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本帖最后由 『半步癫』 于 2009-5-25 15:35 编辑
Ronan Keating为纪念去世的母亲录制的一张翻唱专辑
[Songs For My Mother]
3月16号,我们迎来RONAN自BZ重组以后的第一张个人专辑——Song For My Mother。
在去年圣诞节前两天,RONAN和他的乐队进入British Grove Studios的录音棚录制了一张题为'Song For My Mother'的特别专辑,以纪念他已故的母亲Marie Keating和庆祝母亲节。
'Song For My Mother'是一张动听而令人回味的专辑,其中收集了在RONAN记忆中童年时母亲Marie喜欢听的歌。专辑中的所有曲目都经过RONAN的精心挑选,因此在他的心中占有非常特殊的位置。除了一些像Wild Mountain Thyme和Carrickfergus的传统民歌,RONAN还将演绎曾由众多著名歌手演唱过的Joshua Kadison的作品Mamas Arms,这首歌曾帮助RONAN走出失去母亲的悲痛。
Ronan Keating:《Vincent》
http://www.tudou.com/v/Ecv6j1hRrho
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.
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 field 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,
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 head on nameless walls,
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
like the strangers that you've met,
all the ragged men in the 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,
how you suffered for your sanity,
how you tried to set them free.
they would not listen, they're not listening still.
perhaps they never will... |
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