The vibrant brush strokes brings everything in the picture to the real life. I can feel the moon shinning, the stars twinkling, the wind blowing, the tree and grass dancing over a tranquil village .... and the painter's passion when he was painting the scenery ...... and the loneliness ......
Van Gough is recognized as one of the greatest artists the world, however, how many people can understand his strong emotions? Can the composer of the song "Vincent"?
Vincent by Don McLean
Starry, starry night
Paint your pallet blue and grey
Look out on a summers day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy lined 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 do not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blazed
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grey
Whethered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand
Now I understand
What you tired 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 your 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
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn
A 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 were not listening
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
Paint your pallet blue and grey
Look out on a summers day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy lined 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 do not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blazed
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grey
Whethered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand
Now I understand
What you tired 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 your 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
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn
A 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 were not listening
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
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