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Vincent
-Don McLean-
Starry starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey.
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand what you tried to say to me.
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry starry night,
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflecting Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue,
Morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me.
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry starry night,
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you...
Starry starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless heads on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen,
They're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.
i'm doing a paper on bipolar disease, and my dad showed me this song. it's about vincent van gogh, if you didn't notice. he had bipolar disease and he committed suicide.
what the song says, to me, at least...is that vincent van gogh was a man who painted his mind. he painted how he saw life. his personality was in his paints and on his canvas. he tried opening up to people, and showing them who he was, through his art...yet, nobody understood his paintings, and nobody listened to him. nobody cared about his paintings...they were just 'another piece of art' to them...and then on one starry night, he took his own life, because nobody knew who he was.
afterwards, his paintings became famous...yet he remained nothing but a name, and nobody ever understood what he was trying to say. when you hear 'vincent van gogh' you think 'artist.' he was much more than that...but nobody will ever understand it.
i think this song is beautiful. you guys should download it.
my father explained to me that its a song that has really affected his life. and don't comment saying 'oh that's cheesy' because i swear i'll fucking knock you out.
i swear, my dads the smartest guy i've ever met in my life. -hugs him-
weekends plans-
friday- lori's house if all goes well
saturday- yaniques party
sunday- mothers day
my birthdays may 15...whoo
well...i'm done, for now.