Vincent
- Chris Jones (2003)You are listening to the song Vincent by Chris Jones, in album Audio's Audiophile Vol. 21 - Acoustic Moments. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
- Vincent - Chris Jones
- Winter - To Be Two
- Morning Of My Life - Duo Balance
- God Moves On The Water - Chris Jones
- Poet Wind - David Munyon
- On My Way - Talking Water
- I've Got to Use My Imagination - Gregor Hilden
- Above The Shadow - Serah
- Mrs. McLeod - Ian Melrose
- Cold Hard Town - Allan Taylor
- Angel In Deep Shadow - Mike Silver
- Secoue Pas Trop Fort - Friedemann
- I'll Be Back - Chantal
- Pleasent - Michael Sagmeister
- Bulari - Acoustic
- Invention Nr. 13 (Tri-Perkussion) - Johann Sebastian Bach
- Die Forelle (Gabriele Schmid) - Franz Schubert
- Vallevan - Kerstin Blodig
- Gioiosa Marea - Giovanni Palambo
Lyrics
1. 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.
[Chorus:]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And 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.
2. 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.
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
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.
3. 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
A silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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