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| Name | VOCES8: 'Vincent' by Don McLean (arr. Jim Clements) |
| Video Uploader | Video From VOCES8 |
| Upload Date | This Video Uploaded At 09-07-2021 17:00:00 |
| Video Discription | Members of VOCES8 (Blake on solo) perform Don McLean's tribute to artist Vincent Van Gogh. This performance was part of the ensemble's opening concert 'Stardust' for Live From London Summer Festival 2021, broadcast from the VOCES8 Centre on 4th July 2021. You can view the whole concert by visiting https://voces8.foundation/livefromlondon-summer LYRICS 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 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 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 would not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps they never will |
| Category | Entertainment |
| Tags | voces8 | don mclean | Vincent Van Gogh | live from London | a cappella | choral | choir |
