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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。1 l4 [- Z- r) D
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Vincent (Live) - 杜丽莎) z7 _5 J9 p" [+ D6 j
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词：Dan Mclean6 l+ K1 k# m# I! |: T8 Q) o
+ ?' S! Z+ r' P曲：Dan Mclean
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编曲：John laudon
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( D+ J1 Q9 k0 l3 c2 [: f4 p& B2 S鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr6 B: Q* p& t* a! j% ?
1 h' `8 t$ ]2 R& k' e吉他：Dodong Fuego
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( @4 s% v3 |( h2 M长笛：Charlie
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Starry starry night
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Paint your palette blue and grey6 G9 A& X t: {
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Look out on a summer's day
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
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, V. j3 l+ l, \Shadows on the hills8 }! o* b5 Y! b* L' U0 ?
; n, u+ n5 O9 H5 U' p9 ^% ` KSketch the trees and the daffodils
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2 n8 k) F- `' ^Catch the breeze and the winter chills2 F% b* i: j8 `9 R( s9 v" h' {8 ?
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And colors on the snowy linen land# r3 e1 l" v- X/ z8 \% q
2 B$ o' m( J. Q3 o' q2 e- ~% W2 CNow I understand8 r! z, w! ~ p6 C; s
! i; X# ^' f! I' M! n8 Y4 ]What you tried to say to me; E3 q. D9 d) V, b, h/ |
+ ^7 G2 W, E/ z% n5 HAnd how you suffered for your sanity/ v* @) w' x7 p; k1 m6 O
; M8 z8 `# K0 f% a; I; b' UAnd how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen4 q2 l' i0 q+ H O) M
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They did not know how
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Perhaps they'll listen now3 Y. O k0 v% Z1 S
. h' z6 S; i4 S* AStarry starry night1 a- u$ ~1 |, y) @; k0 r/ J w% }- Y
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Flaming flowers that brightly blaze* r) Q4 K" t. a0 x3 O4 B, B( t5 A% n
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Swirling clouds in violet haze6 I, N* Z& r, r7 L- M3 [# ^
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Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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! f. _& f0 h& R X8 ZColors changing hue% S8 p9 y7 b7 ~* e9 _
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Morning fields of amber grain
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6 b1 A0 C# Y$ H7 F$ tWeathered faces lined in pain# S; u5 m! ]% ?( X. I7 n$ t
$ r/ w$ H' L6 N8 gAre soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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Now I understand
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5 D4 z# n9 c# u. \) EWhat you tried to say to me! }; a/ B# B8 Q, G1 A6 h: `
$ ]7 ?$ `$ Z2 g- P9 T% O+ W: Y y7 @And how you suffered for your sanity6 P! J* c q$ c: n
' x9 d* B, {' d' \And how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen* N+ y: f& n8 J& e
1 d% R9 @, T7 Z" J7 `! ZThey did not know how
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Perhaps they'll listen now* \0 |5 Y: A0 h9 h8 P9 w1 f, |& O
, a- U5 P3 |3 c& A( m: sFor they could not love you
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8 A! A7 u8 A9 d7 a+ i( WBut still your love was true
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( E+ x* E3 N( p3 _When no hope was left in sight
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On that starry starry night
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You took your life as lovers often do/ G- F( N3 I! {; c% w _1 X
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But I could have told you Vincent) E$ |9 Y0 M( b5 T3 Z+ r
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This world was never meant for one: }2 o* [/ Q6 t. c
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As beautiful as you4 g. k3 x J) v" \6 x7 e! f
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# ~, x( s2 \3 i, d& T- `/ cWith eyes that watch the world and can't forget
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# N% m- U' N' P% _+ l- f8 Z0 M) H. tLike the stranger that you've met
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0 q' y2 c! R) L/ p. }The ragged men in ragged clothes
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The silver thorn of bloody rose: ]" G6 S( L, o
( f2 ]* P ]2 o8 Q# rLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow' w6 V0 K: S& w( h* x2 Q
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Now I think I know% G- J% {9 O1 G/ u8 d
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What you tried to say to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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They did not listen1 n7 X- i7 r4 V0 V
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Perhaps they never will
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