~谁在哪里干什么~

        
   

Starry, starry night
Paint your pallet blue and grey
Look out on a summers 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 lined 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 do not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blazed
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grey
Whethered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when your 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
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn
A 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 were not listening
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will 


  初听这首歌的时候感到难以置信，一点点像Lennon的味道，旋律献给了Vincent——实在是令我受宠若惊的组合。
  后来知道了这是Josh Groban写给Van的歌，词很简洁，在舌尖齿间环绕的感觉，余韵袅袅。 

   7岁的时候就知道了Van Gogh，生日礼物有本《梵·高书信传》，很厚实的全彩书——老实说我到现在都不知道是谁送的。当时乖乖就从头读到尾，不认识的字还去查字典，匪夷所思的严肃谨慎。
   然而奇怪，每说到他——这个我几乎了解最多的“名人”，我总是缄默。
   看他的画，也总是不懂解读，看到眼睛疼痛，有泪水流出来冲洗它。
   不太喜欢花，却爱极了他笔下的花，花季的巴旦杏，桃花，梅树，鸢尾，雏菊，向日葵……华丽至极的潮湿感。建筑也好，人物也好，如果有种画可以哭泣可以死亡，那一定是他的。
   因为如果有种画能够最绚烂的展示生命，也无疑是他的。1888年的《夕阳中的柳树》——住院时曾习惯长时间的注视它，有灼烧的气味，烈性而脆弱和敏感，是流动的光和色。 

   这世界从没有像他那样美，也没有看懂这个最单纯的生命。
   生存如他，苦难就显得虚张声势。
   坚韧的存留住自己，很多似乎都会变得确凿，懂得最基础和最彻底，从而鄙视浪费和虚度。
   他给予了善感的我最坚不可摧的固执和笃定。 

   我逃过了我的7月29日
   感恩Van Gogh