" m* e$ k1 \ I, v, Z$ y" H7 ^ % n6 R5 Q: p" y$ [% A& o ) G! |( k3 o; W' E5 p2 o8 ` * X4 B: r; m% c! _) D: q7 y 我一直对很多的英文歌情有独钟。在我的音乐典藏里有三类英文歌:第一类歌是以优美的旋律刺激我的神经;第二类歌是以深刻蕴意拨动我的心弦;第三类歌当然是以至高境界—词曲的完美结合来征服我的灵魂。 9 l" j4 Q' [: e( P4 K% G
“Vincent”这首歌虽然只是属于第二类,但是它却是我的挚爱。不知道为什么,每次听到这首歌时,总有一种莫名的心痛挥之不去。一半当然是因为 Vincent Van Gogh,另一半是因为这首歌的创作者——Don Mclean。6 Z$ i; P% p9 s
歌曲创作的灵感来自凡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。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。 5 x6 D, e. C7 R* U1 G9 | 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。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以笔巨大的财富。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。1 S2 ]/ r" U$ `1 V- u; L2 [
著名民谣歌手Don Mclean用这首感人的歌献给凡高,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! ( B) I" j: _' o
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4 C& M3 Y, q" r1 t KStarry, starry night+ N, f- F7 c9 U% W' O4 u# Q
Paint your palette blue and gray - W" X! @3 }5 _( I! NLook out on a summer's day 5 u7 `7 H$ b! ZWith eyes that know the darkness is my soul% o( U- |, g% M' h) L
布满星星的夜晚 4 ~$ K; M2 ?* o( \把你的调色板涂得又蓝又灰 / V9 j! ^& K: v你的眼睛看着窗外的夏天 % u0 d+ }( a( d( Z+ b它们知道我心中的黑暗 8 h; u0 _! `& o* M# F! g' Z8 i " i, }2 @, e7 h% |4 e zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils! l: e4 Y2 y0 s3 O% V+ B- b' v
Catch the breeze and the winter chills/ |5 o' \+ o9 r3 J, b7 n9 m
In colors on the snowy linen land( K! G5 J3 ^1 w" K
画出山峰的阴影,树和水仙的轮廓 2 p/ Q, {3 l: o; B- N捕捉到微风和冬季的寒冷 8 A+ I/ g( H4 f( W" ], o7 g% {# v用各种色彩,在雪白的亚麻画布上 0 i/ M4 H6 S" ~# @7 ^: I7 u! U; S
Repeat* X( E$ J- n; ^/ k0 I6 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me ) ?2 ~: K5 I$ j7 zHow you suffered for your sanity 2 l7 h4 M( s" CHow you tried to set them free+ T" W7 S1 ` Q2 k+ Z* H' f4 ]$ ^: s" t
They would not listen, they did not know how + z: \( \4 ]1 d5 |6 i% b! | EPerhaps, they'll listen now ** h! Z7 o- _9 n6 H) E' M
现在我明白了,你想对我说的话 % S: s& [: P5 `你为了你的正常受尽折磨 * \# a/ f c0 M( d" e4 ?+ g1 [你多么渴望获得安宁 3 o: b; d: m7 [2 l. D他们不听,他们也不知如何去听" c3 U5 }9 m6 J' ]
也许现在他们愿意听了; x* o- h8 f6 w# z+ E5 H1 x, a
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Starry, starry night / D- u) K2 T( oFlaming flowers that brightly blaze- M8 R0 C+ S% Q$ g
Swirling clouds in violet haze$ u: N% \) v* j) V
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue # x6 G1 ] D s4 O. @Colors changing hue , morning fields of amber grain5 h$ u" ^2 \2 F1 _% e
Weathered faces lined in pain / y& N( e \& ^) {4 X; o0 X1 KAre soothed beneath the artist's loving hand- u+ T2 {0 t: l N* N; L
布满星星的夜晚 " W: [9 i7 D2 _; f2 B0 J) A$ |0 \像火焰一样鲜艳的花朵, u) H& i9 [) Q, H- X8 X
紫色的薄雾中旋转的云9 U0 h9 o" `0 `' V9 D
反射在文森特那蓝色的眼睛中 8 ]5 s2 I! H, ?. z; q3 d6 M变幻的色彩,清晨琥珀色的田野1 w% k& Q- T( [
饱经风霜、刻着痛苦的脸庞 # ~* P1 u ~6 a' x# g+ n/ {在艺术家灵性的手中得到安慰 . R- F! R2 \* B% q! T! Q" V; F% h j7 c
Repeat * 4 E6 Q9 W1 }; \- l/ e, X' |For they could not love you1 _# B; B9 q6 F0 M J: G6 U& w
And still your love was true# G7 S D0 [8 A' k: i8 l4 S/ j
And when no hope was left inside on that starry, starry night 9 x' J3 n/ S( m3 W* iYou took your life as lovers often do1 j9 S: e" E9 S7 W+ |! l) x C
But I could have told you, Vincent5 B4 n3 W/ z! H0 _# v ^- }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you' k( U; g) m% C6 }4 g- O& M/ b
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但你的真爱仍然存在! v) ^/ d. F6 ^1 \# I( ~0 k
布满星星的夜晚,心中再没有一丝希望9 Z1 S# v( ~2 _" s0 `2 C
你像恋人般结束了自己的生命 ; a/ @% A u, Y但我想告诉你,文森特9 L7 w3 `) p4 w" z. H+ B& A, H
这个世界不适合像你这么美的人 1 N+ f4 M. O# c2 `4 p5 J 5 p) U% m+ n I$ LStarry, starry night . A+ Y3 b x, b8 Y8 FPortraits hung in empty hall 5 [( z* m$ @ { @5 t& U4 }9 [Frameless heads on nameless walls $ a, |* h% z! c; OWith eyes that watch the world and can't forget- L3 \& J& H; p2 @
Like the strangers that you've met 3 ^# y* }) U# `# z. @4 p9 j% CThe ragged man in ragged clothes% r& X3 r) w1 B8 F2 r" `, F
The silver thorn of bloody rose [0 `9 _2 f9 ^* @
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow 9 {8 T$ H4 I: O2 _; t布满星星的夜晚7 @/ z- l- @/ E/ M9 O2 c4 m6 r
画像挂在空荡的大厅中( |' R% w- w9 N6 P0 G
没有边框的头像挂在无名的墙上 3 H' G9 S2 h" c眼睛望着世界,无法忘记' k! Z; k- Y9 g3 p! W' F0 m
像你遇见过的陌生人 8 ]8 v3 h6 |4 R* d那些衣衫褴褛的流浪汉9 A$ }8 R- ?/ O2 {, h) ?
玫瑰带着血,它银色的刺. ~$ e/ Z/ b9 w' g
被碾压,破碎在洁白的雪地上 1 m6 g2 g- S% p: a8 }! O $ _, T' m3 p. U2 \7 |' `2 G/ \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me" A% B1 @! q- j( f- u
How you suffered for your sanity, and % I, U- q6 W; I% N( kHow you tried to set them free* w9 O6 [% ?9 @6 ~7 ~' R
They would not listen , they're not listening still! o7 m, c6 Z2 _
Perhaps, they never will + c* J' q* M# R0 o6 X9 q% b( r4 d现在我明白,你想对我说的话$ y1 u8 N! W5 W% V1 u
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也许,他们永远都不愿去听8 S) M7 o* @" s" v3 O
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