Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea They thought great thoughts about liberty Poets wrote down words that did fit Writers wrote books Thinkers thought about it.
You can call it nostalgia, I don't mindStanding on that windswept hillsideListening to the church bells chimeListen to the church bells chimeIn that magic time...
Don't want to discuss it, I think it's time for a change You may get disgusted, some think that I'm strange In that case I'll go underground, get some heavy rest Never have to worry, about what is worst and what is best.
Every performance is different. That's the beauty of it.
I don't think nostalgia has to be negative.
Enlightenment says the world is nothing Nothing but a dream, everything's an illusion And nothing is real.
Do you remember the time darlin' when everything made more sense in the world? Oh I remember, I remember... when life made more sense... Take me back, take me back, take me way back... to when life made more sense.
You have to remember that writing those sorta songs is not reality, it's more like trance, dream, y'know, like dreamwork. The mythical thing can enter the creating but there's the mythical place and the real place. And there's both...I get it between waking and sleeping. Or, when I'm doing something
For a long time, I couldn't actually deal with playing concerts; it was a totally alien concept to me, 'cause I was used to playing in clubs and dance halls.
The future is keeping you out of the present time.
When the ghost comes round at midnight Well you both can have some fun He can drive you mad, he can make you sad He can keep you from the sun When they take him down, he'll be both safe and sound And the hand does fit the glove And no matter what they tell you, There's good and evil in everyone.
In order to win you must be prepared to lose something. And leave one or two cards showing.
hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic...
Go up to the mountain, go up to the glen, where silence will touch you, and heartbreak will mend.
Oh won't you stay Stay a while with your own ones Don't ever stray Stray so far from your own ones 'Cause the world is so cold Don't care nothing for your soul That you share with your own ones.
Skiffle was a name that was attached to what was, in essence, American folk music with a beat. Van Morriso
You can't stay the same. If you're a musician and a singer, you have to change, that's the way it works.
If it's what you do and you can do it, then you do it. Van Morr
I've never felt like I was born with a silver spoon at all, although I've felt like howling at the moon a lot of times!
Large audiences did not suit my low-key approach.
I educated myself. To me, school was boring.
I just need somewhere to dump all my negativity.
When it's not always raining there'll be days like this. When there's no one complaining there'll be days like this. When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch. Well my mama told me there'll be days like this.
I just need somewhere to dump all my negativity. Van Morriso
My ambition when I started out was to play two or three gigs a week. And that's what I'm doing.
There's always got to be a struggle. What else is there? That's what life is made of. I don't know anything else. If there is, tell me about it.
You take stuff from different places, and sometimes you stick a line in because it rhymes, not because it makes sense.
There is no black-and-white situation. It's all part of life. Highs, lows, middles.
Hearing the blues changed my life.
Way over on the railroad, Tomorrow all the tipping trucks will unload together, Every scrapbook stuck with glue, And I'll stand beside you, Beside you, child.