American Pie
Ecco un'attività che aveva avuto successo in un gruppo
di 25-30enni tutti abbastanza appassionati di musica pop.
Si può partire dalla versione di Madonna, che più
o meno tutti conoscono, ma di solito nessuno saprà dirvi
di cosa parla. Iniziate chiedendo proprio questo, se non lo sanno
dite loro di provare a indovinare. A voi la scelta se farla semplicemente
ascoltare, se dare un testo da cui avete tolto alcune parole oppure
uno con le frasi in disordine da rimettere a posto.
Ascoltate/leggete la canzone un paio di volte e rifate la domanda
di prima: di cosa si parla? Cosa significa?
A un certo punto verrà fuori che ha a che fare con la
morte, dite loro di cercare su internet e scoprire chi è
morto. Se la volta successiva lo hanno scoperto, guadagnano un'altra
canzone, This will be the day that I'll die di Buddy Holly.
Già, American Pie parla proprio di lui...
Ecco i siti web utili per preparare l'attività:
American
Pie, the analysis of the song
Wikipedia.org
50s
web
Il testo di American Pie
di Don McLean
(le parti in grassetto sono quelle presenti nella canzone di Madonna)
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 delivered, bad
news on the door step, 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...
CHORUS
Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the
levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
singin this will be the day that I die, this will 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, and 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 cuz
I saw you dancin in the gym you both kicked off your shoes and
I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage bronkin buck
with a pink carnation and a pick up truck but I knew I was out
of luck, the day, the music, died. I started singin...
Chorus
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 Lenin read a
book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park and we sang dirges
in the dark, the day, the music, died. We were singin...
Chorus
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter the birds flew off with a
fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin fast, its the land
that falled 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 oh as 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 singin...
Chorus
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 candle stick because fire is
the devils only friend, oh and as I watched him on the stage,
my hands were clinched in fists of rage, no angel born in hell
could break that satan's spell and as the planes climbed high
into the night to light the sacrificial right I saw satan laughing
with delight, the day, the music, died. He was singin...
Chorus
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 singin...
Chorus
They were singin... Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy
to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin
whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die.
That'll Be The Day
That’ll be the day - when you say goodbye
that’ll be the day - when you make me cry
you say you’re gonna leave - you know it’s a lie cause
that’ll be the day when I die
Well, you give me all your loving and your turtle-dovin’
all your hugs and kisses and your money too, we-hella
you know you love me baby - until you tell me maybe
that someday well, I’ll be through
When Cupid shot his dart - he shot it at your heart
so if we ever part and I leave you
you sit and hold me and you tell me boldly
that someday well, I’ll be blue
That’ll be the day - woo hoo
that’ll be the day - woo hoo
that’ll be the day - woo hoo
that’ll be the day
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