Love and Music

Well, I haven't got too much to say today. Just some lyrics from one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard. Vincent by Don Mclean

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 colors on the snowy linen land.

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.

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 in sight 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.


Ok, so maybe I lied about not having much to say. The vast majority of music out there is about love in one way or another. All different kinds of love, including every possible angle from which the blind archer can hit you, and every possible missile with which he can hit you. I think it's pretty amazing that we can experience such a spectrum of emotion that we've only worked out one way to describe, Love. It's a lot like music, except that we haven't figured out how to devide it yet. You've got jazz, reggae, country, hip hop, R&B, even within rock, you've got rock and roll, grunge, glam rock, pop rock, punk, metal, the list goes on. It's all music, but each one has a different distinct sound.

So I've got a challenge for anyone who happens to be reading this, reach outside your boundaries. Break the monotony. If you're a strictly country gal, try some jazz, hard rock purists, listen to rap, and I dare you to enjoy it. Same with love. Expand your horizons. There are as many ways to love as there are people to love, we just haven't seperated the smooth jazz from the punk rock yet.

Happy Daydreaming.

Daydream Believer