Vincent
Jim Croce & Don McLean Lyrics


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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
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
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

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
A silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
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're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

Overall Meaning

The song "Vincent" is a tribute to the Dutch post-impressionist artist Vincent Van Gogh. The opening lines agree with the melancholic and introspective mood of many of Van Gogh's paintings: "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." The singer of the song is someone who might not have understood or appreciated Van Gogh's art while he was alive but has come to recognize his talent and his struggle with mental illness.


The lyrics mention some of Van Gogh's most famous paintings, such as "Starry Night" and "Sunflowers." The mention of the "ragged men in ragged clothes/A silver thorn, a bloody rose," suggests that the singer has also come to understand the kind of social issues that Van Gogh sought to address in his work. The final lines of the song acknowledge the impact of Van Gogh's life and art: "They would not listen, they're not listening still/Perhaps they never will."


Line by Line Meaning

Starry, starry night
The clear night sky with stars shining bright.


Paint your palette blue and grey
Use colors like blue and gray to paint an image in your mind.


Look out on a summer's day
View the world on a beautiful summer day.


With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
With eyes that have experienced and understand the pain and sadness of life.


Shadows on the hills
The darkness of the hills and land when the sun sets.


Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Draw and show the beauty of nature, such as flowers and trees.


Catch the breeze and the winter chills
Feel the breeze of the wind and the cold during the winter time.


In colors on the snowy linen land
Create artwork that depicts the beauty of the snow-covered landscapes with bright colors.


Now I understand
The artist has gained insight or knowledge about the artist.


What you tried to say to me
The artist has finally comprehended the message that the artist was trying to convey in his art.


And how you suffered for your sanity
The artist went through pain and struggles to maintain his mental health and create art.


And how you tried to set them free
The artist intended for his art to liberate or free others from pain and struggles.


They would not listen, they did not know how
Many people were unable to understand and appreciate the art due to their lack of knowledge or understanding of art and its meaning.


Perhaps they'll listen now
The hope that people will start appreciating and understanding the message in the art of Vincent Van Gogh.


Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
The vibrant and glowing flowers that are full of life and energy.


Swirling clouds in violet haze
The clouds in the sky with a purple haze that seem to be moving or swirling.


Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
The colors and beauty of the world were reflected in Vincent's bright blue eyes.


Colors changing hue
The different shades of colors, such as the colors of the sky or the flowers, changing as time goes on.


Morning fields of amber grain
The golden fields of grains in the morning that look like honey.


Weathered faces lined in pain
The faces of people who have gone through hardships and struggles that are visible through their expressions.


Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
The art that the artist creates gives people comfort and healing from their pain and struggles.


For they could not love you
Many people were unable to appreciate or respect Vincent Van Gogh's art and his unique vision.


But still your love was true
Vincent still created art and found joy in it despite the lack of recognition and support from others.


And when no hope was left in sight
During the time when Vincent was struggling with his art and his mental health.


On that starry, starry night
The lonely and dark night when Vincent took his own life.


You took your life, as lovers often do
Vincent's passion for his art was like a love affair, and like many romantic relationships, it was intense and destructive.


But I could have told you, Vincent
The singer could have warned Vincent about the struggles and hardships he would face as an artist.


This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
The world is not capable of appreciating and understanding the unique beauty of Vincent Van Gogh's art and vision.


Portraits hung in empty halls
Empty rooms with paintings hanging on the walls.


Frameless heads on nameless walls
Paintings of people's faces without frames or names to identify them.


With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
The eyes in the paintings that seem to be watching and witnessing the world, and remembering the past.


Like the strangers that you've met
The people portrayed in the paintings are like strangers that the artist had met and observed in his life.


The ragged men in ragged clothes
The poor and destitute people who are dressed in shabby and worn-out clothes.


A silver thorn, a bloody rose
The image of something beautiful, such as a rose, that can also cause pain, like a thorn.


Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
The struggles and pain of the people depicted in the paintings are shown as crushed and broken on the pure white snow.


Now I think I know
The artist has finally understood the message and purpose behind the art of Vincent Van Gogh.


They would not listen, they're not listening still
Despite the hope that people will start appreciating the art of Vincent Van Gogh, many are still unable to understand and appreciate it.


Perhaps they never will
The world may never have the capacity to appreciate the beauty and depth of Vincent Van Gogh's art.




Lyrics © CONSALAD CO., Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Don McLean

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@sarahdelarosa6269

I dedicated this song to my Mom. She committed suicide when I was 15, going on 16. She was only 36 years old. She loved to draw, and she was very good at it, but she never thought she was. She lost her Mom to a heart attack, when she was only 11 years old. She had a VERY hard life, and she never thought she was worth anything to anyone. I'm going on 60 now, and I still miss her. I didn't get to grow up with her because my father kidnapped me and my brothers, and the State found out, and they kidnapped us, and put us in different foster homes. This song brings it all back..., it still brings tears to my eyes. You never stop loving the people you truly care about, and nothing ever fills the empty space they leave in your heart. I write poetry, and I wrote a poem many years ago, called Phyllis.

Phyllis

A wife, a mother, an artist,
though never self-proclaimed.
She never truly believed that she,
should come through life un-mained.

The victim of men's lusts and rage,
a woman drunk and sorrowed.
What thoughts ran through her mind the day,
she used the gun she borrowed?

As in the song Starry- Starry Night,
you "took your life as lovers often do."
Phyllis, perhaps the song was right,
and "this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you."

Van Gogh could not have truly seen,
such a starry starry night,
for just as Phyllis -
his eyes were screened, by his agony and fright.

What beauty they kept hidden,
this sad world will never know.
Secret treasures forever buried now,
with Phyllis and Van Gogh.



@rfbarrington

My fourth grade teacher used to sing this to our class. The man was incredibly gifted. I do not exaggerate when I say that he rivaled even Don McLean himself.

He lost his son about ten years ago. He was only 19. But none of us could tell anything was wrong. He still had the same infectious smile and jovial sense of humor.

I learned a couple of years ago that this completely broke him emotionally. The man was the living embodiment of the masks of comedy and tragedy. I still don't know if it's true, but I heard he's never celebrated the holidays without him. Every Christmas he'd come into his classroom and just work.

I just wanted to leave this comment here on the off chance he sees this (YouTube was a new, exciting thing when he taught us). He was truly the greatest teacher I've ever had. I know this song is about another tortured soul, but I'll always attribute this to him.

Happy holidays. You don't have to suffer for your sanity. We all love you.



@ronaldvincentsanpedro3286

My father told me he named me after this song since I asked curiously. And then I suddenly remembered all those times when I was still a kid and this song would play on the radio, I remember him telling me that this is my song and/or that he named me after this song, and back then I just nodded and listened peacefully.

Now that I'm 25, it really touches me whenever I hear this because I now always think that he named me after this song because I am born with inborn physical parts and that he really thought of this song when he first saw me as a baby.

And it breaks my heart when I get the chance to listen to this once in a while because I remember all the bullying people did to me and how hard it was for me to accept myself, even now... All of those wishes and what ifs instantly comes running back in my mind.

This song just straight up bring me sorrows of the past and fear of the future, it shouts my experience growing up in this world. However, it also kinda radiates a bittersweet hope for me.

I want this song to be played at my funeral.



@richardsiemion5903

This could very well be my favorite YouTube video. Compliments to the creator.

This song has cut different the older I get and when I stopped making it about me about finally listening to what Don McLean was attempting to convey it became an onion…. It has so many layers to it and the deeper I cut the more I tear up. I don’t want to take anything away from anyone who has used this song to navigate the obstacles and challenges on this crazy rock we live on because I thoroughly enjoyed the comments about how this song has touched them in their own lives… having said that, I encourage everyone to step outside of themselves and really think about what this song is about.

I will leave this here bc if you don’t agree it’s fine. This is art. There are no right answers. How you feel is how you feel and it is never wrong.

All I will say is surface level stuff…. Vincent Van Gogh was not insane. He was so sane he appeared insane to the lay person. When artists of his time painted noblemen or higher he painted the hands of the peasants and every day people. He made the common man the main character. That was daring at the time. He wanted to free people from proverbial algorithms already written for them but eventually threw his hands in the air and took his life. The song feels like it should end when Don McLean mentions that but it continues because his life didn’t end when he died…. It continued on and his impact has been prolific but people still don’t understand… his face is painted on the side of busses and the very people who wrote him off or disagree with his message promote him and make money off of him so the same peoples hes trying to free are paying to see his art work ….. “… they’re not listening still, perhaps they never will.”

He was ahead of his time he’s ahead of us and the song didn’t end yet…..



All comments from YouTube:

@wysty67

For those who may have missed my previous comments. I compiled and uploaded this so I could explain my love of Van-Gogh's art to a dear friend of mine and thought McLean's Stary Stary Night was perfect in helping to explain. The lyrics were strictly for the benefit of my Friend, who's first language is not English.I never imagined it would get so many views and comments. I'm so glad I was able to share.

@jimhenderson8571

One of the best ballads of the rock era, and very tough to hear.

@macyorks1123

Brill - superb upload

@sirensong2163

This song really does help explain why he's so beloved by so many. The first time I heard it, I cried so hard. Thank you for putting the images with the song. Seeing his work with this song makes the lyrics even more powerful.

@allanfada9830

I remember that scene, when matt smith and Jenna brought van gogh to the present day, and showed him how his art had touched the world...I felt his tears...his inner wonder that he had finally been recognized for the talent he was.... beautiful scene...

@bellala333

@ Dawn Hancock Just in tears <3 Thank you for sharing that!

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@AmbitionMusic

my favorite song of all time. the lyrics touch my soul like no other song has. truly a beautiful masterpiece.

@varunij5824

True that

@Dj-ip2yt

Next to 'Smile' (by Chaplin) by Nat King Cole.

@davidlawuk1647

Don McLean's version is the standard. You might like my version too. It's here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIKF7aCfyAc DL Staffordshire, UK.

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