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To: Netizen
I googled up Vincent lyrics since I don't recall that song. This is a dumb question but does it have anything to do with that TV series Beauty and the Beast? Wasn't the Beast's name Vincent? I just don't get this song and I actually fear Chicken Little doing it.
9,391 posted on 03/08/2006 4:34:37 PM PST by A knight without armor
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To: A knight without armor

I think it's from the 70's. It is his only hit aside from American Pie.


9,393 posted on 03/08/2006 4:36:50 PM PST by retrokitten (www.retrosrants.blogspot.com)
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To: A knight without armor
I googled up Vincent lyrics since I don't recall that song. This is a dumb question but does it have anything to do with that TV series Beauty and the Beast? Wasn't the Beast's name Vincent? I just don't get this song and I actually fear Chicken Little doing it.

I recognize the song after seeing the lyrics...it's about Vincent VanGogh. Starry night was a famous painting and there's other references, like to his sanity.

9,394 posted on 03/08/2006 4:41:19 PM PST by DouglasKC
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To: A knight without armor

Vincent (Starry Starry Night)

by Don Maclean

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 you 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 chine blue
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Chorus:
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 man in 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 you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will.


9,407 posted on 03/08/2006 4:55:19 PM PST by Netizen
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