My face on every coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved. My flag is forever waved, by the grateful people I have saved.
Don McLeanAs 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.
Don McLeanWe live in a world of empty spectacle, the world of spectacle rock, songs you can't remember, it's all about the expression of money, power and kind of empty and fascistic. Where technology has changed society, where people are not using their brains as much, not seeing the bigger picture but constantly looking down at the cellphone and not seeing the bigger picture. Today's songwriter need to be on outside, find their own trip if you will and find a way to connect from a place that no one has heard before. It might be taken as weird but that is what makes it unique.
Don McLean