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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。. S7 ?# G' I! H: [2 A7 H0 g- W
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Vincent (Live) - 杜丽莎
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词：Dan Mclean' q: y- T+ t$ h4 ]4 @7 c
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曲：Dan Mclean
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/ ~3 W5 E( b7 {/ b1 R编曲：John laudon
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1 w( m$ M! }* j5 B& s鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr% Q8 x4 R3 f4 `' A5 U
3 h( [2 T; J: g4 z2 K6 U吉他：Dodong Fuego5 O& f8 j- n) n1 T2 G; P
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长笛：Charlie0 e- X7 X, @2 p
8 w: S3 ]3 |, B: o, EStarry starry night
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Paint your palette blue and grey
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; a5 E+ B6 M7 A- d3 BLook out on a summer's day9 A! Q/ l9 s9 L
" H3 ~, k% r% \9 aWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul) I# S h) B0 l! f3 p j2 v0 j
4 O# }* B8 V0 o5 V# F1 D$ X3 GShadows on the hills
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; d5 V- }3 p& U% CSketch the trees and the daffodils
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) {& K& O1 a `' u9 xCatch the breeze and the winter chills
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* _) Y- x9 T$ I' O" C# ^* IAnd colors on the snowy linen land7 |8 D; l, A1 C- i# G" s
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Now I understand
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What you tried to say to me G: }1 N, h+ o) w% a X3 y1 d
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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5 X6 L. p# t( e2 C) F0 @And how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen8 D F0 V& J3 F* J, ?+ z
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They did not know how, n- [6 S: {% D' Y
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Perhaps they'll listen now# R0 g" q. R* u; m
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Starry starry night
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Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
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Swirling clouds in violet haze& ]2 v$ x: ?: P! n& b
. \9 X0 {5 K$ W) {( S fReflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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Colors changing hue
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6 n9 J; n, U& ], | X5 @; qMorning fields of amber grain; ]5 T2 ?. |9 h) \$ e
# ?3 Z4 {* T9 f- cWeathered faces lined in pain
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Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand- O& o5 ]! F6 o
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Now I understand1 A; F0 U; u& L- ?( ^
0 _! |4 {; g% K: l$ t% |% g# qWhat you tried to say to me
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/ q- S: T# J- d3 ^" Z) i1 oAnd how you suffered for your sanity8 G2 M& m& e0 i2 [
: f" ]0 C% P4 ?7 S5 ]* V4 SAnd how you tried to set them free- L3 H" D1 _7 J- c' K
& M- ~; S* D* F5 N' dThey did not listen
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# k: E, b6 P7 e. p& i1 Z2 CThey did not know how9 l5 ?6 G) g3 D. l! ]5 T" x
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Perhaps they'll listen now
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7 K: s1 L& X" f) t" O. [For they could not love you
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9 c0 I3 K' t+ E# ]But still your love was true
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5 e) @0 C% {/ l5 |. \+ N0 NWhen no hope was left in sight$ G! K8 J! P5 j) J0 e: A
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- ~' p0 d# p' B* ~0 z: GYou took your life as lovers often do+ J! b) k5 s( M
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But I could have told you Vincent
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This world was never meant for one) g6 @8 u5 a% s# P1 I
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As beautiful as you; Y6 [6 Z7 a p' h* L6 k2 p
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# ^3 }2 T, K8 S- s! S$ w9 L) \Portraits hung in empty halls
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Nameless walls
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With eyes that watch the world and can't forget) N& I }5 {4 K8 O7 N
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Like the stranger that you've met
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The ragged men in ragged clothes3 }6 P3 G) M; q$ | G( o' I
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The silver thorn of bloody rose
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Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow, N1 Z9 r) K+ [ j- a( R3 q2 h2 ^
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What you tried to say to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity0 R# e3 N6 p8 E" X; n* ?! y f
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And how you tried to set them free
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They're not listening still$ o3 H' e! m( w6 }( R7 M6 |# b# W
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Perhaps they never will
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