Starry Starry Night(Vincent) [中英歌词]

Starry Starry Night"Vincent" is a song by Don McLean written as a compliment to Vincent van Gogh. It is also known by its opening line, "Starry Starry Night", which refers to van Gogh's painting The Starry Night. This song also describes different paintings done by the artist.Donald McLean (born October 2, 1945) is an American singer-songwriter. He is most famous for the 1971 album “American Pie”,containing the renowned songs "Vincent". McLean wrote the lyrics in 1971 after reading a book about the life of Van Gogh. The following year, the song became the number one hit in the U.K. and No. 12 in the U.S. The only instrument used in the music is anacoustic guitar, which is able to express the natural emotion, makes the sound to be beauty of brevity. It is played in Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam over and over, accompanied with Van Gogh’s paintings harmoniously.The song clearly demonstrates a deep-seated admiration for not only the work of Van Gogh, but also for the man himself. The song includes references to his landscape works, in lines such as "sketch the trees and the daffodils" and "morning fields of amber grain" - which describe the amber wheat that features in several paintings. There are also several lines that may imply to Van Gogh's self-portraits: perhaps in "weathered faces lined in pain / are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand", McLean is suggesting that Van Gogh may have found some sort of comfort in creating portraits of himself. There is, too, a single line describing Van Gogh's most famous set of works, Sunflowers. "Flaming flowers that brightly blaze" not only draws on the luminous orange and yellow colours of the painting, but also creates powerful images of the sun itself, flaming and blazing, being contained within the flowers and the painting.In the first two choruses, McLean pays tribute to Van Gogh by reflecting on his lack of recognition: "They would not listen / they did not know how / perhaps they'll listen now." In the final Chorus, McLean says "They would not listen / They're not listening still / Perhaps they never will." This is the story of Van Gogh: unrecognised as an artist until after his death. The lyrics suggest that Van Gogh was trying to "set [people] free" with the message in his work. McLean feels that this message was made clear to him: "And now I understand what you tried to say to me," he sings. Perhaps it is this eventual understanding that inspired McLean to write the song.There are also references to Van Gogh's sanity and his suicide. Throughout his life, Van Gogh was plagued with mental disorders, particularly depression. He "suffered for [his] sanity" and eventually "took [his] life as lovers often do."后面的先无视……梵高的《星夜》starry stary night这首歌很有渊源，初是美国民谣歌手Don McLean为纪念荷兰的伟大画家文森特.梵高而作，收录在那张为其赢来巨大声誉的专辑《American Pie》里，歌曲创作的灵感来自梵高的一幅著名的画作《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!! 据说这首《Vincent》在荷兰的梵谷纪念馆中，长年不断的播放着，以陪伴梵高和他不朽的画作。

Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam, The Netherlands.在阿姆斯特丹的梵高纪念馆前，人们总能听到这首歌被一遍遍地播放---民谣歌手Don McLean为纪念荷兰的伟大画家文森特·梵高而作《Vincent》Don Mclean 一直以来是我极为喜爱的一个歌手，但他从未被国内的杂志等详细介绍过。

Don Mclean 1945年10月2日出生于美国new York，风格为纯民谣。

Don McLean脍炙人口的作品非属这首《Vincent》（文森特）不可，同其著名的《American Pie》相比，《Vincent》更像是一首借物抒情的个人小品，歌曲取材于梵高的名画《The Starry Night》（星夜），当然在唐·麦克林那轻柔的歌声中你也许已经无法将它联想到圣雷米的德莫索尔精神病院，在几近透明的木吉它和不加修饰的歌声里，你所能想到的也许只有一片点缀着莹莹星光的夜空，而绝对不会回想起在那幅画作问世13个月之后的那一声枪响，而是否每当一种宁静纯粹到绝对的程度时，也往往意味着另一种惊天动地的燥动也将随之而来，就如同梵高的悲剧一样。

歌词的第一句便直指梵高的星夜，接下来以颜色、梵高所绘过的自然景物来暗示他内心的渴望，特别是最后一段“现在我知道，你试着想告诉我的，你精神上如何受到折磨，你如何想要拋却掉他们（拯救他们），但他们不听，他们一直不听，也许他们从来不愿意”。

这样的结尾，留给听者无限的悲叹，一位伟大的艺术家便是在无人可以倾诉的情况下，被炎凉的世态给拋弃了。

我们无法肯定是否梵高所承受的（suffered）便是他创作的来源，就是因为这样的苦痛，才使得他的画作鲜活强烈，直指人心，但是在见到一位创作者面临如此的苦楚，不忍之情不油然而生。

梵高的最后一幅油画是〈麦田群鸦〉，金黄色的麦田上是阴郁沉蓝的天空，一群乌鸦低低地飞着。

这是一幅直叫人透不过来的作品，隔天，文生便结束了他的生命。

梵高是一种启发，是一种感情的投射，实在无法说明这样的感受。

梵高用他的书信和画作不断地抒发他自己，像是一做不断涌出的泉源，鼓舞了后世一代又一代的青年，是一种难以言说的魔力，一种可以让生命燃烧起来的魔力，而梵高用他自己的生命完成了这样的追求。

吉他的声音如同星光下闪动的河水，安然流过。

而安静流过的何止是音乐而已。

37年里所有的热情和天赋，对尘世、对上帝、对卑贱或高贵的生命，对亲人、对兄弟、对朋友、对明晃晃的麦田、对或鲜活或干枯的向日葵、对星光流泻的夜空……所有爱，所有恨，都已经消失了，蓝色天空下那一声决然的枪响也已消散得无影无踪。

所幸或许是身后人重新睁开讶异的眼，给了他一生终其所有想得到的一点点承认和肯定，给了他甚至比他想要得多得多的爱，于是他终于可以傲然微笑于众人之上。

可这一切还有什么意义？唯一得以见证那段岁月里所有的忧郁眼神的，只是画布上干涸了的油彩，只是那只手紧握过的木质的画笔。

画笔不会诉说，那些色彩是以怎样的激情甩在粗糙的画布上，怎样的眼睛曾经凝视过它们，并且极力想让它们重现阳光的温度；色彩也不会诉说，那个阳光灿烂的下午，那个邻居们再也无法忍受的男人，是怎样在人们的注视下走进圣雷米精神病院的马车，是怎样原谅了人们对他的恨，他的心里又是怎样的一种信念。