Vincent adalah
single yang ditulis dan dinyanyikan pertama kali oleh Don McLean, sebagai
tribut buat maestro lukis Vincent Van Gogh. Lagu ini juga memiliki judul
alternatif “Starry Starry Night” yang juga merupakan awal lirik lagunya, dan
merujuk pada salah satu lukisan Van Gogh yang berjudul The Starry Night.
Lagu ini ditulis pada tahun 1971, setelah Don McLean terpukau
membaca kisah kehidupan sang pelukis post-impressionism. Dalam liriknya, secara jelas dilukiskan
secara puitis kekaguman sang pemusik, tidak saja pada karya-karya Van Gogh,
tapi juga pada sang pelukisnya sendiri. Beberapa lirik merujuk pada karya-karya
lanskap sang pelukis, misalnya pada lirik “sketch
the trees and the daffodils”, juga “morning
fieldsof amber grain”. Juga beberapa penggalan yang merujuk pada lukisan
potret diri Van Gogh, yaitu “weathered
faces lined in pain, are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.”
McLean juga menggambarkan betapa karya-karya Van Gogh pada
awalnya gagal diapresiasi oleh masyarakat. Dan barulah setelah sang maestro
meninggal, orang-orang mulai menghargai karyanya.
“They would not
listen, they did not know how, perhaps they’ll listen now…”
Sekarang lukisan Van Gogh bernilai puluhan hingga ratusan
juta dolar.
Kita baru menyadari
sesuatu itu berharga setelah tiada.
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
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
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
A silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the
virgin snow
Now I think I know 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're
not listening still
Perhaps they never will
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