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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dana Winner
Performer
E. Verhees
Bass
Marcel Schimscheimer
Bass
Stylus Horns
Brass Band
Geert Baeckelandt
Clarinet
Simon Philips
Drums
Lindy Vanden Berk
Flute
Alex Van Aken
French Horn
Johan van Neste
French Horn
Rik Vercruysse
French Horn
Bert Meulendijk
Guitar
Tom Salisbury
Keyboards
Joris Vanden Hauwe
Oboe
Mark Steylaerts
Orchestra Leader
The Galaxy Symphonic Orchestra
Orchestra
Wilfried Van Baelen
Organ
Jeroen De Rijk
Percussion
Chris Pfanschmidt
Recorder
Carlo Mertens
Trombone
Marc Godfroid
Trombone
Jef Coolen
Trumpet
Johan Coen
Trumpet
Nico Schepers
Trumpet
Diane Senders
Vocals
Ingrid Simons
Background Vocals
Jody Pijper
Background Vocals
Mieke Aerts
Vocals
Pim Roos
Vocals
Ruurd Boes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Mclean
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
René Schardt
Mastering Engineer
Chris Pfanschmidt
Recording Engineer
Letra
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,
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.
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've 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, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know
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're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.
Writer(s): Don Mclean
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