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!
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The auctioneer said, I'm not through yet,
C A D
Here's a horse the likes of which you've never seen,
G C B Am Em
And the straw hats in the sun, with a face beneath each one,
CB G Am
Shown doubtful and the auctioneer got mean.
Am G F E
Do you think that you can find a horse like this every day?
Am G F E
I don't think there's any better on this earth,
Am E Am
And the more you pay, the more it's worth.
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Then out she came, a snow-white mare,
C A D
Prancin' and a dancin' in the silver sun,
G C B Am Em
They watched her from behind, as she did her bump and grind,
CB G Am
Walkin' naked, sad and graceful for their fun.
Am G F E
Oh how I wished I could afford that lady painted white,
Am G F E
A queen with high nobility of birth,
Am E Am
But the more you pay, the more it's worth.
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My pockets hung with empty blues,
C A D
Silent heels were standin' on my growin' pains,
G C B Am Em
My bid was not too bad, two bits was all I had,
CB G Am
And the stable boy just handed me the reins.
Am G F E
Well the gallery went wild, and the auctioneer half smiled,
Am G F E
What we don't sell we shoot or give away,
Am E Am
'Cause the more you pay, the more it's worth.
Bm Em Bm Em
And where was the boy, who rode on her back,
Bm Em A
With his arms holding tight round her neck?
Bm Em
How tightly he clung,
Bm Em
When they both were young,
C B Am
And fate had not let this poor girl be so
Em
Disgraced.
http://www.youtube.com/mattnourse
The auctioneer said, I'm not through yet,
C A D
Here's a horse the likes of which you've never seen,
G C B Am Em
And the straw hats in the sun, with a face beneath each one,
CB G Am
Shown doubtful and the auctioneer got mean.
Am G F E
Do you think that you can find a horse like this every day?
Am G F E
I don't think there's any better on this earth,
Am E Am
And the more you pay, the more it's worth.
D
Then out she came, a snow-white mare,
C A D
Prancin' and a dancin' in the silver sun,
G C B Am Em
They watched her from behind, as she did her bump and grind,
CB G Am
Walkin' naked, sad and graceful for their fun.
Am G F E
Oh how I wished I could afford that lady painted white,
Am G F E
A queen with high nobility of birth,
Am E Am
But the more you pay, the more it's worth.
D
My pockets hung with empty blues,
C A D
Silent heels were standin' on my growin' pains,
G C B Am Em
My bid was not too bad, two bits was all I had,
CB G Am
And the stable boy just handed me the reins.
Am G F E
Well the gallery went wild, and the auctioneer half smiled,
Am G F E
What we don't sell we shoot or give away,
Am E Am
'Cause the more you pay, the more it's worth.
Bm Em Bm Em
And where was the boy, who rode on her back,
Bm Em A
With his arms holding tight round her neck?
Bm Em
How tightly he clung,
Bm Em
When they both were young,
C B Am
And fate had not let this poor girl be so
Em
Disgraced.
http://www.youtube.com/mattnourse
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