我的舞曲碟子完成了,谢谢视听的朋友,是你们发的好曲子让我大量地吸取了音乐的营养.
在这里要特别谢谢"@天若有情@","发贴专用"和"风中玉树"三位,你们发的很多曲子都成了我的挚爱,它们将陪伴我度过开心的,不开心的时刻.
还有其他的朋友,名字太多了..............







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
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 smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
And now I understand
what you tried 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 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 bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know
what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen they're not listening still
perhaps they never will.

《Vincent》更像是一首借物抒情的个人小品，歌曲取材于梵高的名画《The Starry Night》（星夜），当然在唐·麦克林那轻柔的歌声中你也许已经无法将它联想到圣雷米的德莫索尔精神病院，在几近透明的木吉它和不加修饰的歌声里，你所能想到的也许只有一片点缀着莹莹星光的夜空，而绝对不会回想起在那幅画作问世13个月之后的那一声枪响，而是否每当一种宁静纯粹到绝对的程度时，也往往意味着另一种惊天动地的燥动也将随之而来，就如同梵高的悲剧一样。