要完全与另一个人发生关联，人必须先跟自己发生关联。如果我们不能拥抱我们自身的孤独，我们就只是利用他人作为对抗孤立的一面挡箭牌而已。只有当人可以活得像只老鹰——不需要任何观众——才能爱慕地转向另一个人。只有在那个时候，一个人才能够去关心另一个存在的生长。——欧文·亚隆《当尼采哭泣》

1971年，一直默默无闻的美国民谣歌手Don McLean在灵感泉涌中写下了一首超长的歌曲《American Pie》。这首歌不仅使他一夜成名，也让他和他的这首作品一直流传到了21世纪的今天。

《American Pie》堪称一首史诗式的作品，纵观全球乐坛，能将一首长达8分34秒的歌曲唱得不仅不让人生厌，还让人们津津乐道并传颂几十年的现象可谓少之又少，而唐·麦克林和他的《American Pie》就做到了，如果作品里没有引人入胜的叙事性、没有内蕴幽远的深刻性，很难相信人们真会傻呆呆地将这么长的时间消耗在一首歌曲里。

《American Pie》是用音乐记录美国六十年代历史的一首史诗，没有春风得意的赞美，也没有针锋相对的批判，有的只是在轻快的民谣节奏中娓娓地道来——那里面有整整一个时代美国人所见、所思、所想，以及所经历的往事，而事实上正是这样不带主观评述的质朴歌声，最终打动了一代又一代的美国人，甚至是美国以外的人。

在《American Pie》里，你不仅可以通过歌词联想到Buddy Holly的《That’ll be the Day》， The Monotones的《The Book of Love》，以及The Byrds的《Eight Miles High》等等这些五六十年代的经典歌曲，你还可以从歌词中重温“在路上”的激情与浪漫，赤着脚在体育馆跳踢踏舞的愉悦，在“芝加哥七人案”的审判席上唱起源于哥萨克民歌的反战歌曲《Where Have All The Flowers Gone》的歌手朱蒂?科林斯，还有“小丑”般的Bob Dylan（鲍比·迪伦），“国王” 样的Elvis Presley（艾尔维斯·普莱斯利），“王后”Connie Francis（康妮·弗朗西丝），更有正熟读马克思经典的 John Lennon（约翰·列侬），因听了《Helter Skelter》而率领信众犯下杀人血案的Charles Manson（查尔斯·曼森），你同样可以跟着唐·麦克林的节奏追忆起1970年10月4日死于海洛因中毒的天才白人布鲁斯女歌手Janis Joplin（詹妮斯·乔普林）， 1959年2月3日因飞机失事而不幸英年早逝的摇滚歌手Buddy Holly（巴迪·霍利），1969年在“滚石”的演唱会时被保安活活打死的18岁黑人歌迷。

最后，唐·麦克林唱道：“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 died/And they were singing” （我最钦仰的三人——圣父、圣子和圣灵，他们都搭乘末班车奔向了海岸，与他们一起，音乐随之而死，和着他们曾经唱过的……”，这也可以看作是他创作这首作品一个不可忽视的题旨，一种垮掉的信仰，一种无以自拨的绝望，这也正是当时美国一代青年的共性特征，就这样，一首歌很容易就打动了一代人。（网络整理）

试听：American Pie - Don Mclean

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歌词：
A long long time ago
I can still remember how 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 while.
But February made me shiver
With 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 died
So Bye-bye' Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and 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 dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man' 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 died
I started 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 and 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 own
And 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 me
Oh' and while the King was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book of Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing
Bye-bye' Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul out on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While 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 singing
Bye-bye' Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
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 place
A 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 friend
Oh' and as I watched him on the stage
My 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 sacrifical rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing
Bye-bye' Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang the blues
And 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 play
And in the streets the children screamed
The 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 died
And they were singing
Bye-bye' Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
They were singing bye-bye' Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die