Quotes from Don McLean

Work my hands in the soil, what's the pay for all the toil? Dust for blood, dust for blood, dust for blood.

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.

Devoid of all romance, the music plays and everyone must dance. I'm bowing out.

We all got up to dance. Oh, but we never got the chance!

I think longevity is more important than trying to make people realize you're around every second.

I'd listen to all the stuff that was going on around me and drift off into my fantasies about it. My fantasies have fuelled all the songs I've ever written.