{title:Vincent} {artist:王若琳} {meta: 原调: 1=C} {meta: 选调:1=A} {comment: A段} Starry Starry [A]night Paint your palette [Bm]blue and grey Look out on a [D]summer's day With [E7]eyes that know the darkness in my [A]soul. Shadows on the [A]hills Sketch the trees and the [Bm]daffodils Catch the breeze and the [D]winter chills In[E7] colors on the snowy linen [A]land[D] [A]. {comment: 副歌} And now I [Bm]understand [E7]what you tried to [A]say to [F#m]me How you suffered for your [Bm7]sanity [E7]How you tried to set them [F#m]free. They would not [Bm]listen They did [Bm7]not know [D]how [E7]Perhaps they'll listen [A]now [D] [A]. {comment: B段} Starry Starry [A]night Flaming flo'rs that [Bm]brightly blaze Swirling clouds in [D]violet haze [E7]reflect in Vincent's eyes of [A]China blue. Colors changing [A]hue Morning fields of amber [Bm]grain Weathered faces lined in [D]pain [E7]Are soothed beneath the artist's Loving[A] [D]hand[A]. {comment: 副歌} And now I [Bm]understand [E7]what you tried to [A]say to [F#m]me How you suffered for your [Bm7]sanity [E7]How you tried to set them [F#m]free. They would not [Bm]listen They did [Bm7]not know [D]how [E7]Perhaps they'll listen [A]now [D] [A]. For they could not [Bm]love you [E7]But still your [A]love was [F#m]true And when no [Bm7]hope was left in sight on that [F#m7]starry Starry night. [Bm]You took your life As lovers often [D]do; [E7]But I could have told you Vincent [A]This world was never Meant for [Bm]one As [E7]beautiful as [A]you[D] [A]. {comment: C段} Starry Starry [A]night Portraits hung in [Bm]empty halls Frameless heads on [D]nameless walls With [E7]eyes that watch the world and can't [A]forget. Like the stranger [A]that you've met The ragged men in ragged [Bm]clothes The silver thorn of [D]bloody rose [E7]Lie crushed and broken on the virgin [A]snow[D] [A]. {comment: 副歌} And now I [Bm]think I [E7]know what you tried to [A]say to [F#m]me How you suffered for your [Bm7]sanity [E7]How you tried to set them [F#m]free. They would not listen They're not [Bm7]List'ning still [E7]Perhaps they never [A]will [D] [F] [A]. Read more: Don McLean - Vincent Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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