Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) - Don Mclean Cover

This one is dedicated to all of the artists in my life. Most especially my father, David.
There is no one in my life who has been there for me more and I have not known a person who is more positive and more supportive and more strong… and more misunderstood. My dad is probably the person I would call my best best friend, beyond us being having a good father and son relationship I have also grown to know him over the years as a person and we are astoundingly close. We talk about everything, and he's educated me a lot about art and the attitude of artists and ascetism and these sorts of things. After hearing the full story of Vincent I couldn't help but draw some comparisons though they aren't exact my dad tends to be an extraordinarily odd person.
Anyway, I want to say thank you to all the artists in my life, my dad especially but also my sister and those of you who I've interacted with here on Instagram even in the littlest ways (photographers as well) you truly have touched my life in my ways than I can possibly count and you're certainly in odd bunch but I believe the world would be far less beautiful without you and I say that from the bottom of my heart.
I'm beginning to understand the struggle now, or at least to catch a glimpse, and if I had a chance to speak to Vincent I think I'd say the same things Don Mclean said in this song. It's hard to see how much your worth when no one values you and that's why I believe it so important to remember that we are each unique individual and honestly spirit children of God, and at the center of our beings our worth is more even at our lowest point than perhaps even the greatest and brightest of the stars in the sky.
Love to all artists out there, and all writers, and all poets, and all musicians. And yes all those ands were totally necessary.
God Bless You All and thank you for being so inspiring.
If it were not for your creativity, even that creativity that has touched me in the smallest ways, I am certain I would be far worse off. Perhaps… even dead.
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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
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 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 strangers that you've met
The ragged men in the 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