Donald "Don" McLean
生於1945年十月二日 New Rochelle, New York. 兒時因患上哮喘病而延誤了一段時期才入學, 此病對音樂課程的影响最大, 但仍不減他對音樂的熱衷, 年幼時已對民歌很大興趣。
十歲已是樂隊 "The Weavers" 的追隨者, 早上當派報童, 儲蓄工資至十六歲才買第一枝木結他, 及後開始向音樂業界接觸, 交上 Erik Darling (後成為 The Weavers 成員之一) 為朋友, 年二十歲, Don McLean 的第一次参與唱片製作是與 Erik Darling 為 Lisa Kindred 的個人專輯唱片 "I LIKE IT THIS WAY" 錄音, 當時仍在求學 . . . .
KISSES SWEETER THAN WINE - The Weavers
Album Title: I Like It This Way
Artist: Lisa Kindred, with Erik Darling & Don McleanMusic Format: Stereo
Label: Vanguard
Catalogue Number: VSD-79196
Issue Year: 1965
1970 First Album - " TAPESTRY "
Side one
1."Castles in the Air"
2."General Store"
3."Magdalene Lane"
4."Tapestry"
5."Respectable"
6."Orphans of Wealth"
Side two
7."Three Flights Up"
8."And I Love You So"
9."Bad Girl"
10."Circus Song"
11."No Reason for Your Dreams"
Don McLean - Aged 17
"AND I LOVE YOU SO"
"TAPESTRY"
Every thread of creation is held in position
By still other strands of things living
In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
Of smoldering cities, so gray and so vulgar,
As not to be satisfied with their own negativity,
But needing to touch all the living as well.
And every breeze that blows kindly is one crystal breath
We exhale on the blue diamond heaven:
As gentle to touch as the hands of the healer,
As soft as farewells whispered over the coffin.
We're poisoned by venom with each breath we take
From the brown sulfur chimney and the black highway snake.
And every dawn that breaks golden is held in suspension
Like the yolk of the egg in albumen.
Where the birth and the death of unseen generations
Are interdependant in vast orchestration,
And painted in colors of tapestry thread
When the dying are born and the living are dead.
And every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid moment
That flows through the veins of your being.
Like a river of life flowing on since creation
Approaching the sea with each new generation,
You're now just a stagnant and rancid disgrace
That is rapidly drowning the whole human race.
And every fish that swims silent, every bird that fly freely
Every doe that steps softly,
Every crisp leaf that falls, all the flowers that grow,
On this colorful tapestry, somehow they know
That if man is allowed to destroy all we need
He will soon have to pay with his life for his greed