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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。
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歌词
$ E* H/ N9 `: i4 dVincent (Live) - 杜丽莎" V3 d8 y" `. m7 r" ~
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词：Dan Mclean7 ^ S& q# C: v+ e& e1 y
& R8 R' ?4 F% b曲：Dan Mclean
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编曲：John laudon
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3 V. \5 \5 ~( E# ?( {. k4 i鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr
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吉他：Dodong Fuego9 v9 K; }* {1 L1 G6 {2 B& o
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长笛：Charlie
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; S0 ^0 O4 Y/ v3 J8 O aStarry starry night0 _& Z% }/ j/ ^6 p( v
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Paint your palette blue and grey, [7 o' P4 N* r
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Look out on a summer's day
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$ _; h$ u) s9 @3 W( |* L- wWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul Y0 r' K, O' n
8 {& L# }. g6 m& J( _$ n( gShadows on the hills
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Sketch the trees and the daffodils8 Z. j9 i8 h& c& U8 n! E! c- \
$ Z6 z5 Q/ O- u7 U* {. pCatch the breeze and the winter chills
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- R4 W% C9 C9 y/ A5 k" l, lAnd colors on the snowy linen land, Y8 x' V( b6 C7 p
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What you tried to say to me1 f$ K, J5 U' G: O( c) G8 ?/ }
i0 @+ z7 ^1 l/ F& K9 M1 ?And how you suffered for your sanity
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9 U7 @3 G0 O; O2 W# F+ c& lAnd how you tried to set them free2 O) L' E4 i1 r7 l
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They did not listen7 [) m6 _! y+ r7 m" t% f
9 Q5 T6 D1 w( n9 f3 }3 {3 \1 qThey did not know how) p# _; `3 Q- b1 z9 i% W
5 T& k3 ^# N. o0 ~+ [1 MPerhaps they'll listen now
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Starry starry night0 I3 n# L4 ?$ ]4 q& T' r3 f
% O* R9 Z8 m1 zFlaming flowers that brightly blaze
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! I0 V( m2 N4 ~/ oSwirling clouds in violet haze
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Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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- k) X( V8 F/ U! z) UColors changing hue5 v& V. o) {1 N( I1 D8 Q
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Morning fields of amber grain
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0 q) ?' Z; u9 S1 r5 b7 F& ~* h8 S7 MWeathered faces lined in pain
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Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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Now I understand. T- g: Y, o8 U0 J0 A
6 @9 a% {- V1 b) ^. MWhat you tried to say to me+ a* ]) R: d" u2 N' p
6 l- e! m# y( C0 {( H+ SAnd how you suffered for your sanity; H2 c* b! Q B* ~6 u
* Y; l2 S& M9 l+ s& p2 NAnd how you tried to set them free
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, V6 ~3 f8 n3 d' F7 sThey did not listen2 ]: q2 ]- l" t# W# K
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Perhaps they'll listen now$ T, z. M5 i3 J1 \+ g- M, Y
: k2 f6 E3 n5 x- S5 z# }& z9 VFor they could not love you5 o7 Q) Q1 g0 O7 Z3 y- E: O
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But still your love was true
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% S9 u1 D9 L0 F7 r, }When no hope was left in sight
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On that starry starry night
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9 Y1 d0 v4 ^( }2 g& z5 t# {8 `You took your life as lovers often do8 g) g% ^! }8 t- c1 m( H% n- y0 d
9 L' v7 f& e' UBut I could have told you Vincent! o( k- P f7 V1 @7 `9 o8 Y
! U$ @! [8 O! j" A& P3 JThis world was never meant for one
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1 o9 c/ s9 q9 KAs beautiful as you3 o2 c. Y& |3 b" r- k ^3 `( W
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Portraits hung in empty halls! ? |& t, `4 D* N" ?, I
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Frameless heads on. b- C- E# t4 X" v& Y5 k
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Nameless walls
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With eyes that watch the world and can't forget7 v8 P' ^, l4 a' |- Y
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Like the stranger that you've met$ `7 `9 t3 f; f$ ~' U: `
5 p2 c/ I3 q; S6 B# h9 n3 |The ragged men in ragged clothes
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Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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5 S6 u. N4 r8 i) s4 K; XWhat you tried to say to me
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. U5 o% ?7 S2 Q' q# f' _And how you suffered for your sanity/ z. G) i8 z' X9 \) a/ G
! x& P! _6 n8 Y# P2 b! \ l, uAnd how you tried to set them free
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! v4 d0 r) e$ i1 H( v. Y2 B( [; d2 PThey did not listen
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They're not listening still
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