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The Starry Night

Starry Night over the Rhone

1970年，在阅读有关梵高的传记后。donmclean写了一首歌vincent，在这首歌里，mclean描述了d第一幅画，如以下两句“sketch the trees and the daffodils” ， “morning fields of amber grain”

这首歌也是跨越时空的对话，mclean喃喃的唱出世人对凡高的不能理解，如同在每段结尾时唱的那样“They would not listen / they did not know how / perhaps they’ll listen now”，这是一种对梵高理解的同情，也可以理解为作者自道，如同中国古代的伯牙和子期之约，一曲广陵散，徒留后人悲，大概是这样的心境？（请原谅我用这句话来描述这种情绪。）

在歌曲的最后，mclean仿佛得到了遥远的回应，于是他唱到”And now I understand what you tried to say to me”只是这样最后的了解依旧是消极的，作者认为，人们永远还是不能了解你，歌声就在这样的情绪中结束。

“繁星点点的夜里，用你的调色板调出黑色和灰色。。。。。。。。。。”

mclean已老，梵高得到你我的喜爱，而星空依旧浩瀚，点点繁星依旧出现在每一个你凝望的夜色里。

我喜欢Don mclean那如同娓娓道来的声音，和简单干净的吉它伴奏，我还记得那时候，我一遍一遍的来回倒带，想要抓住那份神秘的魔力。这首歌比我年纪还大呢，然而 我相信这首歌和vincent的画一样，会长存。如果你也喜欢这首歌，我相信don mclean的empty chairs， And I Love You So， Castles In The Air也是不能错过的声音。

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

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 fields of amber grain

Weathered faces lined in pain

Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

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 did not listen they’re not listening still

Perhaps they never will