Simone请问有谁知道"溏心风暴"里面吹奏的色士风歌曲叫什么名字?
的有关信息介绍如下：
《Vincent》 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。 右键点击可直接下载。 齐豫版- vincent： http://s1.7t7t.com/pycs/r/0226/80879.Wma Don McLean- vincent版： http://music.tianya.cn/upmusicfile/2006/7/25/1104_6377407.mp3 josh groban - vincent http://dv.ha9123.com/bbxx2006/Y/20061283308385/33187978.Wma 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.
