Don McLean - Vincent

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 the winter chills 
In colors on the snowy linen land 

Now I understand what you tried to say to me 
And 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 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 

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 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 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

The song I can forever relate to. The song pays a tribute to my favorite artist - Vincent Van Gogh. The song for his famous painting "Starry Night".

He had serious struggle in his life. He dealt with keeping up on his life while having this mental illness and he made a living by painting which no one really wanted to buy. No one or I must say, only a few has seen his beautiful skill. He wasn't fortunate enough to sell most of his paintings and he could barely provide for his expenses. He was in struggle with himself when he made the Starry Night. He knew darkness too much. He had a very lonely soul. By the time he reached the point of giving up, he shot himself only to survive the shot and suffered for two days more.

This world is not meant for beautiful people like him.. Oh how cruel this world must be... Vincent. Like you, I know this world's not meant for me too. You didn't had to suffer like that. Life can be so mean. But we'll put that in canvas, in colors, in paintings.. to let the world know who we truly are.