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Saturday, July 25, 2009
Vincent
Why is this song called Vincent? Cos it was written in the remembrance of the great artist Vincent Van Gogh borned 30th March, which means we share the same birthday. It's such an irony that Vincent only manage to sell one painting during his entire life. His works only became well known after his death. I do admire him a lot, but I don't wanna be like him... To be precious after I have left the world...
Maybe another reason I chose this song was because I am currently watching 溏心风暴(outdated). And oh... Linda just melt my heart...
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
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 flo'rs 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.
And 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 bloddy rose
Lie crushed and broken
On the virgin snow.
And 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're not
List'ning still
Perhaps they never will.
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3 comments:
u must be proud of urself as u share the same birthday with vincent van. WOW
wow! you watch tv in USM? I'm currently watching too and ah Sum is so lucky cz both Alfred and Sai Pau is so good to her! Kesian he died cz I feel she matches more with Alfred!
gacky: yeah. i also share my birthday with celine dion. ^^
sulin: i watch on my lappie after schools reopens... haha^^
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