|
|
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。5 i }% D+ B7 k
! _; l5 v; k- Z9 a4 l/ c2 ]& w
歌词
& `6 n8 ?6 ~% l3 ?! n# K' I% fVincent (Live) - 杜丽莎4 w r0 b) [* w [
/ Z, @1 u9 @/ n& ^ n
词：Dan Mclean& Z" |+ I9 j# N8 F( }' @- p# x
0 }& F, `6 | S曲：Dan Mclean3 a& ~0 a$ {4 |1 f3 C
1 F' b! k, q; n; b- I编曲：John laudon, ~1 @7 f& }: ?( i2 n5 D9 T
, p) m/ V/ I, Y8 s* S9 J2 a
鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr
& u- T- H- l! E# C, M5 C
9 u& {2 ? M4 p2 F1 Z1 z吉他：Dodong Fuego
! n" ~4 P% H+ q2 J# G, ]
/ w! a- I7 U8 q `# z" _% I长笛：Charlie- b; B8 S2 m! r. C7 z
1 U, h* U* K: S- TStarry starry night0 V7 }: E' ^# t
2 o) C" h O7 z$ `$ D: T/ t
Paint your palette blue and grey
3 I- m M* I+ L+ V
5 |; Q1 Y! \! O5 B$ GLook out on a summer's day; h7 E Z+ N9 U# G6 l5 d; R8 t
# p% [2 S. F# J# m! mWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul
6 l' ]! `' o) d
. `; s% R) f: w8 U! i+ TShadows on the hills
. b7 e) k8 P3 j& J
5 X0 q, |0 K) L- g2 h" QSketch the trees and the daffodils2 R* q0 R2 K& f8 l
7 C; B1 X1 L; L: y, F6 e0 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
% a2 k* }5 ], Q2 c& z! b' b) f0 M0 k; K
And colors on the snowy linen land: S ]& k; t D/ e; w. H" E: o
& T) Z6 a% q! @+ `
Now I understand
! {3 x7 ], d1 @2 p1 A
: C) g T' L0 A2 @* B; _What you tried to say to me( ^7 l! |) T7 S, a9 i C# y: s
2 p, y2 Y; | Z% N6 L9 t. rAnd how you suffered for your sanity
# o$ A) R: v. m7 q' c O9 N; |/ b7 }! {2 d" ^0 `
And how you tried to set them free- B* R8 X# V8 s# m
+ c7 g* A) N- @% c
They did not listen! e: @# `- [$ a2 t8 {' [
7 I% z4 z6 U9 o" J% Y# eThey did not know how J* O. I E! z! ?* {2 E8 |
* a0 Z( ?% H9 [; c6 l6 P
Perhaps they'll listen now R0 j7 f2 v7 {3 X
- M% r9 l1 |: I: ZStarry starry night" p% J+ m8 f" w" ?4 ]% w+ [
, W" x& \3 e3 S8 E M6 [3 ]
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze8 v r6 s) g4 b, w) }
7 b: b0 J$ l+ C( n% kSwirling clouds in violet haze& R. q2 D$ m7 b; s$ @; b+ i! w# U
) i4 j, N5 c- Q' }& P
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue8 D* y9 e- e% w- x; K
6 {. x5 w; p0 Z6 U, G' p( H" |( {; ^ KColors changing hue
! g I8 M$ G! r. D" k3 J4 j' I( p, b1 p3 [2 ]& \
Morning fields of amber grain
! l0 M# d5 p9 q3 V, F9 d" ^
; D! k6 C, g# `* u) qWeathered faces lined in pain
- c* |. G1 M6 G' ]3 z7 I3 g
9 ]0 z' E- t; k3 y" X7 n! [Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
9 m& n+ u1 V! j! i5 k0 N8 g |. Z! i
Now I understand
! n5 L* `% B8 X) g
( m/ p3 E' w z6 ~+ [# EWhat you tried to say to me
/ L. g+ ~* n& j G
- b$ t1 b+ g3 @) o9 |0 R, ZAnd how you suffered for your sanity B4 }- f$ b2 [
' x" V0 ~- a4 _' W
And how you tried to set them free% C6 Z; m0 }; i ^
3 _% u/ p& k; p# k2 q# DThey did not listen
' g7 e3 t0 g9 O. U$ n$ I
9 K' b1 q1 ~) a& a- Z5 w pThey did not know how
: [ f. ~ L* k, M u9 S& S# b; \% `) o8 Y' I5 c
Perhaps they'll listen now
6 _2 t, n G5 a3 w6 u3 _1 ]
. d5 p, s: S, e) C2 ]6 A) kFor they could not love you; W' g. e+ ?/ C9 c; ~
, p% u' D* d" `. x' P* ]But still your love was true
. V' i6 i; o' {4 U1 ?- |3 T% U( |" x0 _9 R7 q0 t
When no hope was left in sight
* C9 K$ D X5 H$ B) C- e+ T
" j0 w% z; v# s! h, o7 V& IOn that starry starry night6 t" O0 U x0 d8 F5 |$ _6 C3 j# e
W8 ^. u- \- u _You took your life as lovers often do" V; M; e: K& t, } ^3 n; _
0 V1 {6 N( @2 j, s1 N0 }But I could have told you Vincent
! _& c# U7 C1 p3 l0 e. L* H; K
$ C" q6 X U4 u. Y" ?2 K6 S6 Q# mThis world was never meant for one% i% v4 q- i8 i2 M8 |
5 R; ]" k$ F, V+ |5 D CAs beautiful as you
$ @' G8 f5 F! p+ E/ z# ~- ^7 }; G$ s, @/ Z9 m. f2 W+ d. v
Starry starry night
( e+ Q* k* U+ ?3 N: l' R5 [" V6 c3 Q1 d
Portraits hung in empty halls0 W& e) o) G7 c! n
- m# X! e- h% E( d; j4 C! T1 |' q
Frameless heads on0 \* d% z9 e0 I0 e. a' i( y
% B( j- I) c! V3 D
Nameless walls
, T' }2 T) n: {0 ?8 A+ \2 {) a: D, i! D; f; K
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
9 ~$ l& U; D5 y7 I9 n* D, M6 v9 t8 [, t( O/ u2 k$ z1 y* n! F, t6 c: p
Like the stranger that you've met
) T* |8 Y# u! H% `
, y2 E8 j, S" T& J8 Z# sThe ragged men in ragged clothes9 z" p& k& F! q S
1 i3 n8 b: p+ |) G0 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose0 s/ y' T5 t0 h, S/ [
/ D I2 M7 ?# mLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
: v0 p* R! d$ B) q
" h% j6 k; B7 K/ k$ p! q) I& HNow I think I know
: y* [; Z# I V* N* K9 I9 u2 ?% c" E: r/ H- P
What you tried to say to me
9 s0 E" \% p! x: r, g6 |7 I, e3 C* q% V/ c5 n$ L% t$ A- k, `
And how you suffered for your sanity) a( U6 @. Y" w: p' ]' T
% H* [3 `! D7 w; l% FAnd how you tried to set them free: C: q5 [! a0 V" F8 {& b% l8 E9 f1 C0 [- {
$ z% a& S$ s* Z, EThey did not listen
2 Z) a4 o9 W( L5 ^5 s8 y
2 A0 |* m# i* Q6 u \9 d7 MThey're not listening still; Y' T; h) @. W3 L6 ~# t
0 U# m: `% ~. `- M O
Perhaps they never will
& X4 O6 s- z: N1 {5 g1 C
3 `' X T, a6 T7 q
|
|
