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Who knows when the dream may come true... just follow your heart...
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#4,139 today
Peak #89
#1,247 in subgenre
Peak #13
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April 14, 2006
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:43
Story behind the song
I heard this song for the first time in an album of Josh Groban. The lyrics was so beautiful but it made me wonder what the song was really about. I went on to discover that this song was written for Van Gogh, the well-known artist who lost his mind in the later years of his life (other than the paintings, he is famous for cutting one of his ears, too...). Inside the lyrics are description of some of his paintings (starry night is the most famous) and of course, the story of his life... a life to remember...
Lyrics
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.
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 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
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.
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 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 your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
They did not know how
perhaps they never will.
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