About the song
Don McLean’s “Vincent,” often referred to by its opening lines, “Starry, starry night,” is a timeless ballad that pays tribute to the enigmatic Dutch painter, Vincent van Gogh. Released in 1971, the song has become a classic, resonating with audiences across generations.
McLean’s choice to write about van Gogh was inspired by a deep connection he felt with the artist’s life and work. Both men were misunderstood and often solitary figures, struggling to find their place in the world. Through his lyrics, McLean offers a sympathetic portrayal of van Gogh, exploring his inner turmoil and the challenges he faced.
The song’s haunting melody and McLean’s emotive vocals create a powerful atmosphere that draws listeners into van Gogh’s world. The lyrics paint vivid images of the artist’s life, referencing his famous paintings such as “The Starry Night” and “The Sunflowers.” McLean’s use of first-person narrative allows him to speak directly to van Gogh, expressing his admiration and empathy.
A central theme in “Vincent” is the concept of artistic expression as a means of coping with pain and suffering. van Gogh’s paintings are seen as a window into his soul, a way for him to communicate his emotions and experiences. The song suggests that through his art, van Gogh was able to find a sense of purpose and meaning in his life, even in the face of adversity.
“Vincent” is a poignant and moving tribute to a misunderstood genius. It serves as a reminder of the power of art to connect with others and to leave a lasting legacy. McLean’s song has helped to solidify van Gogh’s place in the cultural pantheon, ensuring that his story and his art will continue to inspire and resonate with audiences for generations to come.
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Lyrics
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 landNow 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 nowStarry, 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