08-07-03

Leave me alone a bit.

Yesterday was good, Ruben and I spent an afternoon at the beach.  Though we were sitting on whatever we came along, like two zombies.
Today I'm empty, I'm scared, I'm tired and I've got a huge headache.  All because of what happened the last few day.  It totally freaked me out.  I'm kind of feeling dead and I can't think of anything more I can do.  I feel like jumping into the water, and never again coming out of it.
All shit!

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Vincent Don McLean
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 inside
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
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
The 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.

Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890) Dutch Painter

Gepost door: Librarian | 08-07-03

Starry Starry night... Hey lib... wist je trws da da een van m'n lievelingsliedjes is? ;o)

Gepost door: rub | 09-07-03

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