Don McLean Quotes

Every thread of creation is held in position
By still other strands of things living.
In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
Of smouldering cities so gray and so vulgar,
As not to be satisfied with their own negativity
But needing to touch all the living as well.

Wonderful baby, nothin' to fear.
Love whom you will, but doubt what you hear.
They'll whisper sweet things to make untrue.
So be good to yourself, that's all you can do.<p>You're a wonderful baby livin' on love
The sandman says maybe he'll take you above,
Up where the girls fly on ribbons and bows,
Where babies float by, just counting their toes.

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.

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.<p>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.

Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. For they could not love you, But still your love was true And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night You took your life as lovers often do, But I could have told you, Vincent, This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen — They did not know how, Perhaps they'll listen now.

And I love you so
The people ask me how
How I've lived till now
I tell them I don't know.<p>I guess they understand
How lonely life has been
But life began again
The day you took my hand.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen They're not listening still... Perhaps they never will...

Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died?

Faces come and faces go in circular rotation.
But something yearns within to grow beyond infatuation.

I feel like a spinning top or a Dreidel
The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle
You just slow down
Round and around this world you go
Spinning through the lives of the people you know
We all slow down.

Starry starry night, Paint your palette blue and grey Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul…

In light of the recent events in Texas, I have decided it would be disrespectful and hurtful for me to perform for the NRA at their convention in Houston this week. I’m sure all the folks planning to attend this event are shocked and sickened by these events as well. After all, we are all Americans. I share the sorrow for this terrible, cruel loss with the rest of the nation.

No days you can borrow, no time you can buy.
No trust in tomorrow. It's a lie.

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 woudn'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.