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Tuesday, Jan. 06, 2004 10:03 p.m.

everytime i listened to "starry, starry night..." i would think of vincent van gogh's Starry Night. tonight i listened to this song again on the radio and tried to listen to what it said, and i found that this song was called "vincent" and was really about van gogh. it's a very touching song indeed. when van gogh was alive, nobody appreciated him. he went mad and once he tried to cut his ear off (not the whole ear..). however he loved life the same and his passion for painting never died. how do you know that an insane artist like him was not the sanest person in this world?

Vincent�XDon McLean

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 the daffodils

Catch the breeze and 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 laze

Swirling clouds in violet haze

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue

Morning fields amber grain

Weathered faces lined in pain

Are soothed beneath

The artiFor 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 look your life

As lover 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 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 you sanity

How you tried to set them free

They could not listen

They're not listening still

Perhaps they never will

if you feel sad, maybe you can try to look at this picture or listen to this song. look at the whirling clouds and stars that flow in the sky. you can always feel the artist's love for life. everything in the picture has life. everything is flowing, changing from time to time.

sorry i don't know how to comfort others. i can't find the right words and i don't know what to say. but i think we should accept the fact that things do change and nobody can really grab something and never let go of it.

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