Vincent
“Starry starry night… ”
Vincent 是一首歌名。昨天从室友，Cady 的电脑里得到这首歌，现在这首歌安住在波比仔的记忆里。知道这首歌，多谢另一个室友，美菁。哈！我的两个室友，一个是戏迷，另一个则上网下载歌曲的速度一流，在这种种因缘下，我与这首歌结缘咯。
刚才说，戏迷室友让我知道这首歌，原因是有一段时间她迷上了《溏心风暴》这部香港TVB连续剧。咿，那不是纯粹老土的争家产戏剧吗？有什么好讲的？起初我也觉得这套戏没什么好看的，我没有看里面的夏雨、米雪、陈豪、黄宗泽如何争那6亿家产，而是深深地被林峰（程亮）和钟嘉欣（常在心）的爱情故事所吸引。。。
《Vincent》是这爱情故事的主题曲。我不知道这首歌的意思，因为没怎么留意歌词（有点失望？）。但这首歌给我的感觉，足以让我写成一篇文章，不简单。
程亮喜欢《Vincent》这首歌，常在心特地苦练萨士风，在他生日的那天，吹奏这首歌。原来，浪漫可以这样。。。程亮和常在心交往不很久，时常吵架，经常搞到不欢而散。在吵吵闹闹的期间，程亮遇见另一个女人，从此三角恋让他们分开。谎言、迷惑是很恐怖的，它们会将两个相爱的人分开。分开后，两人开始写日记，将思念对方的感受化为文字，程亮的内疚，常在心的伤口，让两个人的心好远好远，也好近好近。几年后，大家因为都是律师，常常碰面，表面是渐渐放下彼此的执著，但分开的日子让双方更清楚，“其实我还是爱着他。。。”
当大家慢慢地，重新敞开自己的心，程亮却遭遇车祸，永永远远离开常在心。看到这一幕，我的心。。。深深感受到，无常。两颗心的距离，可以在交往时，分得很远；两个心的距离，可以在分开后，贴得很紧。一句老土的对白，最远的距离，就是我站在你面前，你却不知道我很爱你。距离就是那么奇妙。另一半死了，即使是阴阳相隔，你还可以爱着他吗？
铁达尼号是第一部感动我的爱情故事，接下来是程亮和常在心。轰轰烈烈地爱一场，也许会在你人生中点下绚丽的一笔，回味时，那弥漫的香气也会特别重。但有时候，平平淡淡地爱一场，才来得更细水长流。
“Starry starry night… ” 写着写着，这首歌在我耳朵舞动了很多遍，4分钟一次，我用40分钟写完这篇，哦，总共听了十遍。
ringo said,
August 16, 2007 @ 6:52 am
vincent的原唱是,是，哎呀，忘了名字了，但，就是唱的那个。后来，齐豫也翻唱了，我就是听这把硕实又飘渺的声音而认识这首歌的。好歌一首！
ringo said,
August 16, 2007 @ 6:54 am
嗳，歌名不见了，我是说，原唱者是唱and i love you so的那位。
kowky said,
August 16, 2007 @ 11:45 pm
其实，我不知道原唱者是谁，只知道那是一把很实在、很沧桑的歌声。昨天遇见一位佛学会senior，她看了我的部落格，立即就下载Vincent这首歌。哈!开始发现部落格=分享。。。
Jesline said,
August 21, 2007 @ 10:17 am
这首歌的原唱者是Don Mclean.我很早就很喜欢这首歌了。它真的带着深厚的意思。realy a nice song
kowky said,
August 22, 2007 @ 12:05 am
谢谢秀玲提供的资料，昨天才发现波比仔里面有另一个版本的Vincent(常常不知道自己的电脑里有什么，哈),不同的曲风和歌手哦。
peace said,
November 8, 2007 @ 5:27 pm
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 ,
And 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 ,
Starry, starry night ,
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze ,
Swirling clouds and 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 artists’ loving hand,
Now I understand ,
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 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 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 halls,
Frameless 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…,
kowky said,
November 9, 2007 @ 7:19 pm
没想到盟翠也看我部落格哦。。。哈!谢谢你留下来的歌词。。。