Wednesday, April 13, 2005 ;
11:22:00 PM
i fell in love with this song the first time i heard it, which was last friday. i almost came to tears.. and the song touched me in ways i cannot explain, not here. it is just a masterpiece, like the painting itself.. and and.. it is so
sensitively made that it struck the chords of my heart. its dedicated to vincent van gogh - an famous artist that suffered from schizophrenia and committed suicide. it made me determined to help, to love, most of all not to pity but
understand.
Don McLean - VincentStarry starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that knew the darkness of my soul
Shadows on the hill
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and and the winter chills
In colours 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 did not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they will listen now
Starry starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours 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
How you tried to set them free
They did not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they will 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 cant forget
Like strangers you've met
The ragged men 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
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they are not listening still
Perhaps they never will...
it just goes straight to my heart. a life wasted. a life that only needed love, and a life desperately seeking that love everywhere.. yet harshly rejected, forgotten and discarded. a talented life. why?
why?
and why?
so many questions i want to put here but i cant.
"why?" has to suffice.
on a separate issue altogether, though it might seem a contradiction to all that i've said earlier, i'm only trying to convince myself now that
i dont need you.
every day is a new day ♥
