《Vincent》这首歌虽然只是属于第二类，但是它却是我的挚爱。不知道为什么，每次听到这首歌时，总有一种莫名的心痛挥之不去。一半当然是因为 Vincent·Van·Gogh，另一半是因为这首歌的创作者——Don·Mclean。《Vincent》是Mclean欣赏了凡高的作品《星空》之后激情创作的。这首歌的曲风同其它乡村民谣相比，并无异质，还是那种散发着淡淡的幽香的小品文风格。它的过人之处在于它那发人深省的歌词上。Mclean 用他那诗人般的手笔向我们展示了一幅又一幅的优美画卷，同时也以他那天才般的敏锐洞悉出凡高内心的苦楚，表达了对这位天才画家的深深的理解与敬意。歌中Mclean 用极尽绚烂的词藻来描绘凡高的画，旨在表现凡高那灿若向日葵般的生命。当凡高躺在弟弟提奥德怀里静静的离开这个世界上时，他才37岁。天才的生命总是异常的短暂，但却绚烂若夏花。凡高以如火的热情畅游于艺术的海洋，虽然周遭充满了鄙夷与曲解，虽然他时常被饥饿与寒冷折磨，但是他那永不枯竭的创作灵感从来没有被不公的命运所扼杀。他以惊人的创作力为世界艺术宝库留下了以笔巨大的财富。然而，天才不是神人。他同凡人一样，他也会彷徨，也有脆弱的时候。所以，Mclean又以朴实无华的语言来倾诉凡高内心的痛苦，以象“when there is no hope left inside on that starry starry night,you took your life as lovers often do.”这样凄婉的语句来暗示凡高的自杀。
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 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 your love is 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 did not know how,
Perhaps they never will.