Don McLean nasceu em 2 de outubro de 1945, em Nova York. Cantor e compositor, ficou famoso pela canção American Pie, elegia folk-pop de oito minutos e meio que atingiu o topo das paradas americanas. Iniciou sua carreira em meados dos anos 60, tocando em clubes nova-iorquinos, escolas primárias e em prol de causas ambientais.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
** This was submitted, just to correct some lyrical errors **
Vincent By Don Mclean
Verse 1 G Starry, starry night, paint your palette AmC Blue and grey, look out on a summer's day, DDG With eyes that know the darkness in my soul GG Shadows on the hills, CAm Sketch the trees and daffodils CAm Catch the breeze and the winter chills DDG In colours on the snowy linen land GAm And now I understand what you tried to GAm Say to me, how you suffered for your sanity CG How you tried to set them free, CAm They would not listen, they did not know how DG Perhaps they'll listen now
Verse 2 G Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that AmC Brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze DDG Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of China Blue GG Colours changing hue, CAm Morning fields of amber grain CAm Weathered faces lined with pain DDG Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand GAm And now I understand what you tried to GAm Say to me, how you suffered for your sanity CG How you tried to set them free, CAm They would not listen, they did not know how, DG Perhaps they'll listen now
Verse 3 C For they could not love you, CG But still your love was true C And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night G You took your life as lovers often do AmC But I could have told you, Vincent, this world was DG Never meant for one as beautiful as you
Verse 4 G Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls AmAmC Frameless heads on nameless walls DDG With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget GG Like the strangers that you’ve met CAm The ragged men in ragged clothes CAm The silver thorn, a bloody rose DDG Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow GAmAm Now I think I know, what you tried to GAmAm Say to me, and how you suffered for your sanity CG And how you tried to set them free, CAm They would not listen; they’re not listening still, DG Perhaps the never will…