葛兰 Grace Zhang

A little song for Vincent

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 field 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 head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the 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... 

love tear us apart

Sb says he's "An ordinary bloke just like you or me, liked a bit of a laugh, a bit of a joke". I guess he's just so honest and true to his life so he's the most ordinary one...and life is heavy, isn't it? he sees it and can't take it. We , we don't see it or pretend not to see it. He can't walk away. He's not weak, not lack of courage, just ordinary. 
IAN 

Bruce Springsteen

I was bruised and battered and I couldnt tell 
What I felt 
I was unrecognizable to myself 
I saw my reflection in a window I didn't know 
My own face 
Oh brother are you gonna leave me 
Wastin´away 
On the streets of philadelphia 

I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone 
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone 
At night I could hear the blood in my veins 
Black and whispering as the rain 
On the streets of philadelphia 

Aint no angel gonna greet me 
Its just you and I my friend 
My clothes don't fit me no more 
I walked a thousand miles 
Just to slip the skin 

The night has fallen, Im lyinawake 
I can feel myself fading away 
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss 
Or will we leave each other alone like this 
On the streets of philadelphia

alternative rock!

Alternative rock is just: rock diversity. It energizes with independent music, comprises of   grunge, Britpop, gothic rock, and indie pop
Beck, http://music.beck.com/music is a innocent guy with a lot of art root and music ideal. His virtual art is more attractive than his music!


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