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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9 O, {9 h1 h% F) g i$ N, B @# F
Vincent (Live) - 杜丽莎
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曲：Dan Mclean' H" \% z. u" F1 `) g
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编曲：John laudon
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鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr
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吉他：Dodong Fuego
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Starry starry night+ }( p9 y$ p i
4 o+ w9 s% Z1 z) T( J, @# F# h9 hPaint your palette blue and grey
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; C: P" M1 ]" |2 l$ K! _; i: u% [Look out on a summer's day
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6 i, k: z+ u/ q) K9 l) E/ Z- _With eyes that know the darkness in my soul5 S v% {8 T6 M! d( B- `; z
4 r5 Z, C+ n/ z- P' ?Shadows on the hills2 K7 f, P( V4 v; o& v/ o$ @
' i6 D. N# Q* i: w4 `( QSketch the trees and the daffodils7 g; s: N o; `$ W6 q1 G6 V& H
. D6 W% P0 B! G1 T7 sCatch the breeze and the winter chills8 q. Z9 L2 R, U7 j- v$ I
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And colors on the snowy linen land
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0 Z8 }" [# F# ]5 |4 b7 X9 Z$ GNow I understand
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, Q T/ n3 p$ O* R% D# D+ OWhat you tried to say to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity) D/ r& P5 G |% h5 b2 K6 k
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And how you tried to set them free
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2 f9 b) r1 v+ }) S' y( YThey did not listen
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6 z' G; u8 b! m6 c1 g r2 I$ B! n( a1 kThey did not know how/ Z* J; C* a7 r8 N$ s
4 ~/ O" Z; L4 Z3 z7 ~6 G: m8 WPerhaps they'll listen now
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, |" X* W# [* z1 Q& PStarry starry night
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; }/ k& C" y2 LFlaming flowers that brightly blaze
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s* F3 j4 R" V2 C7 eSwirling clouds in violet haze! r: I* k& [6 ]$ T, f# M
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Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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Colors changing hue2 ]+ _. C( K" O/ S% t
) m: i# _9 X8 ]2 G# zMorning fields of amber grain1 o; w# o$ H2 ]2 r$ x' M* E
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Weathered faces lined in pain1 g1 \* @3 c1 F# F9 ?% U
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Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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Now I understand* ^8 S' G) ~* k3 N2 F0 p6 _+ {
5 P( N [6 g% e8 [2 xWhat you tried to say to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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/ E( |+ P! i7 D5 |' g0 ?0 pAnd how you tried to set them free2 _, g- i' j" b+ s/ Q _
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They did not know how
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For they could not love you
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; h2 D- U. K/ zBut still your love was true
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When no hope was left in sight
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! T; w% c) r# j ]On that starry starry night
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3 b, W0 P/ y/ c, F% B$ W9 g8 I$ G: R6 vYou took your life as lovers often do8 p, S) c& K7 M( K, g. n/ Q
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But I could have told you Vincent
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This world was never meant for one
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As beautiful as you- n3 @- U# z0 X$ M2 i& `
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Starry starry night
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Portraits hung in empty halls
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D4 u& `6 D5 x7 }! O# R }Frameless heads on3 o8 b& m0 u% H
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Nameless walls/ A% x+ J5 Y; U7 T
- [/ H1 R; S; K7 t! A3 _With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
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; \9 W/ L6 V- a+ S/ ]# t1 I8 WLike the stranger that you've met
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The ragged men in ragged clothes
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The silver thorn of bloody rose+ z0 F7 e. E" Z! @4 `. h
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Now I think I know
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And how you tried to set them free
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. [+ I8 Y; m' V0 Q, X8 JThey did not listen
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: h1 Z5 i7 c5 U. A. ]7 X" ] sThey're not listening still
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Perhaps they never will3 f2 ?! I' |* n9 d
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