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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。; J, s) Q5 a! @' A2 k/ d* W* \
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Vincent (Live) - 杜丽莎
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词：Dan Mclean7 x! {( p7 U) @
/ d( Q, H1 w6 W) e" v) ~曲：Dan Mclean
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- j" ]5 L1 P- _/ w编曲：John laudon
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( t- @, E% l9 t& c2 {, U" ?. `- P鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr
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' d) V+ N* l7 Q& P8 }吉他：Dodong Fuego
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. _/ A" l9 J- L6 u长笛：Charlie
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Starry starry night
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5 ?4 O8 z8 z! c0 q; ~$ \Paint your palette blue and grey5 o5 ^+ [7 B# a) x. b9 u
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Look out on a summer's day1 \9 `# w) I5 Q3 A8 }0 O* [
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul' c0 h9 X" ~2 b; j$ z& |
9 |7 U; w6 L7 [" V5 uShadows on the hills
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, k, F3 p: F. ASketch the trees and the daffodils o' Y. ` s- u* u% b7 j$ T& b
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills; w, w; \, ], J6 U6 N
- Q; b d& W- W# o2 b! B7 pAnd colors on the snowy linen land2 I$ K9 b5 {3 i6 }6 B
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Now I understand" N, y' e4 i6 q0 X' L) d
- F* P* T( B. U3 Y/ r1 ]% F( [What you tried to say to me$ N( x8 q! q# J6 Y6 V
/ h( m% K; Y: f1 i8 S# xAnd 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# Y2 C# Q1 C# }9 _
) \8 h0 Q8 x AThey did not know how
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Perhaps they'll listen now3 ^9 ]% a) `' Y$ b C0 H
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Starry starry night, I1 A* V6 v. _% Y) ?
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Flaming flowers that brightly blaze+ r+ ^5 w% {- d
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7 G( N' w$ C5 z7 |Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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Colors changing hue/ ?4 P% e1 H1 x& ]! t3 F9 z+ k2 g: l
8 \, ~; U) ]7 P/ |$ v5 rMorning fields of amber grain+ n+ r, t0 R9 {
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Weathered faces lined in pain
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2 O1 c2 B) j. ]3 ?7 l1 Q5 y5 MAre soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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Now I understand e6 A! j" t( o. Q2 J, L
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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( e6 |0 o. s- G! H k1 ^+ R; D4 V2 CAnd how you tried to set them free( x2 E/ l. |/ L. s" c
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They did not listen
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They did not know how
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Perhaps they'll listen now2 I" j8 E, l! V6 T
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For they could not love you D1 g9 V4 T" k- i
$ Z$ F6 f9 Z m" s5 G8 gBut still your love was true3 v# s: K+ I" H8 W
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When no hope was left in sight) F- t9 B* s* k
; X- W3 Y3 N: q6 V. t; |% EOn that starry starry night( Q! ]7 \! S- U0 U
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You took your life as lovers often do( N& y* D9 v; H/ h
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But I could have told you Vincent
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This world was never meant for one, t: B, I- @8 H; _
( B" K, S+ K: ]+ S7 w' h/ W& W' mAs beautiful as you
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Starry starry night
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Portraits hung in empty halls( n* M2 C. z) f) ]% t* J0 b6 \ ~1 q
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Frameless heads on
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With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
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Like the stranger that you've met0 h9 W7 N; x6 K4 V6 M& R) _
( O+ i' q( }. e! @ @: @+ [5 i( cThe ragged men in ragged clothes
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, z! q8 A* x, B; N% DThe silver thorn of bloody rose
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8 j8 B4 n( j+ u# |: qLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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Now I think I know- X7 {& U* \, b* I0 c- z: M4 Q# h$ @
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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: l" T9 _, x* y' Q& S. y2 m( ?And how you tried to set them free5 P0 Z3 }( g- q: x
; @+ v3 j: u# JThey did not listen
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