Gene Vincent
Vincent

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.


Mirror lyrics:

Perhaps they never will.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
How you tried to set them free.
How you suffered for your sanity,
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
Like the strangers that you've met,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Frameless head on nameless walls,
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Starry, starry night.

As beautiful as you.
This world was never meant for one
But I could have told you, Vincent,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
On that starry, starry night,
And when no hope was left in sight
But still your love was true.
For they could not love you,

Perhaps they'll listen now.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
How you tried to set them free.
How you suffered for your sanity,
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,

Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Starry, starry night.

Perhaps they'll listen now.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
How you tried to set them free.
How you suffered for your sanity,
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,

In colors on the snowy linen land.
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Shadows on the hills,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Look out on a summer's day,
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Starry, starry night.


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