In the streets the children screamed. The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed — Don McLean Copy Share Image
My parents were not musical, and they were not effervescent people; everything was very quiet. The music that I played was loud; it used… — Don McLean Copy Share Image
I am what I do, and that's partly why I don't want to give up singing. But when I can't sing well, I will. — Don McLean Copy Share Image
The society that produced The Who, The Stones, Dylan, Paul McCartney and later on people, like myself, is over. The materialistic society that produces… — Don McLean Copy Share Image
And if she asks you why you can tell her that I told you That I'm tired of Castles in the Air I've got… — Don McLean Copy Share Image
I mean, I've been given a terrific life by the audiences who stuck with me all over the world. — Don McLean Copy Share Image
You're going to be buying your ticket with your heartache, you're gonna be payin' the man with your dues. You're gonna be living alone… — Don McLean Copy Share Image
Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze reflect Vincent's eyes of china blue. — Don McLean Copy Share Image
Faces come and faces go in circular rotation.But something yearns within to grow beyond infatuation. — Don McLean Copy Share Image
Every thread of creation is held in position by still other strands of things living. In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline of… — Don McLean Copy Share Image
Herman Melville was supposed to be an accountant. Van Gogh was meant to be an art dealer. I was meant to take the train… — Don McLean Copy Share Image
American Pie speaks to the loss that we feel. That's why that song has found the niche that it has. — Don McLean Copy Share Image
