Vidunderlig sang om et fascinerende menneske. Jeg elsker, hvordan din fremførelse af "Vincent" perfekt illustrerer, at de sange, der gør en forskel, er dem, vi mærker og husker, fordi de bliver leveret med dybfølt indlevelse, der gør dem nærværende og virkelige. "Perhaps they'll listen now."
jeg har fulgt stig i det stille, fra kommoden og tilbage igen, og jeg må sige at stig har et unikt talent, eminent sanger og performer. jeg elsker og nyder den stemme
Dette er intet mindre end en unik udgave af "Vincent"Al den smerte og skrøbelighed som denne sang indeholder, bliver levendegjort ved den intense og følsomme måde du fortolker den på. Det går direkte i hjertekulen, hver eneste gang. Tak Stig.
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, 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 flow`rs 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 soothed beneath the artist`s loving hand. And now I understand What you tried to say to me, How you suffered for yuor 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 Beautifull 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 strangers that you`ve met, The ragged men in ragged clothes, The silver thorn of bloody rose, Lie chrushed and broken on the virgin snow. And 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 list`ning still, Perhaps they never will
Vidunderlig sang om et fascinerende menneske. Jeg elsker, hvordan din fremførelse af "Vincent" perfekt illustrerer, at de sange, der gør en forskel, er dem, vi mærker og husker, fordi de bliver leveret med dybfølt indlevelse, der gør dem nærværende og virkelige.
"Perhaps they'll listen now."
I felt your singing from the heart, Stig. thank you.
Wonderful Stig so wonderful!
JUST IMAGINE WRITING A SONG AS GORGEOUS AS THIS
Well done Stig - with your wonderful voice and versatility the whole world ought to be your stage.
jeg har fulgt stig i det stille, fra kommoden og tilbage igen, og jeg må sige at stig har et unikt talent, eminent sanger og performer. jeg elsker og nyder den stemme
Dette er intet mindre end en unik udgave af "Vincent"Al den smerte og skrøbelighed som denne sang indeholder, bliver levendegjort ved den intense og følsomme måde du fortolker den på. Det går direkte i hjertekulen, hver eneste gang. Tak Stig.
Stig, du er en fantastisk sanger
Så smuk sang... du gør det bare super godt, ingen kan synge den som dig, Stig..
Stig du har en fantastisk stemme og specielt er du helt eminent til at synge ballader fordi du både har kraften og følsomheden i din stemme
Tak, Marie. Ingen kan formulere det som du.
Wow !! I have only just found this guy. I am very impressed, What a lovely voice, certainly one of the better versions of this song..
Rob Rogers
Flott sang, og nydelig fremført.
i min verden er der ingen der gør det bedre end dig Stig ☺ Har fulgt dig de sidste 22år, og jeg bliver ved så længe du gør 😊
Great !!!
A great voice in a great man ;o)
Great performance
Everybody lisens to love
elsker det jeg er 17 år HA det troede du vist ikke nå men det gør jeg altså
Så smukt sunget
fantastisk sang - .
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,
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 flow`rs 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 soothed beneath the artist`s loving hand.
And now I understand
What you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for yuor 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
Beautifull 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 strangers that you`ve met,
The ragged men in ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie chrushed and broken on the virgin snow.
And 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 list`ning still,
Perhaps they never will
The world are for beautiful People
Hvor er det smukt
Bedste version ever
Who is singing this in the original version?
DON MCLEAN
Don Mclean
Flot sunget, men Ivan Pedersen er gør det bedre, ikke mange når ham på vokalen