Van Gogh Song1

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About This Presentation

Don Maclean was inspired by the paintings of Van Gogh to write this song. If you know
a bit about the life the Van Gogh, you will understand the meaning of the lyrics. Van Gogh was suffering from manic depression and went insane towards the end of his life. Nobody appreciated his paintings when he w...


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VAN
GOGH

V IN C E N T
(1853-1890)(1853-1890)
Enjoy the paintings with the music and lyrics.Enjoy the paintings with the music and lyrics.
For the greatest impact and the most enjoyment,For the greatest impact and the most enjoyment,
please just let the slides advanceplease just let the slides advance
automatically in sync with the music.automatically in sync with the music.
You’ll definitely want your speakers turned on for this.You’ll definitely want your speakers turned on for this.
Music: Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)Music: Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)
Composed & Performed by Don Mclean Composed & Performed by Don Mclean
Now, press the space bar or mouse click to begin, thenNow, press the space bar or mouse click to begin, then
sit back and let the show run itself.sit back and let the show run itself.

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 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 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 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 list’ning still.

Perhaps, they never will.

V I N C E N T
VANGOGH
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