About the song
“Vincent,” a beautifully crafted song by Don McLean, was released in 1971 as part of his acclaimed album American Pie. This poignant ballad, often referred to by its opening line “Starry Starry Night,” is a heartfelt tribute to the renowned Dutch painter Vincent van Gogh. Unlike McLean’s other famous hit, “American Pie,” which reflects on the broader sweep of American music history, “Vincent” delves deeply into the life and struggles of one of the art world’s most enigmatic figures.
The song is notable for its lyrical depth and emotional resonance. McLean’s lyrics paint a vivid picture of Van Gogh’s life, capturing both the beauty and the torment that defined his existence. Through the poignant imagery of Van Gogh’s paintings, McLean not only highlights the artist’s profound impact on the world but also sheds light on his personal struggles and the tragic solitude that marked his life.
Musically, “Vincent” is characterized by its gentle melody and McLean’s evocative voice, which together create a reflective and somber atmosphere. The song’s melody is soothing yet melancholic, mirroring the tumultuous emotions that Van Gogh himself experienced. McLean’s ability to convey such a deep sense of empathy through his music is what makes “Vincent” particularly memorable.
For listeners who appreciate art and its profound impact on human emotions, “Vincent” serves as a moving reminder of the struggles and triumphs of one of history’s greatest artists. Don McLean’s tribute to Van Gogh is a testament to the artist’s enduring legacy and a beautiful reflection on the intersection of art and personal pain. This song continues to touch the hearts of many, offering a moment of contemplation on the life of a man whose art spoke volumes, even when words fell short.
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Lyrics
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
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
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 on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men 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 your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will