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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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Vincent (Live) - 杜丽莎( E# c$ r/ j/ d& z( I3 P/ ^
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曲：Dan Mclean
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编曲：John laudon
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鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr1 Q9 Y% r" \: p& l k
2 W) O6 Y9 m" y吉他：Dodong Fuego/ ?1 _, S% [# I1 o8 y
- Z2 k6 \9 O1 A6 N长笛：Charlie
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Starry starry night
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Paint your palette blue and grey5 U, n6 r7 U9 ^; |; W+ S
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Look out on a summer's day$ H ?0 Y; P- j* ~* b) I
6 P# \0 E. g. X$ D: _With eyes that know the darkness in my soul/ h% J, \# ]8 Y9 L2 D
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Shadows on the hills2 c* R" ` \6 [% O9 L8 C. T6 @
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Sketch the trees and the daffodils
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills
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; o" x J% ]. Q: Z; ^/ N, WAnd colors on the snowy linen land1 m8 U/ |5 b2 v
4 ]+ W' p9 p$ r& w# g% u& V% D7 KNow I understand1 B1 C/ h4 H( s0 _
, \9 a8 z) C/ \# V( NWhat you tried to say to me- w9 C3 U3 h( M( X/ U* l
0 {" s8 `1 [: ?; ^And how you suffered for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free
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: \- H6 T- w0 r- S$ X- p+ z7 dThey did not listen
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) k$ y8 h, y# N( j6 _6 L+ tThey did not know how
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( j! B" U: q( Q8 u- N/ VPerhaps they'll listen now( _: M' q+ z a) s
$ E- J5 v# ?8 y% z3 M& O6 k3 ]Starry starry night( \! p" q. C9 |
$ P/ F, _! E# N2 E5 I8 u3 v& LFlaming flowers that brightly blaze
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Swirling clouds in violet haze
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3 W& H; p* l4 Q8 L/ o# I; cReflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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Colors changing hue2 _ _$ H7 z0 M7 O! f" R, O {
! g' {7 A7 s$ y" A7 VMorning fields of amber grain
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5 B: B8 D4 C5 I9 a, \Weathered faces lined in pain
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' N+ |& M8 M( a& ^, dAre soothed beneath the artist's loving hand) [. @" x+ U$ i' J3 A, m; {
9 H( ^& g+ m" l# l! UNow I understand
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* K: B& }' _( c% T' E4 Z* ~7 OWhat you tried to say to me: j3 e L& v$ U8 ~' U
7 `# s$ g6 c! }) @And how you suffered for your sanity
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/ X- S: |% Z X- iAnd how you tried to set them free
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+ H& C. f( b' K X; aThey did not listen
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, O$ `6 m: j# P3 M: D& J3 Z iThey did not know how
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Perhaps they'll listen now3 S5 \% \) ~& G( q
; `3 s) R9 A, y! _4 RFor they could not love you/ B* J2 z8 C4 p$ d2 V' t+ S
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But still your love was true5 C* p. V8 _1 g
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When no hope was left in sight
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On that starry starry night* U3 T9 O) s! K# X1 R4 v& q
1 {7 N+ Q5 ~' cYou took your life as lovers often do
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But I could have told you Vincent5 j& [# c# M/ ~8 I5 I
- j- V2 i0 w9 B) CThis world was never meant for one) q0 ~9 S' J/ C. d% b; C6 |, r
9 `0 x9 R0 t5 W* x1 i$ [* {2 rAs beautiful as you
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Portraits hung in empty halls
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# W, ^% w' a* D* S, ?5 JNameless walls* Y6 }- h1 N; n: \
0 n' j) H& _4 U9 x( U1 b6 l& |With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
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! H& M. p3 k8 j9 s$ YLike the stranger that you've met, W b" G, m6 o$ m
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The ragged men in ragged clothes
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The silver thorn of bloody rose2 j3 s; L! t) P
: U0 v/ e, {+ q6 J9 vLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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4 M% V3 C* f. ?# G9 L( QNow I think I know- L- p. h/ E2 v& _. o" A( K8 J
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And how you suffered for your sanity$ K" U* q& _$ r, K0 B
& c5 ]" @8 W: U7 v! YAnd how you tried to set them free* ~3 ^1 l e8 E$ V
6 p% ^& g$ [* o* K7 eThey did not listen
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, P- ?8 L: b$ T- B3 M+ ]They're not listening still
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0 \2 ]' f0 _5 ?. lPerhaps they never will
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