Don McLean nasceu em 2 de outubro de 1945, em Nova York. Cantor e compositor, ficou famoso pela canção American Pie, elegia folk-pop de oito minutos e meio que atingiu o topo das paradas americanas. Iniciou sua carreira em meados dos anos 60, tocando em clubes nova-iorquinos, escolas primárias e em prol de causas ambientais.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Verse 1] GGsus4GAm Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and grey CDG Look out on a summer's day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul GGsus4GAm Shadows on the hills, Sketch the trees and daffodills CDG Catch the breeze and winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land
[Chorus] AmDGG/F#Em And now I understand what you tried to say to me, AmDEm How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free, AAmDG They would not listen, they did not know how, Perhaps they'll listen now
[Verse 2] GGsus4GAm Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that Brightly blaze, CDG Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflecting Vincent’s eyes of China Blue GGsus4GAm Colors changing hue, Morning fields of amber grain CDG Weathered faces lined with pain Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand
[Chorus] AmDGG/F#Em And now I understand what you tried to say to me, AmDEm How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free, AAmDG They would not listen, they did not know how, Perhaps they'll listen now
[Bridge] AmDGG/F#Em For they could not love you, but still your love was true AmCm And when no hope was left in sight On that starry, starry night, GFE7 You took your life as lovers oftern do AmC But I could have told you, Vincent, this world was DG Never meant for one as beautiful as you
[Verse 3] GGsus4GAm Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, CDG Frames heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can’t forget GGsus4GAm Like the strangers that you’ve met The ragged men in ragged clothes CDG The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie Crushed and broken on the virgin snow
[Chorus] AmDGG/F#Em And now I think I know what you tried to say to me, AmDEm How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free, AAmDG They would not listen, they’re not listening still, perhaps the never will