Starry, Starry Night

Although I had never actually looked into the work of Vincent van Gogh, I couldn’t help but be moved by his story as told in Don McLean’s song. So when I received a Powerpoint presentation in an e-mail that included some of the art, along with the music and lyrics, I thought that such a combination would be just the thing to bring a little class to this low rent production. But it was not to be. I couldn’t figure out how to convert it to a slideshow that also played the music, and none of the copies that had already been uploaded to SlideShare had the music either. What follows is my best attempt to produce similar results.

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 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
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

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
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, and 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

Starry, starry night – Portraits hung in empty hall
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
Then how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps, they never will…

If you’d like more information about either of these great artists, I suggest the Vincent van Gogh Biography and About Don McLean.

I want ice water.

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2 thoughts on “Starry, Starry Night

    • Thanks Poch. I’ve got what I hope is an interesting and provocative piece of fiction that I’ll be posting tomorrow. I’ll be particularly interested in your opinion.

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