Hard to forget.
As big a hit as it was, it gets NO radio play anymore. =( Le sigh.
He uses a lot of wind instruments on that album. On Winter Has Me In Its Grip, he's got a flute, and on quite a few songs there's some brass in there, mostly trumpet. I dig wind instruments a lot. =D
I think my favourite song on there would be Great Big Man.
Haha, and if any of you have La La Love You, listen to the end and he says softly... "anywhere... except, uh..." and then you hear a dog barking. Cute.
I should say you might find this interesting....
Do any of you know of a site where I could find some good pictures of Don? I'm in need of some new icons of him, but I just can't find any pictures that I haven't seen before. I swear, I've searched Google high and low! Help, please?
Happy Birthday, Don!!
fifty-nine today. we love you!!!If I could say the things I feel, it wouldn't be the same
Some things are not spoken of, some things have no name...
Album: Don McLean
It started out quite simply, as complex things can do;
A set of sad transparencies 'til no one could see through,
But least of all the one inside, behind the iron glass;
A prisonor of all your dreams that never come to pass.
Alone you stand corrupted by the vision that you sought,
And blinded by your hunger all your apetites are bought,
But in spite of what becomes of you, your image will remain;
A reminder of your constant loss, a symbol of your gain.
And your friends are together,
Where the people are all gathered,
All along the road you travelled all your days.
And soon you have succumbed to what the others all believe,
And though the lie affects them still it's you that they decieve,
And all at once you're lost within the emptieness of you,
And there's no one left who's near enough to tell you what to do.
You're left with nothing but your self-potential in the dark,
Like tinder resting on a rock, protected from the spark,
But your fire just consumes you, you alone can feel the pain,
And you stand in all your glory and you know you can't complain.
But you are surely just as evil as the worst my tongue can tell,
For you'll never face my heaven and I'll not endure your hell.
You have lost your chance to mingle with your constant quiet lies;
Deceptions hidden with your lips, but spoken with your eyes.
For I know you for what you are not for that's really all you are.
And your talents of a minor order seem to stretch too far.
And we both know that this masquerade can't carry on too long.
You're deep inside the Pride Parade, but where do you belong?
Words & Music by Don McLean
I hate fashion, I hate it with a passion
are you a fashion victim, are you a fashion victim
are you a fashion victim, I bet you are.
I see them on the video, they're wearin' fashion shoes.
They're singin' 'bout their troubles. They never paid their dues.
The rhythm's in the background, the fashion's in the front.
They tricked us out of music with this latest fashion stunt.
The candidate is handsome, he's wearin' tailored clothes.
He's following the pollster everywhere he goes.
His teeth have all been straightened, his hair is very full.
His stupidity is hidden by this image-making bull.
School is just a showcase where fashion children go.
As long as they look cool, there's little they should know.
Ideas have no power when people cannot read.
Fashion can go sour, it's not cool to be in need.
How did the land of Jefferson, how did the land of King
become the land of hamburgers and raisins that can sing?
Roosevelt was cripple, Lincoln was a geek.
They'd never get elected, their clothes were never chic.
anyone have this song? it's on the album prime time, which I'm looking everywhere for.
Apparently someone is writing Don's biography and it will be authorised! It should be ready in a few months... here is where I found out, in the discussion forum on his site...
I can't wait to read it! Agh, hopefully it won't be too expensive.