Vincent taby ukulele według Don Mclean

Vincent


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Starry starry nights, paint your palette blue and grey
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Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
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Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colours on the snowy linen land  

           Am    D7                G      Em
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
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How you suffered for you sanityHow you tried to set them free
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They would not listen they did not know how    Perhaps they'll listen now

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Starry starry nights, flaming flowers that brightly blaze
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Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of chine blue
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Colours changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
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Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand   

           Am    D7                G       Em
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
                         Am7         D7                           Em
And how you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them free
           A7                              Am7    D7                  G
They would not listen they did not know how    Perhaps they'll listen now

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For they could not love you, but still your love was true   
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And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night
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You took your life as lovers often do, but I could have told you, Vincent,
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This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

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Starry starry nights, portraits hung in empty halls
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Frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
                                                             Am
Like the strangers that you've met, the ragged men in ragged clothes
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A silver thorn, a bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow    

    Am             D7                G      Em
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
                              Am7    D7                               Em
And how you suffered for your sanity    and how you tried to set them free
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Would not listen they're not listening still   
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Perhaps they never will