And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
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Starry, starry nights
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
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
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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
And when no hope was left inside
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
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, the bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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.
Don McLean - Vincent
http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Notte_stellata
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
Roger Waters - Brain Damage
Starry, starry nights
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 daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to meAnd 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 blazeSwirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grainWeathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to meAnd 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 trueAnd when no hope was left inside
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 hallsFrameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, the bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now, I think I know
What you tried to say to meAnd 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.
Don McLean - Vincent
Vincent van Gogh realizzò più di 900 dipinti e 1100 disegni, nonostante visse solo 37 anni. Soffriva di una forma di epilessia e di una tendenza maniacale a scrivere e a dipingere. Nel mese di gennaio 1889 fu dimesso dall'ospedale di Arles, nel quale era stato ricoverato dopo l'incidente dell'orecchio.
Ma l'artista sentiva di non essersi ripreso del tutto: la sua salute mentale non era ancora integra. Così, a maggio, chiese asilo all'ospedale psichiatrico nei pressi di Saint Rémy in Francia. Fu qui che dipinse alcune delle sue opere più celebri, come "Notte stellata".
http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Notte_stellata
“Notte stellata” è un dipinto a olio su tela (92x73 cm), realizzato nel 1889 e conservato nel Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) di New York.
