Introduction

“Vincent” by Don McLean is a poignant tribute to the legendary artist Vincent van Gogh, capturing the essence of his tragic life and profound artistic legacy. Released in 1971, the song’s evocative lyrics and haunting melody pay homage to van Gogh’s struggles with mental illness and his unparalleled contribution to the world of art. Join us as we delve into the emotional depth and timeless beauty of “Vincent” and celebrate the enduring impact of both the song and its subject.

Did You Know?

  • “Vincent” is also known by its alternate title, “Starry Starry Night,” referencing one of van Gogh’s most famous paintings, “The Starry Night.”
  • Don McLean wrote the song as a reflection on van Gogh’s life and the emotional turmoil that fueled his creative genius.
  • Despite initially receiving mixed reviews, “Vincent” went on to become one of Don McLean’s most beloved and enduring songs, resonating with audiences around the world.
  • The song’s delicate instrumentation and poignant lyrics paint a vivid portrait of van Gogh’s inner struggles and artistic vision, capturing the hearts of listeners for generations.

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Lyrics: Vincent

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
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’ve told you Vincent
This world was never meant for
One as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame-less 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
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