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"""Vincent"" is a song by Don McLean written as a tribute to Vincent van Gogh. This was requested by subscriber arahk2004. Spent a lot more time editing and added video transitions. The accompaniment was redone as i had rhythm on the second verse. After listening to it , I decided it was better without the rhythm. This is slower than the Don Mclean's version and was played with a minimalist approach to keep the solemn mood. I prefer to play it no slower than this as it is already 5 min /23 sec. Don't want to put people to sleep.. Having said that , I've been told that it was relaxing to listen to. enjoy Van Gogh Short Facts Van Gogh suffered from temporal lobe epilepsy as well as other mental and physical conditions. Vincent shot himself in a wheatfield in Auvers, France and died at the age of 37. In a short period of ten years Van Gogh made approximately 900 paintings. Vincent only sold one painting during his lifetime and only became famous after his death. Van Gogh created his most famous work The Starry Night while staying in an asylum in Saint-Remy-de-Provence, France. 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 field 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 head on nameless walls, With eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the strangers that you've met, The ragged men in the 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're not listening still. Perhaps they never will... * I do not take claim to any of the original materials used in this video. All rights are reserved by the respective record company's and artists."