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竞演舞台上，被誉为“香港乐坛英文歌翻唱先锋”的杜丽莎以一袭红裙优雅亮相，拥有超高音域的她此次选择低吟浅唱的嗓音来诠释，让这首纪念荷兰画家梵高的经典之作《Vincent》多了一番别致与韵味，把一代巨匠的孤独与哀愁娓娓道来，唱出了穿越几个世纪的传奇和思念。$ n: y3 s* \, ]# L! `1 V8 b. L. a
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歌词
) R1 E- [+ u$ w: v4 S# \Vincent (Live) - 杜丽莎& ^: `! v, q1 d1 s$ G) M8 p7 |& ?" [1 v
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词：Dan Mclean+ m# F6 p# E+ y1 g9 j" x
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曲：Dan Mclean+ l. r& z) v& l* p1 K
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编曲：John laudon
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鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr
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吉他：Dodong Fuego$ X5 k* _$ a7 d+ n9 v
% U/ C0 `* `+ s" B长笛：Charlie
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6 m2 Y' [0 G( \. N# gStarry starry night
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Paint your palette blue and grey0 `; R% d! Y# G! z9 K
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Look out on a summer's day
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul. o# R, |, i# D8 p3 S: d, h
( m5 W- a; Y; aShadows on the hills( x: c* }9 b& E, |
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Sketch the trees and the daffodils
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! i5 r& E Y. O- F% ?6 Y/ sCatch the breeze and the winter chills9 a, y8 |- W# s
6 F$ ?$ h1 @# N2 N" m- |And colors on the snowy linen land
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, u. m( V& Y9 S0 j# e+ ZNow I understand
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What you tried to say to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free$ u/ I% P) T+ K( r4 T/ e
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They did not listen
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They did not know how
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Perhaps they'll listen now
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Starry starry night
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6 e3 i* f0 M6 tFlaming flowers that brightly blaze! |/ s1 ?2 X. A4 B' U
$ s6 l# X$ }& hSwirling clouds in violet haze# w* x4 p1 l8 U P1 j
6 q) t* J* L8 u/ h+ s! EReflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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7 D$ l5 Q2 J- H8 |2 t" oColors changing hue& Z; w. U! p2 Z3 ^# f
1 t9 A9 E6 f( u2 ]8 XMorning fields of amber grain$ W. N5 t9 w5 E) S
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Weathered faces lined in pain
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Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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Now I understand) n8 E- d/ t1 f
( J0 Q2 Y) d7 `: Q5 lWhat you tried to say to me
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/ A( y9 D4 c( z9 X- f0 v. AAnd how you suffered for your sanity
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# F" k/ }( n1 m3 IAnd how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen
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They did not know how
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Perhaps they'll listen now! r# p! ~1 [ U5 l* f, Q/ @
, D, s( N4 I( A# E' b+ DFor they could not love you) X$ O7 L# `- X4 b1 F" Z
; l2 H8 a& w0 l: D2 n) F- cBut still your love was true! f$ k0 {9 @& R$ z$ o% Q
; o( m5 \- T' |# G# W" r# `When no hope was left in sight! n9 B" n }' D( B0 q3 |
( d" n% Q) X3 A9 u2 c4 `( MOn that starry starry night
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3 } ^1 H, V5 r8 R6 z0 W( uYou took your life as lovers often do
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But I could have told you Vincent
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4 b$ A" I g4 |This world was never meant for one
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As beautiful as you( q7 H) Y/ |" m G
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Portraits hung in empty halls
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* a# n+ t2 }, N! j, O+ UFrameless heads on& t7 p$ s. k. n5 F0 u+ ~, {1 r
, B) R5 H1 P. o; J0 J" A- pNameless walls
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9 T; z* F. V* i! v* k( a+ OWith eyes that watch the world and can't forget
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4 \+ C; g+ b( Q, ~+ w$ ] g& iLike the stranger that you've met4 h$ B6 ?6 ?/ S" A# q# _5 Q
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( e7 k* `$ c/ u! jThe silver thorn of bloody rose: b% F J* t3 e! u, }' m
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Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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# h) }% v! C" ~1 W. XNow I think I know
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What you tried to say to me% O% X4 \2 _! `% ] `/ ~& f1 n$ b1 ^3 J
. ^" t' A# H, n% T- R# PAnd how you suffered for your sanity1 f1 R2 X* Y l, J) p- D. u& W
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And how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen
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% O+ A2 ^; w7 S* _' V- m" BThey're not listening still2 Y0 f3 N2 r5 W/ o* ~
( X4 J( `1 @! N3 ]( c$ d1 N; UPerhaps they never will
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