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本帖最后由 恐龙 于 2010-3-6 10:13 编辑
我的手机铃声一直是这首歌!希望大家能喜欢
《Vincent》(starry starry night,繁星点点)是唐·麦克林(Don Mclean)欣赏了凡高的作品《星夜》之后激情创作的。这首歌的曲风同其它乡村民谣相比并无异质,还是那种散发着淡淡的幽香的小品文风格,它的过人之处在于它那发人深省的歌词上。Mclean 用他那诗人般的手笔向我们展示了一幅又一幅的优美画卷,同时也以他那天才般的敏锐洞悉出凡高内心的苦楚,表达了对这位天才画家的深深的理解与敬意。歌中Mclean 用极尽绚烂的词藻来描绘凡高的画,旨在表现凡高那灿若向日葵般的生命。当凡高躺在弟弟提奥德怀里静静地离开这个世界上时,他才37岁。天才的生命总是异常的短暂,但却绚烂若夏花。凡高以如火的热情畅游于艺术的海洋,虽然周遭充满了鄙夷与曲解,虽然他时常被饥饿与寒冷折磨,但是他那永不枯竭的创作灵感从来没有被不公的命运所扼杀。他以惊人的创作力为世界艺术宝库留下了一笔巨大的财富。然而,天才不是神人,他同凡人一样,他也会彷徨,也有脆弱的时候。所以,Mclean又以朴实无华的语言来倾诉凡高内心的痛苦,以象“when there is no hope left inside on that starry starry night,you took your life as lovers often do.”这样凄婉的语句来暗示凡高的自杀。
从这首歌中,听众不难体会到一种英雄惜英雄的情感。Mclean 是一位才华横溢的民谣歌手,但是他的星途却充满坎坷,他总是被美国的主流音乐排斥在外。他曾经沦落到街头唱歌的地步,这不失为一种悲哀。其实整首歌也是Mclean在向世人诉说自己的苦痛,他以极为柔和的歌调折射出满腔的哀怨。因为天才总是被世俗所曲解,所以能洞悉天才内心的人本身就是天才。
这首名叫Vincent(文森特)的歌可算是美国民谣音乐中的经典。它的演唱者是著名民谣歌手Don Mclean,他用这首感人的歌献给这位“疯子”凡高,在感动其本人的同时,也感动了全世界热爱生活、心存希望的人们。在荷兰阿姆斯特丹的凡高纪念馆前,人们总能听到这首歌,它一遍一遍地放着,永远让人感动,让人怀念……
starry starry night
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
now i understand
what you try to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and 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 flowers 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 aritist's loving hand
now i understand
what you try to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free
they would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now
for they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left inside 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 woule and cant forget
like the strangers that youve met
the ragged man in ragged cloth
a silver thora in a bloody rose
lies crushed and broken on the virgin snow
now i think i know what you try to say to me
that how you suffered for you sani
and how you try to set them free
they would not listen theyre not listenint still
perhaps they never will |
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