american pie

1. amerikan pastası türkçesidir.
   beterböcük
   anlatsam herşeyi dinler misin?
     (12-02-2005 04:46)
2. ikincisi çekilen üçüncüsünün akibiyeti bilinmemekle beraber güzel komik filimdi.
   beterböcük
   anlatsam herşeyi dinler misin?
     (12-02-2005 04:50)
3. gençlik filmlerine yepyeni bi soluk getiren ve çoğu oyuncusunu ünlü yapan üçleme.her film birbirinden güzeldir her filmde kafadan kopartan sahneler vardır ama 2.film en iyisidir bence hele elinin pipisine yapışma sahnesi insanı altına işetir.
   wamperdal
   
     (26-02-2005 18:11)
4. ben bu kadar gzel bi gençlik filmi izlemedim.
   noksan
   
     (31-03-2005 18:42)
5. hep beraber kankalarla izlenip, gözlerdeki yaş miktarı tükenene kadar gülünmesi gereken bir 3 leme
   mrstrange
   besiktas, kardes hasretine birebir!
     (31-03-2005 18:44)
6. madonnanın içine ettiği ama orjinalini don mcleanden dinleyince değeri farkedilen şarkı. 8 dakika 32 saniye boyunca pek yerinizde durmazsınız, dursanız bile ayak parmaklarınız trampet çalar durur. en iyisimi müziğin ritmine kaptırın kendinizi ve dansedin.
   phaidros
   
     (03-04-2005 23:57)
7. don mclean`ın buddy holly için yazdığı şarkı
   stingray
   nec plus ultra
     (28-07-2006 03:40)
8. bir pastacıyla gidilmeyecek filmdi.film arası düğün salonundan ararlar:
   
   ``-..``
   ``-abi sinemadayım.onun için tel kapalı.hazırladım pastanı.``
   ``-...``
   ``-tamam abi.herşeyi hazır.süslemesi kaldı.gelin gibi olacak walla``
   bay arabo
   
     (18-01-2007 18:10)
9. gençlik filmi görünümlü porno film
   kan_mevsimi
   eyğü er süñüki erir atı kalır
     (12-05-2007 14:42)
10. mükemmel şarkı, bir başyapıt. çok eğlenceli bir melodisi var. don mclean sesiyle döktürüyor adeta, sözleri de acayip anlamlı ve alegorik. öğrenimlerime göre 1950'lerde ve 1960'larda yaşamış olan kimi elit sanatçılardan bahsediliyor ve bir sürü şifreyle, bir dolu gönderme yapılıyor.
    
    sözleri;
    
    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.
    them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
    and 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.
    them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
    and singin', "this'll be the day that i die."
    "this'll be the day that i die."
    
    helter skelter in a summer swelter.
    the birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
    eight miles high and falling fast.
    it landed foul 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.
    them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
    and 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 sacrificial 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.
    them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
    and 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 drinkin' whiskey and rye
    singin', "this'll be the day that i die."
    forrest gump
    
      (05-04-2008 20:37)
11. tek kelimeyle "enfes" bir don mclean şarkısıdır. illa ki dinlemek gerekir.
    kalipso
    34 hafta sonra yaşlılık maaşına bağlanırsın sen.
      (11-09-2008 10:08)