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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。! X+ n- \! K* y* z
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9 V. s1 r! ~6 z% } ?# U) {Vincent (Live) - 杜丽莎: R: ^$ W1 U1 Y4 t( R8 d
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曲：Dan Mclean
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2 ~3 f8 |( k: `编曲：John laudon7 ]- j, u9 E) c: b j6 y
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鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr/ c$ D* l3 T5 ^& g
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吉他：Dodong Fuego/ ?9 ]2 J: [! Y1 ]
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长笛：Charlie& b" f' i) o' s2 S' f0 Z
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Starry starry night6 _' P" R/ S) C6 v I, _
2 n" `7 y+ y" zPaint your palette blue and grey& n3 @/ U: F) |0 W
' i8 k8 G. A- Y3 q1 V. kLook out on a summer's day
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul6 v. Q1 d* E; L0 k1 \( T
% M, W0 `* R1 g7 W4 k' HShadows on the hills
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2 i$ q$ Q! H* o. @+ W; k6 ASketch the trees and the daffodils; U( z7 u x6 O& D
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills* h Z' C$ X1 U6 ]- P4 O' h
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And colors on the snowy linen land
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8 `# l# r9 I+ f' UNow I understand
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- P" m! ~% V) N8 ]What you tried to say to me
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! {" n2 N( F' \And how you suffered for your sanity$ E' a3 \0 d' d; i; o; l
9 F& L# {$ |2 r1 d. CAnd how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen
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2 a* ~8 _. n" z2 j7 L/ EThey did not know how
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' ?3 d7 C! t r& J0 B' d* qPerhaps they'll listen now3 {: y8 R- f2 h" o3 y2 x% S# Q
; {- S& ?% J5 n4 i% V5 ]5 FStarry starry night
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! w# u6 u9 l2 E( Z' ^% ZFlaming flowers that brightly blaze
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* \* T4 `" U9 e9 P6 M6 [Swirling clouds in violet haze' R) k; ^; H% C5 ]; X0 X( U
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Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue) V7 o2 R4 Z- `3 m, p0 ~: G
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Colors changing hue
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) D5 ^; ^; u0 p1 {5 eMorning fields of amber grain9 v. X+ c9 S# ~' x
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Weathered faces lined in pain
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# i- Y8 X6 H( d+ l5 FAre soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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Now I understand U8 J' l3 T3 `2 j" @5 X1 \
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What you tried to say to me
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* \- ^5 c6 Y w7 t6 L' RAnd how you suffered for your sanity
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5 z' ?! I+ o m8 g2 |& j0 kAnd how you tried to set them free. T, J& `7 B3 g2 g. R, y7 m) g& G+ M
/ ~) j* {6 s# E5 W* @$ [. s' B4 RThey did not listen" D- M1 f. `0 D# p( E6 ^
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They did not know how" E7 j( K. i/ b' \/ a. g6 ^1 D
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, p; D1 B8 V- O ?5 A8 qFor they could not love you+ U& O2 q- f2 C# b1 s. h
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But still your love was true
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When no hope was left in sight
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h) R) x% k# s' a& {; a4 ^( |On that starry starry night* l6 t/ H3 Q3 X0 C
+ l* k- z: w% s# C9 [" ?3 w# dYou took your life as lovers often do
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But I could have told you Vincent- [% a W% o4 K! o
: D$ }+ P' Z7 iThis world was never meant for one0 ]" f& O b5 E/ ?1 B4 d; E$ T7 F! x
8 g3 @# |1 b1 W/ E/ N8 aAs beautiful as you
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Starry starry night# ~& Q5 A, z8 {) T& `
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Portraits hung in empty halls
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9 e% H' g7 Z+ B/ Q$ BFrameless heads on
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8 `- k$ s; m/ Q( h4 oWith eyes that watch the world and can't forget6 r& B( Y, u8 z" a4 E/ ^. E8 R
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Like the stranger that you've met
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The ragged men in ragged clothes# h6 |# P2 r( a8 Y8 m
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' s0 Q8 d7 y( r. fLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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+ i/ f, }; u, J- `9 M+ bNow I think I know
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What you tried to say to me/ T' D" Q6 X: r- F. E& p
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free. h( j5 X+ [' b$ j, F9 T
: K) d2 x6 \& ~5 `6 j- kThey did not listen5 K1 c- D9 `% `& R( Q# k2 U6 v) |
. T' ]) i+ s3 q5 q* CThey're not listening still2 [: m' y/ c' @4 M* K! D. Y6 h
; H" W/ \. k4 JPerhaps they never will1 y2 K* q2 K: h9 F+ Q9 @
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