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《文森特》音乐+乐谱----<古典版>
这首歌是美国民谣歌手Don McLean为纪念荷兰的伟大画家文森特·梵高而作，收录在那张为其赢来巨大声誉的专辑《American Pie》里，歌曲创作的灵感来自梵高的一幅著名的画作《Starry Starry Night》（星夜），旋律流畅得浑如天成，词作也是如画般的唯美，让人想起德国小说家施笃姆的诗意小说中大段大段描写的空蒙月色，整首曲子的配器就是一把木吉他，极致的简约之美。
据说在阿姆斯特丹的梵高纪念馆前，人们总能听到这首歌被一遍遍地播放。 齐豫也曾经在她的个人英文专辑里翻唱过这首《Vincent》，和Don McLean的原唱相比，更加空灵，空灵得让人虚脱。
乐谱：
http://www.guitarmania.org/z40/data/gowoon42/Vincent.pdf
音乐：
[MP=480,60,true]http://manon_or_waisum.sinahappy.com/m6.mp3[/MP]
齐豫版：
http://61.156.35.11/super/song/mp3/084_qy%5C084_qy_01_11.mp http://music.jl.cninfo.net/newzj/qiyu/02/11.rm
Don McLean版：
http://av.wanwa.com/fileroot/av/avfiles/24795.rm
FLASH：
http://gotitmusic.myrice.com/download/flashmv/starynight.sw
歌词：
Vincent_music&words BY Don McLean
Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer‘s day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they‘ll listen now.
Starry
starry night
flaming flo‘rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent‘s eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist‘s
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they‘ll listen now.
For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.
Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can‘t forget.
Like the stranger that you‘ve met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloody rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they‘re not
list‘ning still
perhaps they never will.
Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer‘s day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they‘ll listen now.
Starry
starry night
flaming flo‘rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent‘s eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist‘s
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they‘ll listen now.
For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.
Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can‘t forget.
Like the stranger that you‘ve met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloody rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they‘re not
list‘ning still
perhaps they never will.
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