Monday, 22 December 2008

Vincent


Starry, starry night,
Paint your pallet 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 colours 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,
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,
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 insight,
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life as lover's 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 strangers that you've met.
The ragged men in ragged clothes,
A 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…

7 comments:

  1. This is one of my mother's favourite songs, along with Buffalo Soldier:) Now you know where I get it from:)

    I bought a lunch tin with his Sunflowers on it as a gift for my niece. I ended up keeping it for myself.

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  2. The fifth one - Almond branches in bloom is my all time favourite of his paintings. When I saw it in the museum, I just starred at it. Its beautiful. Gives me hope.

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  3. Saaleha - This is one of my favourite songs too - the Don Mclean version...courtesy of Mother dearest who would torment us throughout our youth with John Denver, Tom Jones, Engelbert Humperdinck, Don Mclean, Shirley Bassey, The Bee Gees and Barbara Streisand to name but a few. But there are some songs I have loved, and this is one of them.
    Dad was kinder...Michael Jackson, Commodores, Lionel Richie, Sade and Stevie Wonder amongst others.

    I love Van Gogh because I feel that I can relate to his internal torment...which I've experienced for most of my life. And I love that he was a struggling self-taught artist that was determined to succeed and perfet his art as best he could, even though he wasn't successful in his life time. I can even understand his madness to some extent...maybe its because we share a birth date? Who knows.

    Although, I have an aversion to unnecessary physical pain and I like my ears, so I have no inclination to cut them off :D

    Trinity - Yeah thats pretty too.

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  4. Such beautiful paintings :-)

    lol :-) Seems like both our Mums' have the same taste in music...

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  5. Aah... 'Perhaps they never will...'

    This was lovely! Sigh...

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  6. "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...."

    This stanza is particularly special because it highlights Van Gogh's tragic Death. He loved his work, but somehow his work couldnot love him back equally.

    He attempted to set himself free by shooting himself in the chest and it ultmately led to his death two days later.

    Loved the painter. Truly Inpirational Azra... The Post! Thanks for pressing the memory buttons :)

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  7. Suffering for one's art! Isn't that what it's all about in the end?

    If you Like Vincent and his life get your hands on "Lust for Life" a novel by Irving stone, its a biographical novel beautifully written account of Van Gogh's life, his desires, passions and illness. A must read if you haven't read it already.

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