Listening to:: Josh Groban- Vincent Starry Night / Don McLean- Vincent

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.
http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Louvre/9633/
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.

[This is a song about Vincent Van Gogh, the famous painter.. His is a sad story. It was rumoured that he had a really traumatic childhood, as he was the "replacement child" of his brother who died at birth. He was given the same name, and he was coincidentally borned on the same day as the dead baby. He was a weird character from young, a servant who worked for the Van Gogh family when Vincent was a child described him as an, "odd, aloof child who had queer manners and seemed more like an old man," than the child he was. As he grew up, he failed repeatedly in his career and love life.. He was rejected by both women he loved harshly, and ended up living with a prostitute with weak constitution. He was discriminated because of that. I think he wasn't in love with the prostitute, just sympathized with her.. He sketched her in a sketch named "sorrow". http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Louvre/9633/ Go to the URL to see some paintings and sketches of his, including "sorrow".]

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 flo'rs 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.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.

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 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 stranger that you've met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And 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
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.