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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


Magic Time (2005)
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(Van Morrison)

I'm stranded at the edge of the world
It's a world I don't know
Got no where to go
Feels like I'm stranded

And I'm stranded between that ol' devil and the deep blue sea
And nobody's gonna tell me, tell me what, what time it is

Everyday, everyday, it's hustle, hustle time, hustle time
Everyday and every way, one more, one more mountain to climb

It's leaving me stranded
In my own little island
With my eyes open wide
But I'm feeling stranded

Every, every, everyday, it's hustle time
Every way, one more mountain to climb

I'm stranded between the devil and the deep blue sea
There ain't no where else to be

. . .


(Van Morrison)

If I don't see you through the week
See you through the window
See you next time that we're talking on the telephone
And if I don't see you in that Indian summer
Then I want to see you further on up the road

I said, oh won't you come back?
I have to see you my dear
Want you come back in the Celtic New Year?
In the Celtic New Year

If I don't see you when I'm going down Louisiana
If I don't see you when I'm down on Bourbon Street
If you don't see me when I'm singing Jack of Diamonds
If you don't see me when I'm on my lucky streak

Woa, I want you, want you to come on back
I've made it very clear
I want you to come back home in the Celtic New Year
Celtic New Year

If I don't see you when the bonfires are burning, burning
If I don't see you when we're singing the Gloriana tune
If I've got to see you when it's raining deep inside the forest
I got to see you at the waning of the moon

Said oh, won't you come on back?
Want you to be of good cheer
Come back home on the Celtic New Year

Celtic New Year, Celtic New Year
Celtic New Year
In the Celtic New Year
In the Celtic New Year

Come on home, come on home, come on home, come on home

. . .


(Van Morrison)

You gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay
Gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay
Got to fight with all your might not to get in the bleeding heart's way

You gotta fight for your rights, you can't bury your head in the sand
You gotta fight for your rights, you can't just bury your head in the sand
Politics and religion, superstition go hand in hand

Well you're going through the motions and they can't hear a word you say
Well you're going through the motions, they don't want to hear a word you say
Got to keep boredom at bay and keep mediocrity away

Gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay
Gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay
Got to fight with all your might not to get in the bleeding heart's way


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(Van Morrison)

Love to hear that evening train go by
Love to hear that evening train go by
'Specially when my baby's in my mind

Love to hear that lonesome whistle blow
Love to hear that lonesome whistle blow
When I make my way on down the road

My my
Bye bye
Don't cry
Don't sigh
When you hear that evening train go by

Love to hear that evening train on time
Love to hear that evening train on time
'Specially when those worries are on my mind

My my
Don't cry
Why why
Don't sigh
When you hear that evening train go by

Love to see those fields I used to roam
Love to see those fields I used to roam
Then I know I'm on my way back home

My my
Goodbye
Don't cry
Don't sigh
When you hear that evening train go by


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(Parker / Sanicola / Sinatra)

This love of mine goes on and on
Though life is empty since you have gone
You're always on my mind though out of sight
It's lonesome through the day but oh, the lonely nights

I cry my heart out, it's bound to break
Since nothing matters just let it break
I ask the sun and the moon and the stars that shine
What's to become of it?
This love of mine

I cry my heart out, it's bound to break
But since nothing matters go ahead and let it break
I ask the sun and the moon and all the stars that shine
What's to become of it?
What's to become of it?
What's to become of it?

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(Perry Como / Guy Lombardo)

I'm confessin' that I love you
Tell me do you love me too?
I'm confessin' that I need you
Honest, honest I do, I do, oh yeah

In your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, your eyes
I read such strange things
But your lips deny that they are true
Baby will your answer really change things?
Making me blue

I'm afraid some day you're gonna leave me
Saying, why can't we still be friends?
If you go, you know your gonna grieve me
'Cos all my life on you depends

I'm guessing, guessing that you love me
Dreaming dreams, dreaming dreams, dreaming, dreaming. dreaming dreams of you in
vain
Woohh, I'm confessin' that I love you
Over, over, over, over and over again

Woohh I'm afraid some day, some day you're going to leave me
Saying baby can we still be friends, old friends now
If you go, if you go you know your gonna grieve me
'Cos all my life on you depends

I'm guessing that you love me, yeah
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming dreams of you in vain
Oh, I'm confessin' that I love you
Over and over and over and over and over and over again
I'm confessin' that I love you over and over and over

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(Van Morrison)

Some days it gets completely crazy
And I feel like howling at the moon
Then sometimes it feels so easy
Like I was born with a silver spoon

Other times you just can't reach me
Seems like I've got a heart of stone
Guess I need my solitude
And I have to make it on my own

Well I guess I'm going A.W.O.L.
Disconnect my telephone
Just like Greta Garbo
I want to be alone

Need to make some real connection
Baby something's just got to give
'Cos I've been too long in exile
I've been grinding at the mill

Too long to decode all the secrets
Have to get some elbow room
Most people think that everything
Is just what they assume

Well I know I'm going A.W.O.L.
Tell everyone I'm not at home
Just like Greta Garbo
I just want to be alone

Well I'm going out to L.A.
I wanna get my business done
Then I'm going on to Vegas
Then I'm going on the run

If anybody asks you have you seen me
Please just tell them no
'Cos I'm living on the outside
And I have nowhere to go

Well I guess I'm going A.W.O.L.
Disconnect my telephone
Just like Greta Garbo
I just want to be alone

I just want to be alone
Disconnect my telephone
Just like Greta Garbo

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(Van Morrison)

It's just the gypsy in my soul
Make me pack up my things and go
It may seem like I'm on a roll
But it's just the gypsy in my soul

Layin' out in the midday sun
Tryin' so hard not to run
Looking out at the deep blue sea
I guess it's just the gypsy in me

Jump on that train, catch that plane
Here and there and back again

Well it seems like some kind of cruel fate
Keep me moving in this restless state
Sometimes it feels like I don't have any goal
It's just the gypsy?/P>

Catch that train, jump on that plane
Here and there and back again

Well it seems like some kind of cruel fate
Keep me moving, moving in permanent restless state
Seems like some days I don't have any goal
It's just the gypsy in my soul

Gypsy in my soul

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(Brooks / Razaf / Waller)

Old empty bed, springs hard as lead
Something I said made you see red
What did I do to feel so lonely and blue?

Even the mouse, up and ran from the house
Laughed at me so scornfully
What did I do to feel this lonely and blue?

I cried and I sighed
But that don't help my game, no, no, no, no
I tried to hide
But things don't seem the same, oh

How will it end? I ain't got no friend
My only sin is in your grin
Oh what did I do to feel this lonely and blue?

I cried and I sighed
But that don't, don't help my game
I tried to hide
Things don't seem the same, oh

How will it end? Ain't got no friend
My only sin was in your grin
Oh what did I do to feel so lonely and blue?

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(Van Morrison)

The lion this time again
He's in the circus in a cage
He's trying to break out of the frame
The lion this time

He hears that same old sad refrain
But they can't hold him with no chain
And they just can't denounce his claim
The lion again

And he's trying to get free
He knows that something's bothering me
That I'm not too blind to see
The lion again
Oh, the love that's in his soul
Is trying to get out you know
If only you could hear it roar
The lion again this time

They couldn't take away his throne
He knows that he must stand alone
If need be, have a heart of stone
The lion again

The lion this time again
He's in the circus in a cage
No wonder that he's in a rage
The lion again

And he's trying to get free
And he knows that something's bothering me
Oh, but I'm not too blind to see
The lion this time
The longing that's in his soul
Is trying to get out you know
Only you could hear it roar
For the lion this time

They couldn't take away his throne
He knows that he must stand alone
If need be have a heart of stone
The lion again

The lion again this time
He's in the circus in a cage
No wonder that he's in a rage
The lion this time

The lion this time again
He's in the circus in a cage
No wonder that he's not the same
The lion again

The lion this time, the lion this time
The lion this time, the lion this time
The lion this time, the lion this time
The lion this time, the lion this time

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(Van Morrison)

Don't lose the wonder in your eyes
I can see it right now when you smile
Let me go back, for a while
Let me go back, for a while
To that magic time

You can call it nostalgia, I don't mind
Standing on that windswept hillside
Listenin' to the church bells chime
Listen to the church bells chime
In that magic time

Oh the road it never ends
Good to see you my old friend
Once again we sit right down and share the wine

Shivers up and down my spine
It's a feeling so divine
Let me go back for a while
Got to back for a while
To that magic time

Oh the road it never ends
Good to see you my old friend
Once again we'll sit down and share the wine

And we'll go back in your prime
The sun is gonna shine
When we go back for a while
When we go back for a while
To that magic time

Don't lose the wonder in your eyes
It's right there when you smile
Got to go back, for a while
Got to go back, for a while
To that magic time

Call it nostalgia, I don't mind
Standing on that windswept hillside
Listenin' to the church bells chime
Listenin' to the church bells chime
In that magic time

If we go back, for a while
Let me go back, for a while

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(Van Morrison)

Sold me out for a few shekels and divided up my robes
They sold me out
It's the oldest story that's ever been told
They sold me out
Didn't even give it no shred of doubt, no, no
They sold me out
Didn't even sit down and try to figure it out
They just sold me out

For the few shekels more, they didn't even think twice
For a few shekels more, another minute in the spotlight

My own people did it to me just 'cos they could
They sold me out
So beware brother it could happen to you
They sold me out

For the few shekels more, they didn't even think twice
Just for a few shekels more, another minute of two in the spotlight

My own people did it to me just 'cos they could
They sold me out
Got to beware brother it just might happen to you
They sold me out
Sold me out for a few shekels and they divided up my robes
They sold me out
It's the oldest story that's ever been told
They sold me out
Sold me out for a few shekels and divided out my robes
They sold me out
It's the oldest story that's ever been known
They sold me out
They sold me out
They sold me out

. . .


(Van Morrison)

Carry on regardless, in spite of the music business scam
Carry on regardless, in spite of all the petty minded little women and men
Carry on regardless, when everybody don't give a damn

Carry on and start all over again, in spite of all the TV trash
Carry on regardless, in spite of all the media rehash
And the white wash, the brain wash and all the white trash

Carry on regardless, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby when your on a roll
Carry on regardless, just to satisfy your soul

Carry on up the Khyber, carry on, carry on Dick
Carry on up the Khyber Pass, won't you carry on, carry on Dick
Carry on you got to make it last
Carry on you gotta make it stick

Carry on baby when, when you're on a roll
Carry on baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Got to satisfy your soul

Carry on up the Khyber Pass, carry on doctor, carry on nurse
Carry on regardless, carry on doctor, carry on nurse
Carry on till you get what your after
Carry on till it can't get much worse

Carry on regardless
Carry on up, carry on up, carry on up
Carry on up, carry on up, carry on up
Carry on do the dog, carry on do the crazy pup, alright
Carry on forever

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