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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。, b2 c0 G- l5 d. H& A: Q( d
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歌词
^6 k0 g6 k* [0 _& g2 K6 c% `Vincent (Live) - 杜丽莎
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词：Dan Mclean8 D' c3 s8 f p9 X2 H7 R# a
; Y5 J6 A6 a- N5 g曲：Dan Mclean P" w8 N7 C* w5 V* ]( Q' I& |8 A
( y3 t" o+ `7 D- T. b6 N8 D6 L' H编曲：John laudon
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鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr
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2 F p3 x6 F% R o吉他：Dodong Fuego
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8 ] p! @2 x$ B+ M" z1 X! V8 p* \长笛：Charlie
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- B9 D2 Y& I4 `9 s% u3 i- R4 MStarry starry night
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Paint your palette blue and grey3 t% E6 d( h3 e5 u* f$ B
7 u4 G+ R+ p S2 K1 p& P1 kLook out on a summer's day/ A! ^2 G) Y& g( j
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul: i" ^& u# N8 D6 c- [
, w5 G: g9 S! xShadows on the hills
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Sketch the trees and the daffodils
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4 |5 o- R; i0 g- qCatch the breeze and the winter chills
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And colors on the snowy linen land
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Now 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) {) S( @" r4 Z" Z' r
( V7 G6 r, k. o6 R; x {They did not listen
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$ u( \5 C3 G: _3 q7 PThey did not know how; D# E/ s4 d @
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Perhaps they'll listen now
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Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
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Swirling clouds in violet haze
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Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue1 f2 k. ]( W* _3 N# l
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Colors changing hue3 k: F- n+ q9 n4 ]" U3 d P8 L# } @
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Morning fields of amber grain& ?0 X+ ~' T5 d
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Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand! h9 ?; G& x7 Z! D- W* B4 Z+ ?
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Now I understand
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What you tried to say to me0 w# u! |- x% x2 O
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And how you suffered for your sanity( C0 H: z' A, w$ H6 Y' V
% }5 N( @9 D* `* m+ j8 Q, c6 _2 jAnd how you tried to set them free
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/ ?& C- o) B5 |* n7 Z# RThey did not listen
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They did not know how
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Perhaps they'll listen now& O( L/ i# C$ K* }: ~ Z" q4 H# }
5 z6 b! r# y. f* V% n3 e# ~For they could not love you; e p7 f* w5 O9 V
7 K$ i a+ d' c& TBut still your love was true0 Y4 H' w$ {" [$ U0 |
# Y! I" ]: H0 _. e$ ~# wWhen no hope was left in sight5 M$ V0 I6 A4 N) |( K$ |# _& R. J+ F
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On that starry starry night
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You took your life as lovers often do5 O+ ^7 N- K* i
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But I could have told you Vincent* P- y: g/ v; A( W: o+ j
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This world was never meant for one
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. I" ^0 Q( g% ~# ]# {7 l4 fAs beautiful as you
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Starry starry night
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Portraits hung in empty halls# C3 u- C6 ]+ d0 N9 c: Y8 S2 Z- O
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Frameless heads on
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Nameless walls
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With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
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Like the stranger that you've met
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The silver thorn of bloody rose
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; t8 _+ q$ F% l4 f' g! R. dNow I think I know
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N3 a( y% r! p6 e2 x9 j sWhat you tried to say to me
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; ]' A0 X+ Y0 i7 x% X0 jAnd how you suffered for your sanity
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' F7 q4 C% Z4 S* J7 j* ~/ Q8 CAnd how you tried to set them free% g+ J/ I: _# T5 ^/ M
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They did not listen
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6 T* s9 i7 `/ O3 p9 }They're not listening still
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Perhaps they never will
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