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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。' W+ i- a5 L9 h9 s- d
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Vincent (Live) - 杜丽莎
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词：Dan Mclean" Z$ K4 ]: }% k+ T$ T4 ^8 v
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曲：Dan Mclean
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编曲：John laudon2 S* U& E$ ?8 z" m
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鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr2 A {8 ~' N( t
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吉他：Dodong Fuego
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" Q& j6 h. X1 |" q" @, W \长笛：Charlie
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Starry starry night; G+ E M! V6 X& H
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Paint your palette blue and grey
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0 \( J" S* M; d4 lLook out on a summer's day# v" V* o3 ~7 |: G
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
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9 N3 D2 e4 c' t! fShadows on the hills; W" q5 A8 p( D" ?4 p S
( b" K1 j5 H3 E% W* j* N* N- y$ qSketch the trees and the daffodils
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$ {1 K2 R% y, Y+ PCatch the breeze and the winter chills3 h( K* A8 N/ k b' ?
+ h1 q7 Z/ h1 A+ W% jAnd colors on the snowy linen land
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9 k k2 p# y7 s! c4 O7 @* CNow I understand
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. k5 j( W( H7 ^$ a8 AWhat you tried to say to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen* w9 G0 g: t( t( V) `( l
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They did not know how7 E( y4 \2 l9 f# I* q- l' z
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Perhaps they'll listen now5 W& K3 i' L* h1 A9 K! _- l6 N
+ W1 M0 O- b* tStarry starry night
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Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
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Swirling clouds in violet haze; x9 m* l# Q7 D# X1 e
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Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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3 g1 T" U% v' s0 l- sColors changing hue6 {6 V5 x/ ]7 ~! K/ k( |. s
f% W' }3 v% v+ S8 zMorning fields of amber grain+ k3 d' h% j5 s3 @" E2 G
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Weathered faces lined in pain
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Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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Now I understand) j( [! G n7 ^1 Y. g
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What you tried to say to me1 e( D* m" m3 C; E
# L: T- ]! N4 V* k2 {- F. k, eAnd how you suffered for your sanity
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9 a: j* R# @: H1 Y! GAnd how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen: P. A M3 f6 y4 t8 G+ N( u
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Perhaps they'll listen now
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+ X( C4 k: H% {/ ^' T9 w# q9 ^$ WFor they could not love you
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But still your love was true
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When no hope was left in sight4 \( A9 Y% s/ M, Z
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On that starry starry night
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% R5 D5 X4 w: B# \But I could have told you Vincent
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This world was never meant for one. P- ?! H, h% f3 Q4 Q# f7 D) M5 G
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As beautiful as you
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Portraits hung in empty halls
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With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
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Like the stranger that you've met
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) F7 B7 n n% N( K0 Z" JThe ragged men in ragged clothes
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The silver thorn of bloody rose
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8 P+ y( `" Z' p/ |) A" Y- tLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow( B2 |5 ~+ z" `9 ?
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen
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