Starry Starry Night...Don Mclean

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxHnRfhDmrk

The paintings of Vincent Van Gogh set to Don McLean's "Starry Starry Night".

자신이 말하고자 했던....추구했던 세상을 화폭에 담아냈던....그릭고 떠났던 화가...
그후 그 남겨진 그림을 보고....그가 진정으로 하고자 했던 말을....이제야 알 것 같다며...음악의 선율로 만든 음악가...
예술의 조용하지만 강력한 감동...

장마로 몇주째 흐린 날씨 속에 아침.
문든...그 스스로 생을 마감한 화가와 그의 음악으로 그려 낸 음악가의 생각에 잠기는 아침이다.

커피 한잔과 음악을 들어 본다...

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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...