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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。" b1 v% I6 A: m) z" \. N6 S4 m
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歌词
; ~4 D* E/ ~1 w& ^3 K$ w" {Vincent (Live) - 杜丽莎
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词：Dan Mclean
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: o" d6 c& O3 ?; B& X j. R曲：Dan Mclean
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编曲：John laudon7 x5 ~% T C& k( U2 ~" c
0 S0 m6 o4 ]* l7 {, J% U鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr
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7 }4 p! [% _# ?: a1 R吉他：Dodong Fuego. Y1 `2 x$ D+ g; N
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长笛：Charlie
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Starry starry night
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3 r( M: P1 R) I& Q; k* S! d' QPaint your palette blue and grey+ [7 j7 i ^0 b
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Look out on a summer's day% q2 M4 t; i3 w( ^ I+ t
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul& t9 {2 ]) M+ ? Q+ R
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Shadows on the hills8 F2 }1 E: [% I# N1 S; L c' v) [: N
# |6 I$ v4 o' T/ }& B. R) nSketch the trees and the daffodils, P" r( Y3 a4 R! q, ^
3 K* o1 B1 X3 P2 Y; a( N6 nCatch the breeze and the winter chills$ f" Z: C `9 G3 f0 c. `( y7 l$ v
7 c0 H! Q% Q" eAnd colors on the snowy linen land' f# k& i8 W8 Q
- @. |( S2 e% |0 hNow I understand
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What you tried to say to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity( G1 B7 p, l9 A9 @: k
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And how you tried to set them free
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+ I4 g) m( o' d! E6 cThey did not listen
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/ y8 |) f( u, |3 Z5 M. ^They did not know how5 d% L$ i7 h: V& N% |' c J" z
! l S$ u" z, w3 D K9 v+ hPerhaps they'll listen now
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% @6 y9 O4 p& j2 i3 f+ T; @4 h1 vStarry starry night
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8 v+ k8 K1 Q& jFlaming flowers that brightly blaze
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- B( G0 K% i& J7 m/ z4 oSwirling clouds in violet haze
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" F1 H2 Z: I6 _1 b5 BReflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue& _" R% h5 W, C$ _
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Colors changing hue
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8 w6 {# J+ g! U' d: T4 q5 zMorning fields of amber grain6 g; t9 f) e& {9 [
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Weathered faces lined in pain
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Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand: G. @! G$ W3 \! m: s% D$ ~; [$ @. F
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; a2 [. n s( G( ^What you tried to say to me
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+ ?8 y4 L" _& {9 EAnd how you suffered for your sanity3 I6 T) `: C/ Q9 c( S
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And how you tried to set them free" S" o6 R* c" Y
9 D6 v+ `( o! U# a5 c0 |6 o( k0 ~They did not listen% [- I+ J' @5 r! _* U
]4 h; A/ B0 x" p! @8 mThey did not know how" c. U+ c6 H% c8 I7 Q- a8 T
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Perhaps they'll listen now
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For they could not love you
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But still your love was true, O, V( w/ M8 Y/ `( c
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When no hope was left in sight
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0 I6 e0 |9 c1 r* COn that starry starry night3 I1 N" K Y0 [
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You took your life as lovers often do
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- I' \# _9 s- L j6 IBut I could have told you Vincent
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This world was never meant for one
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, |) V+ n2 v7 d8 \4 A) Y+ uAs beautiful as you
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' \3 C6 z' o; o/ w; n% O% m; HPortraits hung in empty halls5 c9 A7 U, y7 c8 z; @) Z# d: _( M3 Y
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Frameless heads on, r6 d4 w$ U% S% A& F
0 N7 _7 L- z$ j# U9 |# d$ YNameless walls
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With eyes that watch the world and can't forget2 U6 _% l* F) n4 N
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Like the stranger that you've met
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% c! A* W% b$ M3 \, j* R* VThe silver thorn of bloody rose# u) F. \* `7 U0 B# w6 h
; \7 Q% D, [1 `1 z# ZLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow+ c0 q6 X0 [5 r& B4 V( J9 s
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Now I think I know( k3 b9 `" ~; b+ R
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What you tried to say to me1 d3 R* j) K8 h
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And how you tried to set them free' C0 v' D' N% O6 n. T4 l3 _+ I$ t
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They did not listen
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