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Friday, January 21, 2005

Vincent (starry, starry night)
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 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
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Color’s changing hue
Morning fields of amber gray
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

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 would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will






This song is so tragic. The words alone are beautiful, but it’s way better with music.
And Josh Groban has an awesome voice doesn’t he? I never get tired of listening to him.
By the way, this is about Vincent Van Gogh and his painting called ‘The Starry Night’.

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