Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
AMERICAN PIE - 歌詞試解
Annotation Verse 6:6
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I met a girl .... JANIS JOPLIN
"騷靈歌后 Queen of Soul" 1970年十月四日因服用過量"海洛英" 而暴斃家中, 她的一曲 " Me and Bobby McGee " 令 Don McLean 對她極為賞識。
ME AND BOBBY McGEE
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
"Sacred Store" 指由 Bill Graham 開設於 Fillmore West 的唱片店, 是搖滾樂迷著名的聚集地方, 該店聲稱: " 再沒有人對往日的音樂感興趣了! "
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
FLOWER CHILDREN
60年代的青春浪漫, 變成遣憾的回憶, 随之而至就是 "嬉皮士" 式的示威與被武力鎮壓, 世界在轉變成另一思潮。Flower Children "Hippies" 曾因 69 和 70年的反戰示威集會, 一次在 Barclay Park 的暴動, 遭到警方和國家警衛隊的驅趕鎮壓, 引至流血傷亡的事件。這年代的詩人、戀人、歌者均感心力交瘁, 嬉戲歡愉沉寂無聲, 愛與和平漸被遺忘, 教堂鐘聲已成絕嚮。
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
"Sacred Store" 指由 Bill Graham 開設於 Fillmore West 的唱片店, 是搖滾樂迷著名的聚集地方, 該店聲稱: " 再沒有人對往日的音樂感興趣了! "
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
FLOWER CHILDREN
60年代的青春浪漫, 變成遣憾的回憶, 随之而至就是 "嬉皮士" 式的示威與被武力鎮壓, 世界在轉變成另一思潮。Flower Children "Hippies" 曾因 69 和 70年的反戰示威集會, 一次在 Barclay Park 的暴動, 遭到警方和國家警衛隊的驅趕鎮壓, 引至流血傷亡的事件。這年代的詩人、戀人、歌者均感心力交瘁, 嬉戲歡愉沉寂無聲, 愛與和平漸被遺忘, 教堂鐘聲已成絕嚮。
FLOWER CHILDREN 的歌曲. . .
"SAN FRANCISCO" Scott McKenzie :
" If you going to San Francisco, be sure you wear some flowers in your hair "
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
And they were singing . . .
Don McLean 是一位虔誠基督徒。聖父、聖子、聖靈、相對 Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper - Jiles Perry Richardson, Richie Valens 或比喻 John Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Robert Kennedy ? 他們均逺離塵世, 雖然音樂已逝, 而今天仍然歌聲不絶 . . .
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
EPILOGUE 结語 . . .
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
EPILOGUE 结語 . . .
THE SOUND OF SILENCE 完美的沉寂
Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come with talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone
Neath the halo of a streetlamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw, ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared, and no one dared
To stir the sound of silence
Fool, said I, you do not know, silence, like a cancer, grows
Hear my words and I might teach you, take my arms then I might reach you
But my words, like silent raindrops fell, and echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they'd made
And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming
And the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls, and whispered in the sounds of silence
Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone
Neath the halo of a streetlamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw, ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared, and no one dared
To stir the sound of silence
Fool, said I, you do not know, silence, like a cancer, grows
Hear my words and I might teach you, take my arms then I might reach you
But my words, like silent raindrops fell, and echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they'd made
And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming
And the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls, and whispered in the sounds of silence
Don McLean - The meaning of American Pie (UPDATE)