Starry Starry Night

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A beautiful song with many versions, but this one obviously is one of the best.  Have watched another similar flash work, which was more than perfect, but couldn't locate it anymore.  Tried to steal it from Chic's Blog, however still in vain.  Hers was also out of work, shame!




Good news is that the YouTube turns out to be a reliable source.  Better than nothing, finally I've got this one.  So, grab it and paste to my blog is all I need to do.  Click, click and click,  let's enjoy!











Vincent (Starry Starry Night)

Don McLean

Starry starry night


Paint your palette 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 daffodils


Catch the breeze and the winter chills

In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you try 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 you 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

For they could not love you

But still your love was ture

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 halls


Frameless heads on nameless walls

With eyes that watch the world and can't forget

like the stranger that you're met

The ragged man in ragged cloth

A silver thorn in a blood rose


Lies crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you try to say to me

That how you suffered for your sanity

And how you try to set them free

They would not listen they're not listening still


Perhaps they never will





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楚天碧霭 发表评论于
p4兄,我不懂画,但是看凡高的作品总会被他的色彩深深吸引。或许就是因为色块里的激情有挡也挡不住的冲击。

这首歌很美,很妥帖。很有感染力。:)
P4503A4 发表评论于
nice song, nice English!

梵高,也许可以不被理解,但毫无疑问应奉上我们的一份尊重和敬意!短促、急狂的笔触勾画出压抑着的激情,那种渴望理解而又不能、不被理解和认可的压抑,最终爆发出的毁灭却是自己。那幅在罗浮宫里的肖像画真的印象深刻,为此妻子又买了他的向日葵、麦田收割者和黄屋。

唉,太过浓烈的情感或是什么,都是难以被人接受、理解和认可的吧,也许是太大的压力吧!
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