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Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
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 fold
Into the mystic
When that fog horn blows, you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows, I gotta 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 fold
Into the mystic
Come on, girl
Too late to stop now
However, please consider playing songs from St. Dominic, Veedon Fleece, and Hard Nose the Highway. These are mighty fine albums from his best time frame for making music.
It's remarkable how enjoyable this song is despite (or is it because of?) his vocal style.
This was the second song to which I gave a rating of "ten". (I've been here since 2005, or thereabouts).
Today, on the "RP Classics" list, "Into the Mystic" was ranked ...
44. Van Morrison - Into The Mystic (9.119)
Of the 2,693 songs I've rated, I've given the pinnacle rating to only thirty others.
Moments ago, I reviewed those thirty to see if I might find amongst them one unworthy. There was one which seemed so.
So, I went over to You Tube and gave it another listen. My instinct was confirmed. Patsy Cline is right where she belongs - among Queen, Beethoven, and Pink Floyd. et al. (but, amazingly, only a little higher than Puddles Pity Party's "Pinball Prison").
There's no accounting for taste, and there's no place like "Paradise".
Good health to Bill and Rebecca, and to you, my dear reader and comrade in music, in the New Year, and for many years to come.
Heck, the entire album is a 10.
Congrats on posting one of the most pretentious ramblings in the history of RP.
Had nothing to do with your past, eh? Or EVERYTHING to do with it? I can't understand your jibber-jabber.
It should be pretty clear that DavidS_UK's disdain for Van Morrison having "nothing to do with his past" was meant as a tongue-in-cheek, sarcastic remark; I guess you really couldn't understand his jibber-jabber.
Of course my rating of 1 is nothing to do with my past, in the late 70s (!), me a rain-drenched despatch rider delivering a big cheque to the aforementioned singer in his mansion in deepest darkest Oxfordshire, asking to use the phone to report completion of the job (standard thing done in those pre-mobile days) only to be told to "go and find a ***ing callbox!". So I have never liked the peasant since.
Congrats on posting one of the most pretentious ramblings in the history of RP.
Had nothing to do with your past, eh? Or EVERYTHING to do with it? I can't understand your jibber-jabber.
Forever linked to my wedding and the last song we danced too because I heard it on Radio Paradise years ago for the first time and fell in love with the song. Thank you Bill, you are truly loved.
Of course my rating of 1 is nothing to do with my past, in the late 70s (!), me a rain-drenched despatch rider delivering a big cheque to the aforementioned singer in his mansion in deepest darkest Oxfordshire, asking to use the phone to report completion of the job (standard thing done in those pre-mobile days) only to be told to "go and find a ***ing callbox!". So I have never liked the peasant since.
Wait.You were a fetchy-boy delivering a check to Van. And he's the peasant. OK. Get it. Its OK now, isn't it?
Funny, I am the opposite. It used to annoy me, but now I love it. Go figure.
And we seem to like a lot of the same music, so yeah.
Of course my rating of 1 is nothing to do with my past, in the late 70s (!), me a rain-drenched despatch rider delivering a big cheque to the aforementioned singer in his mansion in deepest darkest Oxfordshire, asking to use the phone to report completion of the job (standard thing done in those pre-mobile days) only to be told to "go and find a ***ing callbox!". So I have never liked the peasant since.
