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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
' v) ~) Y0 u" U& ` }- W* w+ d" tVincent (Live) - 杜丽莎4 C: I4 l7 n! ?) Y
y; h* _0 `, R* _词：Dan Mclean
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% f: [+ r& |* _: Y \曲：Dan Mclean# x# q; G* F5 ~) R2 L
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编曲：John laudon* B: T3 \ s: D
) `9 p/ X0 F' k1 \* x! D. V( F鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr5 z, `1 v; v* c8 J2 X9 `( }+ ]
9 J. N- u( T! C6 I3 l吉他：Dodong Fuego
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* D2 _4 u; k" t% [4 t0 x* h s长笛：Charlie
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Starry starry night
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Paint your palette blue and grey
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Look out on a summer's day- \) s# k' u! p$ z
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul. [7 q h- O/ ]/ f
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Shadows on the hills2 G, H: A3 ]4 h& F/ D1 G6 r
& f1 C I' z b9 `% d7 Y6 ?Sketch the trees and the daffodils
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills2 }# ]$ ~6 L% t
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And colors on the snowy linen land7 E, }9 G: L4 |- V
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Now I understand2 V( D7 C" q2 Q# _$ M( Q2 h3 A
* P% ~* g/ ~9 S6 e4 A3 XWhat you tried to say to me% m4 D1 a" \) K% C% a( d v6 }
, W3 p7 O/ S, ]$ d b8 XAnd how you suffered for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free
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) {* D* `% o# \8 s6 E" M% M0 LThey did not listen" j( N+ m% x( N7 Y" W: A; G3 Y
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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; ]2 W6 g3 U& Y0 J, R
x5 ~' e3 N5 t6 l1 JFlaming flowers that brightly blaze( ~. D! v: o" m. _- g) I: u
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Swirling clouds in violet haze6 h; c! M5 Z0 Z2 F& U$ p1 X3 t9 Y
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Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue7 Z y& x2 G3 Z# r
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Colors changing hue* j4 U( }: T& {5 X9 Y$ O3 ?
# V1 K/ D: f% jMorning fields of amber grain4 b; B: L6 o% [5 j& x
Q2 }& ]$ v3 j, gWeathered faces lined in pain) a% e2 h* y* }; R) Q1 V* s
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Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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& ]: R& |7 w8 F- Q% QNow I understand
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What you tried to say to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity' B" |( B& c( j$ D2 u* f4 R" c* q
: R4 a8 |% p3 w# d% ^And how you tried to set them free" q4 R% x* |6 t6 f$ F. T
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They did not listen7 l: L* J, X2 w% k. \5 u
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They did not know how" R( W0 f2 i2 }2 C& O& c$ ]
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Perhaps they'll listen now
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For they could not love you$ s$ o7 m8 n; m+ h& w
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But still your love was true
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; p0 N6 y) y3 ^* P, CWhen no hope was left in sight
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1 ~( p* j5 {7 f, P) mOn that starry starry night1 i9 v# R/ ?; d) M1 R
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You took your life as lovers often do
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, o w6 W' ?2 L( ~1 q% P& NBut I could have told you Vincent# O9 q5 g4 n0 J$ {9 h+ o
; W" Q% o" k" F7 R3 e( ?' nThis world was never meant for one3 v8 m) a" \8 l, O# L+ L; Y
) L: u0 N9 l- \8 oAs beautiful as you
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Starry starry night
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4 c, S. w% |4 ]) T+ [+ ?3 b8 Q8 cPortraits hung in empty halls
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0 A4 I! p- B# ^: YFrameless heads on
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& U4 h2 J3 A* C: f; L) r) cNameless walls
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& x/ m3 [9 N" B0 ^With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
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4 _! L! M: q3 ~3 |3 J9 z+ O) Q4 }7 ELike the stranger that you've met
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The ragged men in ragged clothes% u/ X$ c; E( E1 W
$ u |' W* M: J) ^1 O0 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose
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; s7 g6 f! |. a9 I0 t( {8 z, {% f! uLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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# }( V* N9 f( p5 M( m* PNow I think I know
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0 f3 x0 w) l$ N. KWhat you tried to say to me
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% ?' ]8 c$ B$ B1 k3 vAnd how you suffered for your sanity
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; A% H( {+ Z% gAnd how you tried to set them free& ^+ G9 S# M- b4 A
i% b! z. K$ T& ^! d' P+ N6 o! dThey did not listen
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$ V9 a( R$ k# b/ O2 gThey're not listening still! S" c* s, p( r3 v
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Perhaps they never will3 |! I0 P$ T5 S9 s& B
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