Don McLean - Vincent

Woke up today mornig inthe hosp with Jnr Vadai snuggly asleep with the song by Don Mclean playing. You may ask who but when you hear the songd like American Pie and all and you say aaaahh thats him. The sonlg that played was Vincent.

Don McLean (born October 2, 1945 in New Rochelle, New York) is an American inger-songwriter. He is most famous for his 1971 ballad American Pie. American Pie is an eight-and-a-half minute long soft rock song by singer-songwriter Don McLean about "the day the music died."


The song "Vincent" is a song by Don McLean written as a tribute to Vincent Van Gogh the artist, the painter. It is also known by its opening line, "Starry Starry Night", a reference to Van Gogh's painting Starry Night.

As far as the song goes as a tribute to van Gogh as the man himself, the song reflects on the lack of recognition that van Gogh received. In each chorus, McLean says "They would not listen / they did not know how / perhaps they'll listen now," except in the final verse, McLean says "They would not listen / They're not listening still / Perhaps they never will". This is the story of van Gogh: unrecognised as an artist until after his death.

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
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 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've 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
The 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...


Everytime I hear this song I am moved. Its a good song I would listen to...........