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Van Morrison
Van Morrison


Background information
Birth name George Ivan Morrison
Born August 31, 1945
Origin Belfast, Northern Ireland
Genre(s) Blues
R&B
Folk
Blue-eyed soul
Celtic
Rock'n'Roll
Jazz
Country
Years active 1958—present
Label(s) Mercury Records
London Records
Lost Highway Records
Bang Records
Associated acts Them
Website Website



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Van Morrison Album


It's Too Late To Stop Now (1974)
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When you got a headache
An you try to soothe the pain
Go right back to sleep
And you'll feel all right again

When ya got a backache
Little rubbin' will see you through
When you got a heartache
There ain't nothin' you can do

There ain't nothin' you can do
There ain't nothin' you can do

When you got a heartache
There ain't nothin' you can do

A man can't break a stone
So he tried another lick
Iceman can't break his ice, Lord
So he tries another pick

An electric lights go out
Candle light will see you through
When you got a heartache
There ain't nothin' you can do

There ain't nothin' you can do
There ain't nothin' you can do
When you got a heartache
There ain't nothin' you can do
Hey!

(Instrumental & guitar solo)

Man can't break a stone
So he tried another lick
Iceman can't break his ice, Lord
So he tried another pick

'Lectric lights go out
A candle light will see you through
When ya got a heartache
There ain't nothin' you can do

There ain't nothin' you can do, Lord
There ain't nothin' you can do, hey!
When you got a heartache
There ain't nothin' you can do

Ev'ry time I think about it
Ev'ry time I think about it
When ya got a heartache
There ain't nothin' you can do

Ev'ry time I think about it
Ev'ry time I think about it
Ev'ry time I think about it

. . .


Look at the ivy on the old clinging wall
Look at the flowers and the green grass so tall
It's not a matter of when push comes to shove
It's just the hour on the wings of a dove
That's just warm love
It's just warm love
I dig it when you're fancy, dressed up in lace
I dig it when you have a smile on your face
This inspiration's got to be on the flow
These invitation's got to see it and know
It's just warm love
It's just warm love
And it's ever-present everywhere
And it's ever-present everywhere
That warm love
To the country I'm going
Lay and laugh in the sun
You can bring your guitar along
We'll sing some songs
And have some fun.

The sky is cryin' and it's time to go home
And we shall hurry to the car from the foam
Sit by the fire and dry out our wet clothes
It's raining outside from the skies up above
Inside it's warm love
Inside it's warm love
And it's ever-present everywhere
And it's ever-present everywhere
That warm love...

. . .


We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was one as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic
Come on girl...

Too late to stop now...

. . .


I dreamed you paid your dues in Canada
Left me to come through
I headed for the right way
I knew exactly just what to do
I dreamed we played cards in the dark
And you lost and you lied
Wasn't very hard to do
But hurt me deep down inside

Chorus:
Mmmm, these dreams of you
So real and so true
These dreams of you
So real and so true

My back was up against the wall
And you slowly just walked away
You never really heard my call
When I cried out that way
With my face against the sun
You pointed out for me to go
Then you said I was the one
Had to reap what you did sow

Chorus

Bridge:
And hush-a-bye, don't ever think about it
Go to sleep don't ever say one word
Close your eyes, you are an angel sent down from above

And Ray Charles was shot down
But he got up to do his best
A crowd of people gathered round
To the question answered "yes"
And you slapped me on the face
I turned around the other cheek
You couldn't really stand the pace
And I would never be so meek

Chorus bridge

. . .


One of these days and it won't be long
You're gonna look for me an' I'll be gone
'Cause (I believe, yes I believe)
Said I believe right now
I believe, yes I believe
Oh, I believe to my soul
Tryin' to make a fool out of me

I believe it!
(I believe it)

Oh, goin' 'round here wit' yo' head so hard, huh
I think I'm gonna have to use my rod
'Cause I believe (I believe) yes I (believe)
Said I believe right now (I believe) yes I (believe)
Whoa-oh, I believe to my soul
Tryin' to make a fool outta me

(I believe it)
(I believe it)

Last night I was dreamin' and I got your plan
Saw you an' your girlfriend walkin' hand in hand
That's why I believe (I believe, I believe)
Said I believe right now (I believe, yes I believe)
Whoa-whoa, I believe to my soul
Tryin' to make a fool outta me

I believe it !
(I believe it)

(Instumental & horn solo)

Last night I was dreamin' an' I dug your plan
Saw you an' your girlfriend walkin' hand in hand
And I believe, I believe yes (I believe)
Said I believe right now (I believe, yes I believe)
Whoa-whoa, I believe to my soul
Tryin' to make a fool outta me

I believe it!

. . .


I've been workin'
I've been workin' so hard
I've been workin'
I've been workin' so hard
I come home, tell you when

I've been grindin’
I've been grindin' so long
I've been grindin'
I've been grindin' so long

Been up the freeway, down the freeway
Up, down, back up again
I said, woman-woman-woman-woman
Woman-woman-woman, woman
You're gonna be so good

Woman-woman-woman-woman
Make me feel alright

Way ya walk
Way ya talk
Way ya walk
Way ya talk

Da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da

(Instrumental & horn solo)

I said, woman-woman-woman-woman
Make me feel so good

Woman-woman-woman-woman
Make me feel alright

Way ya walk
Way ya talk

Baby, talk
Baby, talk
Baby, talk

Way ya walk
Way ya talk
Baby, talk

Got the feelin'
Got the feelin'
Got the feelin'

Holdin' back too much
Holdin' back too much, ha
Holdin' back too much
Holdin' back too much

Holdin' back too much
Holdin' back too much
Holdin' back
Holdin' back.

. . .


You gotta help me
Can't do it all by myself
Yout gotta
Can't do it all by myself
You don't help me darlin'
Find someone else

When I walk, I walk with you
When I talk, I talk to you
Oh baby, can't do it all by myself
Don't help me darlin'
Find someone else

Bring me my nightshirt
Put on your morning gown
Bring me my nightshirt
Put on your morning gown
I don't feel tired
But I, sho' feel like lyin' down
Oh Lord, help me

(Instrumental & guitar solo)

When I walk, I walk with you
When I talk, I talk to you
Hear me talkin' to ya
Hear me talkin' to ya

Don't help me, find someone else

Bring me my nightshirt
Put on your morning gown
Bring me my nightshirt
Put on your morning gown
I don't feel tired
I just, feel like lyin' down

Bring-a-me, bring-a-me, bring-a-me, bring-a-me
Bring-a-me, bring-a-me, bring-a-me, bring-a-me
Bring-a-me, bring-a-me, bring-a-me
Nightshirt

Put on your morning gown
I'm not tired, I just feel like lyin' down

Bring me my nightshirt
Put on your morning gown
Well, bring me my nightshirt, ha
Put on your morning gown
I will always feel better
Feel like lyin' down

Oh yeah.

. . .


(Van Morrison)

We were the War Children
Born 1945
When all the soldiers came marching home
Love looks in their eye

Tennessee Tennessee Williams
Let your inspiration flow
Let it be around when we hear the sound
When the spring time rivers flow when the rivers flow

Rod Steiger and Marlon Brando
Standing with their heads bowed on the side
Crying like a baby thinking about the time
James Dean took that fatal ride, took that ride

Tennessee Tennessee Tennessee Tennessee Williams
Let your inspiration go
Will you be around to hear the sound
When the spring time rivers flow, rivers flow

And Steiger and Marlon Brando
Standing with their heads bowed on the side
Crying like a baby thinking about the time
James Dean took that fatal ride, took that ride

And we were the Wild Children
Back in 1945
When all the soldiers came marching home

. . .


Don't want to discuss it
I think it's time for a change
You may get disgusted
And start thinkin' that I'm actin' strange
In that case I'll go underground
Get some heavy rest
Never have to worry
About what is worst and what is best . . . hit it

Chorus:
Oh, oh, Domino
Roll me over, Romeo, there you go
Lord have mercy, I said
Oh, oh, Domino
Roll me over, Romeo, there you go
Say it again
I said oh, oh, Domino
I said oh, oh, Domino

There's no need for argument
There's no argument at all
And if you never hear from him
That just means he didn't call
Or vice-a-versa
That depends on where ever you're at
And if you never hear from me
That just means I would rather not . . . hit it
(Chorus)

Hey mister DJ
I just wanna hear some rhythm & blues right now
On the radio, on the radio, on, on the radio
On, on the radio, On, on the radio
On, on the radio . . . here's the band

. . .


I don't want you to be no slave
I don't want you to think you got it made
Do exactly what you wanna do
I just wanna make love to you, that's alright

I don't want you to run around like you got it made
Don't want you to run around like the Ace of Spades
Do exactly what you plan to do
I just wanna make love to you, that's alright

I can tell by the way you swish and walk
See by the way you baby talk
An' I, know by the way you understand
Love me baby, love me baby, love me baby
Til a, cryin' shame

Yeah, I don't want ya to think ya got it made
I don't want ya to run around like the Ace of Spades
Do exactly what you wanna do
I just wanna make love to you, that's alright

(Instrumental & guitar solo)

I can tell by the way you swish and walk
See by the way you baby talk
An' I, know by the way you understand, I just
Love me baby, love me baby, love me baby
Til a, cryin' shame

I don't want ya to bake my bread
I don't want ya to make, make my bed
I don't want ya to be sad an' blue
I just wanna make, if that's alright

Whoa, yeah!
An' whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
An' whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah

Her hearts a stone
Her hearts a stone
And, I just wanna make...[pause]

. . .


If you ever (play it slowly) change your mind
About leavin-a, leavina me behind-a
Bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin' home
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Home to me

I've given ya jewelry and money, too
Then I know, hu, I can do for you
Ooh, honey, bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home

God, knows I've tried to treat you right
I just stayed out, stayed out all night
Oh, want cha ta to bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on home to me

Jack!

(Instrumental & sax solo)
Next story

I give you all the money I had in the bank
Not one time did ya say thanks
Oh honey,
Bring it to me (hit it!)
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me

And if you ever change your mind
About leavin', leavin' me behind
I want ya to bring it home to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me

Oooh, oooh, honey
Bring it to me

Oh yeah, yea.

. . .


Chamois cleanin' all the windows
Singin' songs about Edith Piaf's soul
And I hear blue strings of no regrets
Cross the street from Cathedral Notre Dame

Meanwhile back in San Fancisco
I tried hard to make this whole thing blend
And we sit up on this jagged
Think it's about story block, with you my friend

And it's a long way, long way to Buffalo
It's a long way to Belfast, too
And I'm hoping that Joyce won't blow the hoist
'Cause this time that bit of more than they can chew

As we gaze out on it, as we gaze out on it
As we gaze out on it, Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview

All the orange crates is scattered
I guess the Safeway Supermarket in the rain
Everybody feels so determined
Not to feel anyone else's pain

No one making no commitments
To anybody but themselves
Talkin' behind closed doorways
Tryin' to get outside at the empty shelves

And for ev'ry cross country corner
Ev'ry Hank Williams railroad train that cried
All the chains n' badges and flags and emblems
Ev'ry strain on ev'ry brain and ev'ry eye

As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, Saint Dominic's Preview, hu!
Saint Dominic's Preview, hey-hey
Saint Dominic's Preview

Oh, the restaurants tables are completely covered
Covered, covered, covered
And the comp'ny's paid out for the wine
You got ev'rything in the world you wanted, don't ya?
Right about now your face should wear a smile
You know it

That's the way it all should happen
In the fairytale state you're in
Have you got your pen and notebook ready?
Sign right here, sign right here
Now when you get in

You're way over on to the 52nd street apartment
Socializing with the winos, too
Just to be and get wet with the jet set
But they was flyin' too high
To see my point of view

. . .


(Sonny Boy Williamson)

Take your hands outta my pocket, baby
I ain't got nothin' let to loan to you
Take your hands outta my pocket
I ain't got nothin' left to loan to you
If you don't take your hand out
I'm gonna call the police on you

I got hip to your record
The first thirty-five seconds I got in town
I got hip, hip to your record
The first thirty-five seconds that I got in town
If you don't take your fingers off my wallet
I believe the Man is gonna take you down
Whoa, yeah
Play the blues, n' blow

(Instrumental & sax solo)

'Jack Schroer on the saxaphone'
(applause)

I don't mean anybody no harm
I just want what belong to me
I don't mean no one no harm, no-no
I just want, just want what belong to me

So, ya take your hand outta my pocket, hu!
I'll ask the judge to set you free.
Oh yeah

Thank you very much

. . .


All my love come down
All my love come tumblin' down
An' all my love come tumblin' down

All-a my love, all-a my love
All a-my love come tumblin' down
Oh, listen to the lion
Oh, listen listen listen, listen
To the lion, inside of me, inside of me
An' I shall search my soul

I shall search a-my, search a-my very soul
And I shall search my very soul
I shall-a search a my very so-
Woh-woh-woh-woh-woh-woh-woh-woh-woh
Oh-ah, whoa-ah
For the lion, for the lion
For the lion, for the lion

Inside of me
In-side-a, side-a me, side-a-me, side-a-me
Side-a me, side-a me, side-a-me, side-a-me
Side-a me, side-a me, side-a-me, side-a-me

Spoken:
Life is strange

And all my tears have flown
All-a my tears like water flown
Water! Water! Water!
All my tears like water flown

And all my and all-a my, all-a my, all-a my, all-a my
All-a my, all-a my, all-a my
Tears like a water flown
For, for the lion-a, ha
For the lion
For the lion, hu
For the lion
Lion!

Inside of me, inside of me

Oh-oh, ooh-oh listen, listen, listen
To the lion
Whoa-oh, whoa-oooh
Oh listen, listen, listen
To the lion

Side a-me side a-me, side a-me
Side a-me, side a-me

And we sailed, and we sailed-a
And we sailed, and we sailed
Away from Denmark
Went from Denmark, way up to Caledonia

Lookin' for a brand new start
Goin', for a brand new start
Lookin' for a brand new start
Hey, hey, hey, hey-yeah
Lookin' for a brand new start
I want a brand new start

Oh-ooo-ah-ooo-ah-ooo
I-a-ooo-rah-ooo-wah-ooo
Ooo-wah-ooo-wah-ooo-wah-ooo-wah-ooo-wah-ooo

Ooo-wah, ooo-wah, ooo-wah

Da-da-dada, da-da-da,da-da-da,da-da-da
Da-da-da,da-da-da, da-da-da
Oh yeah

Lookin' for a brand new start
Lookin' for a brand new start
Lookin' for a brand new start

Lookin' for abrand new start

(Whispers)
Lookin' for a brand new start
Lookin' for a brand new start
Lookin' for a brand new start

. . .


Oooh, here it comes
Here comes the night
Here comes the night
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh-yeah

I can see right out my window
Walkin' down the street my girl with another guy
Arms around her like it used to be with me
Oh, it makes me wanna die

Hey, well here it comes
Here comes the night
Here comes the night
Whoa-oh-oh-yeah

I can see him turning down the lights
Now he's holdin' her the way I used to do
Used to do, used to do

I can see her talkin' 'round an' tellin' them lies
Exactly like she told me, too
Whoa, here it comes
Here comes the night
Here comes the night
Whoa-oh-oh-yeah
Well

(Instrumental)

Oh, there they go
It's funny how they look so good together
Wonder what is wrong with me?
Why can't I except the fact
She's chosen him and simply let them be?
Let them be

Well, here it comes
Good God, here comes the night
Here comes the night
Lonely, lonely, lonely, night

Give it to me lonely
Give it to me lonely

Give it to me lonely
Give it to me lonely

Tellin' me I'm lonely
Tellin' me the lone
The lonely, lonely night

Give it to me lonely
Give it to me lone
Give it to me lone
Give it to me lonely

I will be alone
Give it to me lone
Tell in me the lonely nights

Here comes the night
Oh-whoa-whoa-oh, yeah-yeah

Thank you very much

. . .


Like to tell you 'bout my baby.
You know she comes around.
She's about five feet four,
from her head to the ground.
You know she comes around here
Just about midnight.
She makes me feel so good, Lord.
She makes me feel alright.
And her name is G-L-O-R-I,I,I,I..
G-L-O-R-I-A (Gloria)
G-L-O-R-I-A (Gloria)
I'm gonna shout it all night (Gloria)
I'm gonna shout it every day (Gloria)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(Guitar Solo)

She comes around here,
Just about midnight.
She makes me feels so good, Lord.
She makes me feel alright.
She comes walking down my street,
And then she comes to my house
She knocks upon my door.
And then she comes to my room.
And then she makes me feel alright.
G-L-O-R-I-A (Gloria)
G-L-O-R-I-A (Gloria)
I'm gonna shout it all night (Gloria)
I'm gonna shout it every day (Gloria)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

. . .


And the caravan is on it's way
I can hear the merry gypsies play
Mama mama look at Emma Rose
She's a-playin with her radio
so lets go say La, la, la, la...

And the caravan has all my friends
They will stay with me until the end
Gypsy Robin, Sweet Emma Emma Emma Rose
Tell me everything I need to know
La, la, la...

Turn up your radio and let me hear the song
Switch on your electric light
Then we can get down to what is really wrong
because I long to hold you tight so I can feel you
Sweet lady of the night I shall reveal you

Turn it up, turn it up, little bit higher radio
Turn it up, just enough, so you know, radio
La, la, la, la...

And the caravan is painted red and white
That means ev'rybody's staying overnight
Barefoot gypsy player round the campfire sing and play
And a woman tells us of her ways
everybody sing La, la, la, la...

Turn up your radio and let me hear the song
Switch on your electric light
Then we can get down to what is really wrong
I long to hold you tight so I can feel you
Sweet lady of the night I shall reveal you
Turn it up, turn it up, little bit higher, radio
Turn it up, just enough, so you know it's got soul
Radio, radio turn it up, hum
La, la, la, la...

take me down to the river baby, and wash my hands,
wash my feet take me down to the river darlin,
and lay with me where the sun dont sleep,
i said sweet baby, oh tonight i shall feel you

. . .


And I'm caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue
And I'm caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue
And I'm conquered in a car seat
Not a thing that I can do
I may go crazy
Before that mansion on the hill
I may go crazy
Before that mansion on the hill
But my heart keeps beating faster
And my feet can't keep still
And all the little girls rhyme something
On the way back home from school
And all the little girls rhyme something
On the way back home from school
And the leaves fall one by one by one by one
Call the autumn time a fool
Yeah baby my tongue gets tied
Every every every time I try to speak
My tongue gets tied
Every time I try to speak
And my inside shakes just like a leaf on a tree
I think I'll go on by the river with my cherry cherry wine
I believe I'll go walking by the railroad with my cherry cherry wine
If I pass the rumbling station where the lonesome engine drivers pine
And wait a minute, yonder comes my lady
Rainbow ribbons in her hair
Yonder comes my lady
Rainbow ribbons in her hair
Six white horses and a carriage
She's returning from the fair
Baby, baby, baby
And if I'm caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue
And if I'm caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue
And I'm conquered in a car seat
And I'm looking straight at you
Way up on, way up on, way up on....
The avenue of trees
Keep walking down
In the wind and the rain, darling
You keep walking down when the sun shone through the trees
Nobody, no, no, no, nobody stops me from loving you baby
So young and bold, fourteen years old
Baby, baby, baby...
Ooooh-ee

. . .


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