7 A4 \" n0 m6 N+ G; d/ i % j. u% W5 @9 x y1 A 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。 6 v3 T! D$ i. v* B6 `. f4 n6 X
“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。" R! r. K8 l' e, k. I2 }' 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。 D v) f W' I5 ^6 ]0 o9 m 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。 , M0 S$ ]8 J M k N 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! : A; T. P. e* s0 `! `* S l' ]6 Q% e3 P! J5 }& h
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Starry, starry night 8 m- i& s0 u3 W4 UPaint your palette blue and gray 2 I3 q, I9 Y* E0 tLook out on a summer's day 1 `/ X+ K% C/ T2 l* m M3 j+ w0 h' n2 iWith eyes that know the darkness is my soul3 V# z& W' D. T1 V8 F* P- v9 n
布满星星的夜晚9 _6 C# n, p5 h! B
把你的调色板涂得又蓝又灰 Z" X) h; } V; J7 C1 D你的眼睛看着窗外的夏天8 O6 G2 P) [% [4 _& V1 Q
它们知道我心中的黑暗9 n l! Q8 g4 u2 W$ c0 M2 U6 d
( A0 {" a; x8 B# J3 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils2 q% a( L8 v* f5 B9 S: c
Catch the breeze and the winter chills. d9 X7 g9 D( e L5 q1 Q. \) S
In colors on the snowy linen land % l0 c9 H& M5 x/ m( n6 u# r画出山峰的阴影,树和水仙的轮廓 Z" a% E8 j4 n' i
捕捉到微风和冬季的寒冷' f7 a/ l( D6 ? P/ v2 ^
用各种色彩,在雪白的亚麻画布上 5 T9 d9 V! Q4 S2 R* Z5 b; v* z B # C# r* |# R d3 Y0 e' f4 |Repeat* 3 h7 h- _$ V% C* ~) |3 f# G, ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me 1 V5 } n" X2 z7 `( ~How you suffered for your sanity 1 m# V1 c8 e9 c' lHow you tried to set them free1 D! z& C1 R5 X u2 ?& @, [
They would not listen, they did not know how; I; D6 i4 d) I7 e G8 w
Perhaps, they'll listen now *1 p* K& P, S" \) }
现在我明白了,你想对我说的话 # H1 s, }) D! {. H! H; m你为了你的正常受尽折磨 6 ]$ \, ~2 {0 ]) P+ I7 V( R4 m你多么渴望获得安宁 : S2 n5 i' A0 B) l" g他们不听,他们也不知如何去听 - X: E+ Z, ^( b" p/ ?% s也许现在他们愿意听了: T0 w4 y+ m7 C3 K9 p* Q0 _
! t" c3 n# `5 W' xStarry, starry night& W) C! x" ?% q6 s1 y% z8 N
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze' ^# B! R7 L$ \0 I
Swirling clouds in violet haze1 \! l+ O4 w5 J1 q s
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue 9 @/ y4 q* C3 T% f8 } b4 iColors changing hue , morning fields of amber grain' E3 V, n7 z0 m2 H
Weathered faces lined in pain + N5 l C+ f; V0 p8 @Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand( |& U# E4 M. P2 L& C
布满星星的夜晚 7 r. X+ ?" \" h% } Y. [' L像火焰一样鲜艳的花朵6 B& y0 ]; ?6 J8 w; c+ d
紫色的薄雾中旋转的云* L9 _" e) ^# L7 \% V
反射在文森特那蓝色的眼睛中. j& k7 |' Y5 H" G1 O" a' b, f
变幻的色彩,清晨琥珀色的田野 . i; K# e* j0 [8 A+ a& |' Y3 Y饱经风霜、刻着痛苦的脸庞& H( S* I" U- T) {( K
在艺术家灵性的手中得到安慰 ' ? Z& [6 Z( V* C' q# b/ C. x" ^) C: X* V: }$ u+ c
Repeat * 1 P/ R7 F+ n7 p) ^1 ?" Y FFor they could not love you6 y' X& \4 r# C7 k/ g3 c
And still your love was true - T0 |1 }% }" Y* H+ w( s. MAnd when no hope was left inside on that starry, starry night ; c# B% E! i4 b7 e) @. ^You took your life as lovers often do 8 l3 S3 H& ]* J8 GBut I could have told you, Vincent r w: @8 O. g vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you2 U0 H+ K' \+ |
他们不爱你 ( ~8 g& E8 Y' |9 J3 @9 u; [但你的真爱仍然存在9 w$ x: |9 Q8 V$ O
布满星星的夜晚,心中再没有一丝希望( O4 M' V# b2 X' T6 y; J& t( r0 q6 S
你像恋人般结束了自己的生命 ' T- {& Q. V- j u# k! I+ E但我想告诉你,文森特/ S9 l0 a# c# S$ z# m( D
这个世界不适合像你这么美的人 ( l. s7 K, t- f4 _4 Y- f& D3 G/ M) n0 S
Starry, starry night! P d- [0 x' U8 q( V
Portraits hung in empty hall . |$ X+ g8 u! DFrameless heads on nameless walls + O0 x. B& |9 p" P* r9 R$ z* WWith eyes that watch the world and can't forget 9 N- f- H* N3 h U0 p7 R; mLike the strangers that you've met/ a, V/ P* C3 O& f
The ragged man in ragged clothes ) \) y% a4 T% c. [+ k" i! D6 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose. S( J( V6 a) Q' e7 s' u( s+ e3 L
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow2 N2 @+ O& _# s/ r
布满星星的夜晚 . Y9 e4 i% b0 d$ K- a画像挂在空荡的大厅中# ~; c( P, ?# z
没有边框的头像挂在无名的墙上/ t" b. W( e# Q3 r8 n
眼睛望着世界,无法忘记 0 [6 d, e9 Z% Q像你遇见过的陌生人 . l, p) ^& M# S% d那些衣衫褴褛的流浪汉 2 i/ a4 t3 M4 z玫瑰带着血,它银色的刺 9 z; M* m: a S; J2 L& C被碾压,破碎在洁白的雪地上 ) I/ I: _$ V% B& {" x3 N2 X) B / I9 n6 N, Z- I1 D6 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me ; o+ I% L! c9 J% a: G4 [) ?' n2 UHow you suffered for your sanity, and" d @; m p6 L3 E! I- E3 M
How you tried to set them free/ `" L: r$ p7 a5 }( t, J. |
They would not listen , they're not listening still% ^/ y e/ g \9 H- I
Perhaps, they never will ! b- c: _1 [# W8 l% ~, D; A1 D: l0 j现在我明白,你想对我说的话 ' Q( R* ^" r9 E% j你为了你的正常受尽折磨. A0 j2 T. Q) V7 @8 l7 w
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他们不想听,他们现在也没有在听 - g/ w, q+ }& g0 l' f也许,他们永远都不愿去听+ f( S4 l; P2 [( k: d7 m- l
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