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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。& h- t7 s" W) d8 _8 V7 Q3 k
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: w1 N j& q9 O, x P2 k) b1 o5 |Vincent (Live) - 杜丽莎
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词：Dan Mclean
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! e: G$ l$ q: n3 t# @7 j0 }曲：Dan Mclean
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; h) @( M2 S' R; k2 ?编曲：John laudon
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& k) R9 e. w( r* W( u/ o: ?鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr. m& s# ]7 G4 I" y6 v4 S
5 m: |% n, Y7 M1 K( h吉他：Dodong Fuego
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7 [3 I0 j7 |& R& V* b G8 W长笛：Charlie5 T( J# f0 O3 Z( ?- t, {) I' u
. ~+ N( s* Q( \3 O2 \3 mStarry starry night, |1 p7 p! T) M" L5 _% l3 y
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Paint your palette blue and grey
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Look out on a summer's day
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% l# C6 a. Q: c* f1 ^With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
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+ u+ k9 U7 g1 Q4 C" V j4 AShadows on the hills
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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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And colors on the snowy linen land
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# c ?( p* K/ j3 @! e: iNow I understand
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/ G A# B4 {/ EWhat you tried to say to me9 w7 [6 T0 r" i" ]# X
8 R5 w) i" U9 f! ~' k4 I+ G' DAnd how you suffered for your sanity; O2 w& w8 o& O" f" Y' ~* {
9 [" h" J+ w; v" EAnd how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen. m) J0 V, q5 A$ d: \6 P
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They did not know how
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0 |9 f/ [# |; J5 r/ p! {& bStarry starry night
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2 N( o* l- e. j, A% }! CFlaming flowers that brightly blaze
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8 m% _8 m! l v6 n0 W6 \Swirling clouds in violet haze8 C" J9 z; v+ z# W4 ^8 s
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Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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" w0 I8 {. R9 B5 I/ m# s- \7 AColors changing hue. l/ ~2 d5 m! [8 G C" V
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Morning fields of amber grain
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Weathered faces lined in pain$ B( {) Q7 ^; E! x% s/ P! G
) `$ f& _6 w, H; E" @7 @. Q ]$ dAre soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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Now I understand3 X& L. O. A" ^' y7 b3 X
% r8 a2 m, M, _2 }1 ]' ^& w8 sWhat you tried to say to me
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3 \8 I3 h/ d5 v7 HAnd how you suffered for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free
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; u/ ^0 y, W$ H5 ^2 l2 k7 aThey did not listen
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They did not know how
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Perhaps they'll listen now
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For they could not love you
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$ V0 U, Y: K1 SBut still your love was true
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8 ?3 U' P$ y. m4 F& E5 Z1 OWhen no hope was left in sight
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On that starry starry night
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0 h: R, K: u8 t. XYou took your life as lovers often do; t! k i. Z' g9 E6 { H2 {, H
+ q% V# Y% ?' L; U& P* P2 ]But I could have told you Vincent4 P. t: Z1 T$ S! X8 c* i; T
) r7 ?9 i7 m* H1 D8 oThis world was never meant for one
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As beautiful as you
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5 ?/ F, }4 z$ {6 \* z; ]Portraits hung in empty halls
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Frameless heads on9 O: r7 }6 l- {. m! i% H. F# [
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Nameless walls; ~% g( O5 g* X
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! B- ^1 _8 u* i/ }6 rLike the stranger that you've met
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The ragged men in ragged clothes9 a" k6 C A c* J) A
7 o; j0 j. g% M# LThe silver thorn of bloody rose0 O# L: Z m3 s2 P! c8 M
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Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow$ M5 {! m) T! f. h
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Now I think I know7 {: t5 C) e0 N* d2 {" e
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What you tried to say to me; g% ?9 }9 [. {
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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% ^$ D, u; v+ b) n+ X& qThey're not listening still
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