PieBy:Don McLeanA long long time agoI can still remember how that music used to make me smileAnd I knew if I had my chanceThat I could make those people danceAnd maybe they'd be happy for a while.But February made me shiverWith every paper I'd deliverBad news on the doorstepI couldn't take one more stepI can't remember if I criedWhen I read about his widowed brideBut something touched me deep insideThe day the music diedSo Bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryAnd them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and ryeSingin' this'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I dieDid you write the Book of LoveAnd do you have faith in God aboveIf the Bible tells you soDo you believe in rock 'n rollCan music save your mortal soulAnd can you teach me how to dance real slowWell, I know that you're in love with him'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gymYou both kicked off your shoesMan, I dig those rhythm and bluesI was a lonely teenage broncin' buckWith a pink carnation and a pickup truckBut I knew I was out of luckThe day the music diedI started singin'Bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryAnd them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and ryeSingin' this'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I dieNow for ten years we've been on our ownAnd moss grows fat on a rollin' stoneBut that's not how it used to beWhen the jester sang for the King and QueenIn a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and meOh, and while the King was looking downThe jester stole his thorny crownThe courtroom was adjournedNo verdict was returnedAnd while Lennon read a book of MarxThe quartet practiced in the parkAnd we sang dirges in the darkThe day the music diedWe were singingBye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryAnd them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and ryeSingin' this'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I dieHelter Skelter in a summer swelterThe Byrds flew off with a fallout shelterEight miles high and falling fastIt landed foul out on the grassThe players tried for a forward passWith the jester on the sidelines in a castNow the half-time air was sweet perfumeWhile the Sergeants played a marching tuneWe all got up to danceOh, but we never got the chance'Cause the players tried to take the fieldThe marching band refused to yieldDo you recall what was revealedThe day the music diedWe started singingBye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryAnd them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I dieOh, and there we were all in one placeA generation Lost in SpaceWith no time left to start againSo come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quickJack Flash sat on a candlestick'Cause fire is the Devil's only friendOh, and as I watched him on the stageMy hands were clenched in fists of rageNo angel born in hellCould break that Satan's spellAnd as the flames climbed high into the nightTo light the sacrifical riteI saw Satan laughing with delightThe day the music diedHe was singingBye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryAnd them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and ryeSingin' this'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I dieI met a girl who sang the bluesAnd I asked her for some happy newsBut she just smiled and turned awayI went down to the sacred storeWhere I'd heard the music years beforeBut the man there said the music wouldn't playAnd in the streets the children screamedThe lovers cried, and the poets dreamedBut not a word was spokenThe church bells all were brokenAnd the three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy GhostThey caught the last train for the coastThe day the music diedAnd they were singingBye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryAnd them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and ryeSingin' this'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I dieThey were singing bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSingin' this'll be the day that I die