Vincent (Sold)

A commission for a friend who has sadly passed. The Song, “Vincent” by Singer Songwriter, Don McLean resonated with him.

VERSE 1:

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 the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land

CHORUS:

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

VERSE 2:

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

CHORUS

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

BRIDGE:

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

VERSE 3:

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 i ragged clothes
The silver thorn; a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

OUTRO:

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