Ravns julkalender 19. december...
Vincent van Gogh....jag ska inte säga nått om han, för Don Mc Lean
har redan sagt alt det som jag skulle sagt i sin underbara
hyllning til denna fantastiska konstnär....
Läs och lyssna ...
Starry, starry night. Paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
whith eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills. Sketch the trees and daffodils.
Cath the breeze and the winter-chills
in colors on the snowy linnen 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 flow'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,
wethered 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 inside
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 om nameless walls
with eyes that watch world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes,
a silver thorne, a bloddy rose,
lie chrushed 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 tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listning still
perhaps they never will....
Don Mc Lean.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=3MfqrLF5waM&mode=related&search=
har redan sagt alt det som jag skulle sagt i sin underbara
hyllning til denna fantastiska konstnär....
Läs och lyssna ...
Starry, starry night. Paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
whith eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills. Sketch the trees and daffodils.
Cath the breeze and the winter-chills
in colors on the snowy linnen 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 flow'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,
wethered 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 inside
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 om nameless walls
with eyes that watch world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes,
a silver thorne, a bloddy rose,
lie chrushed 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 tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listning still
perhaps they never will....
Don Mc Lean.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=3MfqrLF5waM&mode=related&search=
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