The painter did this piece when he was at a mental institution coz he was suffering from madness, he committed suicide after that shortly. The even sadder thing was that he only ever sold one painting in his whole life and it was only after his death that he became so famous.Sighz.
Haha I may not seem like an art-farty person but surprisingly I am! (but not in the snobbish way) Anyone who feels as much as I over this song tell me, I would love to have a chat about it!
Don Mclean
Vincent
Starry starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
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 breezes and winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
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
Reflect in 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
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight on that
Starry starry night
You took you 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 man 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
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will.
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1 comment:
heya, I like this song too. It's such a sad and melancholy song. But yet there is so much meaning in it. Like how the world has let him down by not loving him. It;s kinda oxymoronic too. Cuz though they didn't love him then, now they absolutely love his works. Human's are such flicker people.
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