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说到梵高,我虽然不通,但也很喜欢他后期的作品。色彩鲜亮,但又充满诡谲神秘之气,一直觉得其风格很配顾城的一首诗:
〇点
的鬼
走路非常小心
它害怕摔跟头
变成
了人
当然,人们对他们都有“精神失常”的判定,但这种离理性很远、来回在世界“边缘”的鬼才的确是充斥着力量与魅惑的。
1011s 发表于 10/3/2016 2:22:01 PM [url=http://forums.huaren.us/showtopic.aspx?topicid=2070798&postid=72909597#72909597]
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我有点怕诗人或者抽象派艺术家(我通常把他们归类为疯狂/嗑药那类的,这个是我的偏见),这首也没有读过,很好玩。我以前读过梵高传,但是基本也忘记了。
贴个歌,不是原版,是齐豫的版本,因为刚好是我音域,就是为了学这歌。你们要是开贴我就灌水,我害怕开贴会当靶子被各种拍
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。微信不一样,好友圈我做主。我玩的圈子也没什么人拍我,拍我都是认真给意见的,我服气
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3auMbz7itg]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3auMbz7itg[/url]
"Vincent" is a song by Don McLean written as a tribute to Vincent van Gogh. It is also known by its opening line, "Starry Starry Night", a reference to Van Gogh's painting The Starry Night. The song also describes different paintings done by the artist.
Lyrics:
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 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 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
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've told you Vincent
This world was never meant for
One as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame-less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in 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
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