If you aks me why I pay more attention to Vincent van Gogh, and try to search more information about him, the reason is about the song "Vincent". That was wrotten by Don Mclean, a fmaous American singer. I was attracted by the lyric of "Vincent". When you are listening this song, you imagine the story of Vincent and h is work. Then you will realize tears are falling from your face.
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 colors on the snowy linen land.
And 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.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain are smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand. And 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 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 can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
And 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.
He borns.
He paints.
He departs from this life.
One in the cornfield is golden.
A group of crows exclaimed to once fly the sky.
Charles Baudelaire
1 comment:
Yep his painting are very lifeful very constracting to his life. I remember the first time I saw a Van Gogh, I tought it was a piece from a child, because only children have such optimistic approach of life.
Take care, hope see u soon; it's been a while , hope you feel better, take care
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