Starry Night, Op. 384 - Scott Goff, John Carrington, Ronald Johnson & Gerard Schwarz

Starry, starry night Paint your pallet blue and gray Look out on the 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 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 gray 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 have told you, Vincent This world was never meant for one As beautiful as you 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

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 Still, your love was true And when no hope is 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 nights Portraits hang 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 man in ragged clothes A 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

Moooooooorning Woood Yeeehhhaaaa! Well I get up in the mornin and I'm feelin good Cuz underneath the covers is my mornin wood My wife wakes up and looks my way Kids run in and ruin my day Wood Wood Wood Morning Wood Wood Wood He's a man who really loves his morning Wood Wood Wood Morning Wood Wood Wood Well I walked in the bathroom and tried to pee All Slumped over tryin to avoid the seat I raised up and still the same So on the wall I wrote my name Wood Wood Wood Morning Wood Wood Wood He's a man who really loves his morning Wood Wood Wood Morning Wood Wood Wood Ya my wife walks in and sees the mess I can tell right away she's not impressed I clean it all up and I start to cry It won't go down and I don't know why Wood Wood Wood Morning Wood Wood Wood He's a man who really loves his morning Wood Wood Wood Morning Wood Wood Wood Well I got to go to work and theres still no change I'm thinking by now theres something strange Still feels good and it really don't hurt So all I do is un-tuck my shirt Wood Wood Wood Morning Wood Wood Wood He's a man who really loves his morning woooood He's a man who really loves his morning woooood He's a man who really loves his morning woooood YeeeeeHaaaa! Rodney your not going to work like that are you Honey I'm taking the convertible yaahaa!