12-year-old Luca Brugnoli sings VINCENT/Starry starry night скачать в хорошем качестве

12-year-old Luca Brugnoli sings VINCENT/Starry starry night

12 year old Luca Brugnoli sings Vincent (starry, starry night). Recorded live in the Summer of 2022. Instrumentalists: Pete Callard (Guitar) Ollie Weston (Saxophone) Jonathan Hennessey-Brown (Cello) Audio & Video: Tim Burton & Joe Blomfield Arrangement: Rob Lewis This is my first 'official release'. Vincent will feature on my debut album to be released in April 2023. A huge thankyou to everyone for their support, I could not have got this far without your belief in me and generosity throughout the Kick-Starter Campaign. A big official shout out to Elsie, Doodles, Evelyn, Hamish and Jacoby whose friendships through the good times and bad have assisted me in achieving my music. A lifetime of thanks to Grandma Mary, Grandad, Mum, Dad and my little Sis. Lastly but by no means least, a huge thankyou to Rob Lewis for taking a chance on me. Lyrics: Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray 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 And how you suffered for your sanity And 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 inside 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 Songwriter: Don Mclean