2007-10-12 02:20:1947歲-SA
Vincent (Starry Starry Night) Don McLean
很不錯的一首歌
天才是否真的是寂寞的
這一首歌我一直到前幾年
開始創作劇本的時候
一個不斷鼓勵我的朋友送給了我這一張專輯
才開始仔細聆聽以及體會
每每在夜深人靜寫不出一個字的時候
走到看得到高速公路的後陽台
點根煙
打開音響讓這首歌
靜靜的和著飛馳的車流聲
仔細的感覺歌詞的用意
也藉此鼓勵自己
now i understand what you try to say to me !
認識每個人之前
我們是否要謙虛
是否要體諒
也許很多人事物
我們確實不懂
但是要有能夠接納的寬闊心胸
或許我們不能被其他人所了解
但是否也不應該有被了解的期望
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
點選聆聽
堂 麥卡連版
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dipFMJckZOM&mode=related&search=
齊豫版
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QiZQYPtI7c
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QiZQYPtI7c&feature=related
天才是否真的是寂寞的
這一首歌我一直到前幾年
開始創作劇本的時候
一個不斷鼓勵我的朋友送給了我這一張專輯
才開始仔細聆聽以及體會
每每在夜深人靜寫不出一個字的時候
走到看得到高速公路的後陽台
點根煙
打開音響讓這首歌
靜靜的和著飛馳的車流聲
仔細的感覺歌詞的用意
也藉此鼓勵自己
now i understand what you try to say to me !
認識每個人之前
我們是否要謙虛
是否要體諒
也許很多人事物
我們確實不懂
但是要有能夠接納的寬闊心胸
或許我們不能被其他人所了解
但是否也不應該有被了解的期望
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
點選聆聽
堂 麥卡連版
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dipFMJckZOM&mode=related&search=
齊豫版
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QiZQYPtI7c
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QiZQYPtI7c&feature=related
歌詞
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 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 flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.
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.
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 head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the strangers that you’ve met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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 listening 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.
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 flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.
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.
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 head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the strangers that you’ve met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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 listening still.
Perhaps they never will...