About This Song
“American Pie” is a 1971 epic ballad written and performed by American singer-songwriter Don McLean. It is one of McLean’s most popular and critically acclaimed songs, and has been covered by numerous artists. The song is notable for its length (nearly eight minutes), its complex structure, and its rich tapestry of imagery.
The song’s lyrics are a meditation on the 1960s, a period of social and cultural upheaval in the United States. McLean reflects on the assassination of John F. Kennedy, the rise of the counterculture movement, and the Vietnam War. He also pays tribute to a number of popular culture figures from the era, including Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley, and the Beatles.
“American Pie” is a complex and ambiguous song, and its meaning has been debated by critics and fans for decades. Some interpret the song as a lament for the loss of innocence, while others see it as a celebration of the 1960s counterculture. Whatever its interpretation, “American Pie” is a powerful and enduring anthem that continues to resonate with listeners today.
Here are some of the key themes and symbols in “American Pie”:
- The music industry: The song is set against the backdrop of the 1960s music industry, with references to Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley, and the Beatles. McLean suggests that the music of the 1960s had a profound impact on American culture, and that its decline is a reflection of a broader social loss.
- The Vietnam War: The war is mentioned in the song’s bridge, and is represented by the image of “the day the music died.” McLean suggests that the war was a turning point in American history, and that it ushered in a period of disillusionment and cynicism.
- The counterculture movement: The song also reflects on the rise of the counterculture movement, which challenged traditional values and advocated for social change. McLean suggests that the movement was both a positive and negative force, and that it ultimately failed to achieve its goals.
- The American Dream: The song is ultimately a meditation on the American Dream, which McLean suggests is under threat. He sings of a time when “America was young” and “there were fights on every street corner,” suggesting that the country has lost its spirit of idealism.
“American Pie” is a complex and multifaceted song that continues to be interpreted and debated by critics and fans. It is a powerful anthem that captures the essence of the 1960s, and its legacy is sure to endure for generations to come.
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A long, long time ago, I can still rememberHow 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 whileBut February made me shiverWith 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 diedSo, bye, bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey in 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 dancing in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Then 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 diedI 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 in Rye 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 ownAnd 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 meOh, and while the king was looking downThe jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lennon read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music diedWe were singin’, “Bye-bye Miss American Pie”Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey in Rye Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die”Helter Skelter in the summer swelterThe birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and fallin’ fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a castNow, the half-time air was sweet perfumeWhile 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?We 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 in Rye And singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die”Oh, and there we were, all in one placeA 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 friendOh, and as I watched him on the stageMy 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 diedHe was singin’, “Bye-bye, Miss American Pie”Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey in Rye And singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die”I met a girl who sang the bluesAnd 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 playAnd in the streets, the children screamedThe 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 diedAnd they were singin’, “Bye-bye, Miss American Pie”Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry And Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey in Rye Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die”They were singin’, “Bye-bye, Miss American Pie”Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey in Rye Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die”