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Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Arts and Music x Vincent
I'm inspired. By my talents and potential...

I suddenly got the urge to return and be back as one with the Arts and Music.

I've not produce any art work or music this year...
My entire body is aching for it.

The entire idea i have right now just sounds fun.

I want to be back with the Arts and Music.
Something i've forsaken, something that can stop time...

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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 the colours on the snowy linen land

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've 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, a 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, and how you tried to set them free,
they would not listen, they're not listening still,
Perhaps they never will...


Fell in love with this song when my psycho teacher played this song during the lecture on personality disorder, depression. Apparantly, the artist Vincent was suffering from severe depression and eventually died from it.
This song was composed for him.

I can understand what he had gone through. Comprehend the feeling of no one truly understand what he was thinking.
I know he tried, but eventually given up.
There is no point explaining to others, cos they wouldnt understand, even if they understood, they will not think its right, and even if they think its right, they will feel that it is weird, and even if they feel its alright, they will not appreciate...

The people he met everyday were faceless, they are just little people...who else can he turn to?

The flithy world doesn't welcome the purity of his soul.
Where else can he go?

Even thought he had given up, deep down he had been hoping. Hoping that someday, someone will be there to set him free, or perhaps gave him just a moment of solance. Thats all he ever wanted. Nonetheless, no one was even looking at him... ...

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