Post by Groks on Nov 3, 2008 11:02:35 GMT -6
It's been 18 years since my mom died. I always play this song on the anniversary of her death. The song itself was written about Vincent Van Gogh, it reminds me of my mom.
My mom was an artist, always sketching, always drawing, painting in oils and acrylics, and like her grand-daughter, loved Prismacolor pencils. She drew and painted still life, people, flowers, trees, abstracts, and loved to be in the mountains sketching scenery.
She also struggled with mental illness...and like the song says, many just didn't understand her. She saw mental illness and having to take medications as a weakness, as did many of her friends, mother and siblings, and even us. How lucky I am years after her death, to have acceptance of my disorders, better treatment, and definitely better medications.
My mom died up in the mountains, where she loved to be. I can imagine her underneath the stars (where light pollution has no effect).
www.youtube.com/watch?v=opKBF5q7mks
Starry Starry Night
by Don McLean
as sung by Josh Groban
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
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 flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue, morning field 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
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
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 head on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in the ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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 listening still
Perhaps they never will...
My mom was an artist, always sketching, always drawing, painting in oils and acrylics, and like her grand-daughter, loved Prismacolor pencils. She drew and painted still life, people, flowers, trees, abstracts, and loved to be in the mountains sketching scenery.
She also struggled with mental illness...and like the song says, many just didn't understand her. She saw mental illness and having to take medications as a weakness, as did many of her friends, mother and siblings, and even us. How lucky I am years after her death, to have acceptance of my disorders, better treatment, and definitely better medications.
My mom died up in the mountains, where she loved to be. I can imagine her underneath the stars (where light pollution has no effect).
www.youtube.com/watch?v=opKBF5q7mks
Starry Starry Night
by Don McLean
as sung by Josh Groban
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
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 flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue, morning field 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
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
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 head on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in the ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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 listening still
Perhaps they never will...