[原创]瘦哥哥梵高——给吾最爱的Vincent Van Gogh

斗战胜佛

<B>以下是引用<I>流水落花</I>在2005-4-19 19:27:44的发言：</B>

<P>什么死了啊，不过是关老头虚构的一个人物罢了，你去查25史，还真有这人啊</P>

讨论么，需要这么认真吗？还要查历史？我晕…………

流水落花

打住打住，版聊要适可而止……

伊蓝

<P>还真能跑题啊</P><P>２个人都是天马行空　　赞赞赞～～～</P>

cheetah90

<P>呵呵</P><P>找到一个知音～～</P><P>我也很爱Vincent的说</P><P>记得以前还写过一篇关于凡高的文章</P><P>PS:楼主看我的头像，是梵高的那一幅画？</P>

一把菜刀

<P>悟空啊，今天才发现，你叫凡高叫哥哥不对</P><P>应该叫大叔</P><P>呵呵</P><P>开个玩笑</P>

斗战胜佛

<B>以下是引用<I>cheetah90</I>在2005-4-22 17:52:35的发言：</B>

<P>呵呵</P>
<P>找到一个知音～～</P>
<P>我也很爱Vincent的说</P>
<P>记得以前还写过一篇关于凡高的文章</P>
<P>PS:楼主看我的头像，是梵高的那一幅画？</P>

晕死！《星夜》啊！本来我想用的，看你用了，就放弃了，用了Maksim！

伊蓝

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一把菜刀

<P>他的画要是有一幅</P><P>晚上肯定是睡不安稳</P><P>还是趁没有的时候</P><P>洗洗睡觉</P>

cheetah90

<B>以下是引用<I>斗战胜佛</I>在2005-4-23 0:44:11的发言：</B>
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晕死！《星夜》啊！本来我想用的，看你用了，就放弃了，用了Maksim！

Maksim是虾米东西？？？
PS：贴一首歌，VICENT  from  don mclean
是一首关于凡高的歌  背景是星夜…我就是听过这首歌，让后看了歌评以后才开始喜欢凡高的～～

cheetah90

<P>歌词～～</P><P>starry starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
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.
and 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 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 smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
and 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 in sight 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 stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
and 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.
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