Don McLean and van Gogh paintings
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grayLook out on a summer's dayWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hillsSketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chillsIn colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understandWhat you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey would not listen, they did not know howPerhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry nightFlaming flowers that brightly blazeSwirling clouds in violet hazeReflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
Colors changing hueMorning fields of amber grainWeathered faces lined in painAre soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understandWhat you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey would not listen, they did not know howPerhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love youBut still, your love was trueAnd when no hope was left in sight on that starry, starry nightYou took your life, as lovers often doBut I could have told you, VincentThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Starry, starry nightPortraits hung in empty hallsFrameless heads on nameless wallsWith eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've metThe ragged men in ragged clothesThe silver thorn, a bloody roseLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I knowWhat you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey would not listen, they're not listening stillPerhaps they never will
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