Don McLean – Vincent
An evening pause: Performed live 1999.
I often empathize greatly with this song, and its closing verses:
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 freeThey would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will
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I think you mean “empathize”
Garry: Yeah, you’re right. Fixed. Thank you.
Maybe he meant empathize, but the near-homonym emphasize works pretty well in his context.
Incredibly moving song and lyrics. Bit of trivia—the 70s hit “Killing Me Softly” by Roberta Flack was a cover of an original song by Lori Lieberman. Her version is definitely worth checking out, and she was inspired to produce it after attending a live Don McLean performance of another song somewhat similar to but equally as beautiful and haunting as “Vincent”. The song is “Empty Chairs”