Detrás de American Pie

¿Cuáles son las referencias detrás de la maravillosa letra del viejo American Pie de Don McLean? Si tienes nueve minutos libres, échale un vistazo a este vídeo.

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Los que vivieron los sesenta los llaman «la década prodigiosa». Los que no los vivimos sabemos la verdad.

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  • #1 por InternationalDateline el 26/02/2008
    :) Gracias.
  • #2 por kosi_lópez el 26/02/2008
    Jodo como se lo curra la gente.

    Ya podían hacer alguno del libertad, libertad de Jarcha adaptado a estos tiempos tan, tan grises y rocambolescos.

    Buena entrada, gruñón.
  • #3 por texvo el 26/02/2008
    P.M

    gracias.
  • #4 por Sullibass el 26/02/2008
    Muy chulo
    y en español..
    hasta mañana,
    pastel de manzana...
  • #5 por svpagliuca el 26/02/2008
    Hermosa canción... el tipo es un genio :p aunque ya una amiga me había explicado la historia :)
  • #6 por xinoxano el 27/02/2008
    Igual esto ayuda:

    "A long, long time ago...
    I can still remember
    How that music used to make me smile.
    And I knew if I had my chance
    That I could make those people dance
    And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

    But february made me shiver
    With every paper I’d deliver.
    Bad news on the doorstep;
    I couldn’t take one more step.

    I can’t remember if I cried
    When I read about his widowed bride,
    But something touched me deep inside
    The day the music died.

    So 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."

    Did you write the book of love,
    And do you have faith in God above,
    If the Bible tells you so?
    Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
    Can music save your mortal soul,
    And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

    Well, I know that you’re in love with him
    `cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
    You both kicked off your shoes.
    Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

    I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
    With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
    But I knew I was out of luck
    The day the music died.

    I started singin’,
    "bye-bye, miss american pie."
    Drove my chevy to the levee,
    But the levee was dry.
    Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
    And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
    "this’ll be the day that I die."

    Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
    And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
    But that’s not how it used to be.
    When the jester sang for the king and queen,
    In a coat he borrowed from james dean
    And a voice that came from you and me,

    Oh, and while the king was looking down,
    The jester stole his thorny crown.
    The courtroom was adjourned;
    No verdict was returned.
    And while lennon read a book of marx,
    The quartet practiced in the park,
    And we sang dirges in the dark
    The day the music died.


    Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
    The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
    Eight miles high and falling fast.
    It landed foul on the grass.
    The players tried for a forward pass,
    With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

    Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
    While the sergeants played a marching tune.
    We all got up to dance,
    Oh, but we never got the chance!
    `cause the players tried to take the field;
    The marching band refused to yield.
    Do you recall what was revealed
    The day the music died?


    Oh, and there we were all in one place,
    A generation lost in space
    With no time left to start again.
    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


    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 wouldn’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.

    And they were singing,
    "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."

    Gracias por el articulo, muy interesante-.
  • #7 por nowhere_ss el 27/02/2008
    Los que vivieron los sesenta los llaman «la década prodigiosa». Los que no los vivimos sabemos la verdad. Cual es la verdad?