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Thursday, June 28, 2007'♥

Starry Starry Nite...

If you realised.. I have changed my blog song to "Vincent" (not because i love my boss). I heard it first in the Hongkong serial "Heart of greed", it's soothing and I have fall in love with it.

Searched for the song online, only did I found out the Real Mea
ning or rather history of this song...

Adapted from one of the source.

Actually this song is used to describe the famous painter Vincent Van Gogh.
Vincent had schizophrenia but he was a really good painter. He could not draw and paint for long periods of time without suffering from an attack, he managed to create The Starry Night which resides as his most popular work and one of the most influence pieces in history. The swirling lines of the sky are a possible representation of his mental state. This same shaken style is visible in all of his work during his time in the asylum. It's a pity that He was only famous after he was dead.




"Starry Starry Night"

It's quite contradicting that we often complain or grumble about losing our passion, having no sense of motivation, no sense of direction, no purpose in life, quitting through halfway and yet people who are less fortunate than us, disabled, sick have so much Will power, passion, motivation to carry on their life, job etc....

People under different kind of situation reacts differently. I guessed if we are not in that situation we will not think from that angle and will never cherish how fortunate we are.

Sadly to say, I'm also guilty. For the past few days , I've been heading nowhere.. I wondered where has my passion gone to, life to me were just days... one day after another with no sense of purpose.

I guessed after reading through this article, I should start finding back my passion, my love, my vision, my purpose.

People, have u found back your passion once again??

Vincent
Don McLean

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.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
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 flo'rs 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.

And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
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 stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.



Short Note: My heart will go on....

With Love, 11:55 PM







Lover ♥

name Kerin
age Forever 21


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