Don McLean (nacido el 2 de octubre de 1945 en New Rochelle, Nueva York) es un cantautor estadounidense, principalmente famoso por su balada de 1971 "American Pie", sobre un suceso conocido como -El Día Que La Música Murió- y que involucra la muerte de Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens y Big Booper en un accidente aéreo. Este tema, en 2001, fue versionado por Madonna en su disco "Music". Un poema sobre McLean, "Killing Me Softly With His Blues" de Lori Lieberman
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
G Starry starry night Am Paint your palette blue and gray C Look out on a summer's day D7G With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
G Shadows on the hills Am Sketch the trees and the daffodils C Catch the breeze and the winter chills D7G In colors on the snowy linen land
AmD7 Now I understand GEm7 What you tried to say to me AmD7 And how you suffered for your sanity Em7 And how you tried to set them free A7Am They would not listen they did not know how D7G Perhaps they'll listen now
G Starry starry night Am Flaming flowers that brightly blaze C Swirling clouds in violet haze D7G Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue Am Morning fields of amber grain C Weathered faces lined in pain D7G Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
AmD7 Now I understand GEm7 What you tried to say to me AmD7 And how you suffered for your sanity Em7 And how you tried to set them free
A7Am They would not listen they did not know how D7G Perhaps they'll listen now
AmD7 For they could not love you G But still your love was true Am And when no hope was left in sight Cm On that starry starry night
GEm7A7 You took your life as lovers often do Am But I could've told you Vincent C This world was never meant for D7G One as beautiful as you
G Starry starry night Am Portraits hung in empty halls C Frame-less heads on nameless walls D7G With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met Am The ragged men in ragged clothes C The silver thorn of bloody rose D7G Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
AmD7 Now I think I know GEm7 What you tried to say to me AmD7 And how you suffered for your sanity Em7 And how you tried to set them free
A7Am They would not listen they're not listening still D7G Perhaps they never will