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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。
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Vincent (Live) - 杜丽莎
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9 z- ]' u! ^, M) W' K8 G曲：Dan Mclean
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编曲：John laudon
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* r! F& f2 ?: ?6 w3 X( ?) C: r鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr1 @8 A' Z7 J5 {3 j+ [% T
! [, n' ?; I0 h6 |$ e2 P+ k, y吉他：Dodong Fuego5 U( q# \+ `7 z1 o0 a
0 H% g3 _ m4 b长笛：Charlie
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+ {0 c- m; G) J4 s0 Y) x9 RStarry starry night7 z! H( U: |% M. k! B. W4 u
3 e$ v6 f! w' ~4 kPaint your palette blue and grey4 I1 U3 f# j. `0 M. x; R3 I8 n
& V9 `& e8 [# H6 C7 _2 v! Y1 }, e- hLook out on a summer's day7 t& \2 a; @( |0 k8 D( ]
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul8 A! X& L8 F# M' [0 B$ a. @
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Shadows on the hills
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# N( D0 H! d5 U' g {) hSketch the trees and the daffodils! u c5 e/ z( _& M* J
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills
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6 q# v# G0 l, q( c1 PAnd colors on the snowy linen land: u4 J$ B# D* T2 e% V+ ?: f9 m! C" M
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Now I understand; V+ [* N9 m$ `# s9 h
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What you tried to say to me
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% P8 t2 z( p3 H# K oAnd how you suffered for your sanity
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9 `/ S# {4 T+ H4 r7 S, S+ Q: WAnd how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen
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& a3 B+ [8 _+ yThey did not know how! Z' p; |0 e* l1 y" T' W4 U
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Perhaps they'll listen now! C; Q3 p8 q8 x& S! o( W( @
$ z1 n9 F0 p5 n8 V2 c' u- m# uStarry starry night
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( I. a* P0 c9 M1 uFlaming flowers that brightly blaze4 a1 x9 c: O& s- |9 }
5 E5 Z- S( S) h, F/ YSwirling clouds in violet haze: I6 ~1 k1 A' t* `1 X( c7 V" Q9 U: p0 i
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Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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Colors changing hue$ q6 @! D! ^; V+ z: z8 m# |
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Morning fields of amber grain
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Weathered faces lined in pain
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; ]5 o* E2 _* y$ x& Z' b" Z6 _Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand9 N4 F& E/ ]5 ?& \
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3 |$ P; _! L7 t; MAnd how you suffered for your sanity8 x+ J% F' r3 k+ D5 H+ e3 S
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And how you tried to set them free
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Perhaps they'll listen now- o! T4 z$ h4 R2 ?; Q) F" x- b: p
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For they could not love you
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2 x! b# |2 n9 `# z' V6 H. PBut still your love was true! z, `5 e% }( K& Y6 ~
3 z# U" b+ g+ X4 I, KWhen no hope was left in sight
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6 D9 U( d5 C; A4 c6 l4 R( Z8 n( c. KYou took your life as lovers often do# |! E( A7 T, V$ [3 a
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But I could have told you Vincent! o. O( Z: \2 ]2 v/ J+ j
* ? b* C2 j1 d7 z; R/ dThis world was never meant for one
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As beautiful as you
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Portraits hung in empty halls
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; U/ H/ u- D& q _. LWith eyes that watch the world and can't forget! d' Z/ H, F* ^6 h. ?
, V% @4 H2 @+ `0 ]$ p. SLike the stranger that you've met
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The ragged men in ragged clothes+ k4 E* m8 G" y2 t% e4 V6 c
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The silver thorn of bloody rose
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Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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" A# d h( \$ h0 n( gNow I think I know
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8 d- v- k* v: m" Z* a7 N: HWhat you tried to say to me0 x0 ~# L s0 {0 r' f
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: B. ^0 _. Y9 V: \. uAnd how you tried to set them free: N* w% _; p0 v8 k
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0 F: K: ^+ a+ m7 f1 e0 g0 jThey're not listening still
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Perhaps they never will
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