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You Ain't No Dancer

Bipolar Rock and Roll
  Painting: "Finding Vincent" Oil on Board approx. 18" x 26"

#20 - Vincent - Don McLean

Lyrics

APOV
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

Chorus:
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 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

Chorus:
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 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 strangers that you've met
The ragged men in 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 did not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

Finding Vincent

traveling to Philadelphia, October weather
cold, blustery winds, gray mottle sky
standing in line, see one better
shot dead in wheat field, why

I know the reasons, I figured them out
standing with easel, paint brush in hand
violent urgent strokes, fighting the bout
brilliant orange, purple sky, vibrant land

can I paint just once, the vision you had
I know I never will
mood manic, best strokes, mood sad, so so
try again, paint what you feel, demons are still