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.
And 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.
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.
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.
And 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.
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.
I don't think most people bother reading every word that's stated above.
For those who did, I hope you were able to understand
some very useful things.
"Starry Starry Night" indeed.
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ps: First heard the song thru zb's youtube vid of him playing Vincent. lololol. xD
For those who did, I hope you were able to understand
some very useful things.
"Starry Starry Night" indeed.
------
ps: First heard the song thru zb's youtube vid of him playing Vincent. lololol. xD
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