歌曲《VINCENT （梵谷之歌）》取材於梵谷的名畫《The Starry Night》（星夜），當然在唐·麥克林那幾近透明的木吉它和不加修飾的歌聲里，你所能想到的也許只有一片點綴著瑩瑩星光的夜空，每當一種寧靜純粹到絕對的程度時，也往往意味著另一種驚天動地的燥動也將隨之而來，就如同梵谷的悲劇一樣。
基本介紹
- 中文名稱：梵谷之歌
- 外文名稱：Vincent
- 所屬專輯：American Pie
- 歌曲時長：08:33
- 發行時間：1971年10月01日
- 歌曲原唱：Don McLean
- 音樂風格：民謠搖滾 Folk Rock，當代民謠
歌曲介紹,歌詞,
歌曲介紹
《Vincent》更像是一首借物抒情的個人小品，歌曲取材於梵谷的名畫《The Starry Night》（星夜），當然在唐·麥克林那輕柔的歌聲中你也許已經無法將它聯想到聖雷米的德莫索爾精神病院，在幾近透明的木吉它和不加修飾的歌聲里，你所能想到的也許只有一片點綴著瑩瑩星光的夜空，而絕對不會回想起在那幅畫作問世13個月之後的那一聲槍響，而是否每當一種寧靜純粹到絕對的程度時，也往往意味著另一種驚天動地的燥動也將隨之而來，就如同梵谷的悲劇一樣。
正是《American Pie》和《Vincent》兩首作品給了唐·麥克林一生享用不盡的名利，你如果能找到一張他的精選專輯裡居然沒有收錄以上兩首作品中的任一首，那我就對你五體投地，事實上，唱片公司的發行人才不會幹那大腦缺氧的傻事，所以每次聽唐·麥克林的精選或回顧專輯，也正是讓你多一次機會重溫一下這兩首名曲，就像2000年由Capitol發行的《American Pie-The Greatest Hits》的精選專輯，雖然也收錄了由他翻唱的著名愛爾蘭民謠《Mountains Of Mourne》以及Roy Orbison的名曲《Crying》，甚至還有他最敬仰的歌手Buddy Holly的作品《Everyday》，但與《American Pie》和《Vincent》相比，他們也只有退居其次、扮演一個默默無聞的小角色了。
這就是一個美國的民謠時代，這就是一個紐約的民謠歌手，這就是一張記錄一個時代的專輯。
歌詞
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness
in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and 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 fields 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
And still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
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 hall
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world
and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on
the virgin snow
and no
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..
