Biografía:
Don McLean (nacido el 2 de octubre de 1945 en New Rochelle, Nueva York) es un cantautor estadounidense, principalmente famoso por su balada de 1971 "American Pie", sobre un suceso conocido como -El Día Que La Música Murió- y que involucra la muerte de Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens y Big Booper en un accidente aéreo. Este tema, en 2001, fue versionado por Madonna en su disco "Music".
Un poema sobre McLean, "Killing Me Softly With His Blues" de Lori Lieberman
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Otras canciones:
- American Pie
- And I Love You So
- Babylon
- Castles In The Air
- Crossroads
- Crying
- Empty Chairs
- Magdalene Lane
- Since I Don't Have You
- Vincent
- Vincent (starry Starry Night)
- Vincent (starry, Starry Night)
- Birthday Song
- Bronco Bills Lament
- Chain Lightning
- Dreidel
- Every Day
- Everybody Loves Me Baby
- Flight Of Dragons
- Going For The Gold
- Great Big Man
- Homeless Brother
- If I Only Had A Match
- Jerusalem
- La La I Love You
- Legend Of Andrew Mccrew
- Mountains O Mourne
- Oh My What A Shame
- On The Amazon
- Orphans Of Wealth
- Prime Time
- Respectable
- Since I Dont Have You
- The Grave
- The More You Pay
- The Pride Parade
- Till Tomorrow
- When Love Begins
- Winter Has Me In Its Grip
- Winterwood
- Wonderful Baby
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Artist: Don Mclean
Song: Everybody Loves Me Baby
Album: American Pie
One of my favourite songs from the album, I figured there are no chords here. A shame really.
Enjoy!
Intro:
A D A- D-E
e------------------------|
B------------------------|
G------------------------|
D------------------------|
A-0--2-4-5--4-2-0-4-5-7--|
E------------------------|
A F#m D E
Fortune has me well in hand, armies 'wait at my command
Bm E D A D A-D-E
My gold lies in a foreign land buried deep beneath the sand
A F#m D E
The angels guide my every tread, my enemies are sick or dead
Bm E D A D A-D-E
But all the victories I've led haven't brought you to my bed
CHORUS:
A F#m
You see, everybody loves me, baby,
D E
what's the matter with you
Bm E
Wont you tell me what did I do
A D A-D-E
to offend you?
Now the purest race I've bred for thee to live in my democracy
And the highest human pedigree awaits the first-born boy baby
And my face on every coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved
My own flag is forever waved by the grateful people I have saved
CHORUS
Now, no land is beyond my claim when land is seized in the people's name
By evil men who rob and maim, if war is hell, I'm not to blame!
Why, you can't blame me, I'm Heaven's child, I'm the second son of Mary mild
And I'm twice removed from Oscar Wilde, but he didn't mind, why, he just smiled
Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk through, and the clouds dissolve and the sky turns blue
I'm held in very great value by everyone I meet but you
'cause I've used my talents as I could, I've done some bad, I've done some good
I did a whole lot better than they thought I would so, c'mon and treat me like you should!
CHORUS X 3
As always, for corrections you can email me:
[email protected]
Song: Everybody Loves Me Baby
Album: American Pie
One of my favourite songs from the album, I figured there are no chords here. A shame really.
Enjoy!
Intro:
A D A- D-E
e------------------------|
B------------------------|
G------------------------|
D------------------------|
A-0--2-4-5--4-2-0-4-5-7--|
E------------------------|
A F#m D E
Fortune has me well in hand, armies 'wait at my command
Bm E D A D A-D-E
My gold lies in a foreign land buried deep beneath the sand
A F#m D E
The angels guide my every tread, my enemies are sick or dead
Bm E D A D A-D-E
But all the victories I've led haven't brought you to my bed
CHORUS:
A F#m
You see, everybody loves me, baby,
D E
what's the matter with you
Bm E
Wont you tell me what did I do
A D A-D-E
to offend you?
Now the purest race I've bred for thee to live in my democracy
And the highest human pedigree awaits the first-born boy baby
And my face on every coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved
My own flag is forever waved by the grateful people I have saved
CHORUS
Now, no land is beyond my claim when land is seized in the people's name
By evil men who rob and maim, if war is hell, I'm not to blame!
Why, you can't blame me, I'm Heaven's child, I'm the second son of Mary mild
And I'm twice removed from Oscar Wilde, but he didn't mind, why, he just smiled
Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk through, and the clouds dissolve and the sky turns blue
I'm held in very great value by everyone I meet but you
'cause I've used my talents as I could, I've done some bad, I've done some good
I did a whole lot better than they thought I would so, c'mon and treat me like you should!
CHORUS X 3
As always, for corrections you can email me:
[email protected]
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