Gudrun Kohout
Vincent van Gogh war zu Lebzeiten der am meisten verkannte Maler seiner Zeit. Sein Schicksal hat mich schon immer sehr bewegt und das Lied „Vincent – starry, starry night“ von Don McLean aus dem Jahr 1971 spricht mir aus der Seele. Die Vorstellung, dass er in der heutigen Zeit mit den Betrachtern und Liebhabern seiner Gemälde Kontakt aufnehmen und endlich die verdiente Wertschätzung für seine Kunst erleben könnte, hat mich inspiriert, dieses Bild zu malen. Vielleicht hätte sein Leben dann nicht so tragisch enden müssen…
Songwriters: Don Mclean / Elysa Sunshine / Vinny St. Martin
Vincent lyrics © Songs Of Universal Inc., Benny Bird Co. Inc.
Starry, starry nightPaint your palette blue and grayLook out on a summer’s dayWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hillsSketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chillsIn colors on the snowy, linen land
Now, I understand what you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey would not listen, they did not know howPerhaps they’ll listen now
Starry, starry nightFlaming flowers that brightly blazeSwirling clouds in violet hazeReflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hueMorning fields of amber grainWeathered faces lined in painAre soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand
Now, I understand, what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them freeThey would not listen, they did not know howPerhaps they’ll listen now
For they could not love youBut still your love was trueAnd when no hope was left insideOn that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often doBut I could have told you, VincentThis world was never meant for oneAs beautiful as you
Starry, starry nightPortraits hung in empty hallsFrameless heads on nameless wallsWith eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve metThe ragged men in ragged clothesThe silver thorn of bloody roseLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now, I think I know what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them freeThey would not listen, they’re not listening stillPerhaps they never will