Альбом Van Morrison

Had my congregation, had my flock
When I was a shepherd of men
Chased the wild goose, chased the pot of gold
Chased the rainbows end

How can a poor boy deliver this message to you?
How can a poor boy? You don’t believe anything that’s true

Had my rise, had my downfall
Now I’m gonna rise up again
Had my degrees, my initiations
Not speaking to the profane

How can a poor boy get this message to you?
How can a poor boy when you don’t believe a thing that’s true?

I’ve been anointed, been appointed
Even been magnified
Spied a chapel all of gold
The priest was laying down with the swine

How can a poor boy get a little message to you?
How can a poor boy when you don’t believe anything is true?
How can a poor boy get this message through to you?
How can a poor boy when you don’t believe a single thing is true?

Watch the illusion of false security
Play of the shadows that move
Tell me what evil lurks in the hearts of men
Only the shadow knows

How can a poor boy get this message to you?
How can a poor boy when you don’t believe a thing that’s true, for you
When you don’t believe a thing, nothing that’s true for you
How can a poor boy ever get next to you?

I was educated by the school of hard knocks
Tell me who’s gonna patronise me now?
They’ve brainwashed the suckers again and perpetrated the myth
Propaganda far and wide

No wavelength, no mileage
No current currency
No answers - just silence
And nothing is what it’s supposed to be

I was educated by the school of hard knocks
Tell me who’s gonna patronise me now?
I got shipwrecked and got stranded on the rocks
Everybody left me high and dry

I was educated by the school of hard knocks
Who’s gonna patronise me now?
Brainwashed the suckers again and perpetrated the myth
Propaganda far and wide

No wavelength, no mileage
There’s no current currency
No answers - only silence
Nothing looks like it’s meant to be

I was educated by the school of hard knocks
Who’s gonna patronise me now?
Just got shipwrecked and stranded on the rocks
And it left me high and dry

And it’s left me sitting high and dry
And it left me sitting high and dry
And it left me sitting high and dry

You by the countryside
Oh you when you reach the sky
You and you’re climbing up that hill
Well you when we’re listening to the little whippoorwill

You when the sun goes down
You in the evening, in the morning when the sun comes round
You with your ballerina dance
Well you put me back in a trance

Well you take my breath away
Oh you even on a cloudy day
You make me holler when you come around
You make me holler when you shake ‘em on down

That’s entrainment, that’s entrainment, that’s entrainment, that’s entrainment
That’s entrainment, that’s entrainment, that’s entrainment

Well you take my breath away
Oh you even on a cloudy day
Well you on that old sea shore
Ah you when you’re holding out your hand for more

Well you when you come around
Well you make me shake ‘em on down
Well you in the morning, in the morning when the sun comes up
Well you in the evening when the sun goes down

You make me holler, make me holler when you come around
Oh want you to shake your money maker, want you to shake ‘em on down
Shake your money maker, shake your money maker, shake ‘em on down

That’s entrainment, that’s entrainment, that’s entrainment
Called that’s entrainment, that’s entrainment, that’s entrainment
That’s entrainment, that’s entrainment
That’s entrainment, that’s entrainment

Now you put me back in a trance
That’s entrainment, that’s entrainment, that’s entrainment
That’s entrainment, that’s entrainment

Don’t get around much anymore
The smoke has driven me out the door
All night I used to walk the floor
Don’t go to nightclubs anymore

Don’t see my old friend Mose
I don’t run into Mr. Clive
I cut out all that off the wall jive
I don’t go to nightclubs no more

I’m not a legend in my own mind
Don’t need juice to unwind
And don’t have no need to pretend
Ain’t got no huckleberry friend

Alcohol was too big a price
Listen I just said no dice
When it comes to the men and the mice
Don’t go to nightclubs anymore

I’m not a legend in my own mind
Don’t need booze to unwind
Don’t have no reason to pretend
Ain’t got no huckleberry friend

Alcohol was too big a price
That why I said hey no dice
When it comes to men or mice
Don’t go to nightclubs no more

Don’t go to nightclubs no more
Don’t go to nightclubs no more
Don’t go to nightclubs no more, I’m such a bore
Don’t go to nightclubs no more

The sound of the evening breeze
Is calling you back to me
The sun behind the clouds
Reminds me that you’re not around
Lover come back to my arms
Lover come back to my heart

The sound of the roar of the waves
The misty evening haze
Playing that sad refrain
Going through it all over again
Lover come back to my arms
Lover come back to my heart

Since you went away
I’m a lonely, lonely, lonely one
Come on back to stay
You are the only one

The clickety clack of the train
Is easing all of my pain
I’m seeing it all too plain
I’m calling you home again
Lover come back to my heart
Lover come back to my arms

Since you went away
Oh Lord I’m a lonely one
Come on back to stay
You be my only one

The clickety clack of the train
Is making it all so plain
Is easing some of my pain
And I’m calling you home again
Lover come back to my arms
Lover come back to my heart

Lover come back to my arms
Lover come, come on back baby
Come on back to my heart
Come on back, come on back baby
Come on back, come on back…

Lover come back to my arms
Lover come back to my heart

They mocked me when I was singing the songs
Trying to get back to something more simple than we have
They mocked me ‘cos I told it like it was

Wrote about disappointment and greed
Wrote about what we really didn’t need in our lives
Make us feel alive and whole

Illusions and pipe dreams on the one hand
And straight reality is always cold
Saying something hard edged is off the wall
And it might seem too bold

Mocked me when it got out of hand
Nobody tried to understand
Now we got to keep it simple and that’s that

Illusions and pipe dreams on the one hand
And straight reality is always cold
Saying something hard edged is off the wall
And it just might be too bold

Well I’m down here on the running board
Where I’ve been many times before
But we got to keep it simple to save ourselves

Mocked me when I tried to get back
Said the train was completely off the track
And we got to get back to something simple to save ourselves

Whoa we got to get back to something simple just to save yourselves
Well got to get back to something simple just to save yourselves
Well you got to keep it simple, keep it simple just to - and that’s that

Whoa you got to keep it simple nowadays and that’s just that
Whoa you got to keep it simple nowadays and that’s just the way it is
And you got to keep it simple these days ‘cos that’s the way it is

Well you got to keep it, keep it simple and that’s that

When too many demands have destroyed all my plans
Going down to end of the land
If I have to drive all night just to feel all right
Going down to the end of the land

When it gets out of hand and I fail to agree
Just what’s in it for me?
Going down to the sea

Then I’ve got to run towards the setting sun
Going down to the end of the land

When it gets out of hand and I beg to disagree
Just what’s in it for me?
Get back down to the sea

And then I’ve got to run to the setting sun
Going down to the end of the land
If I’ve got to drive all night till the morning light
I’m going down to the end of the land

Ba da da da da, ba da da da da da
Going down, going down, going down to the end of the land
Ba da da da da, ba da da da da
Going down to the end of the land

Well it’s written in the wind
For the story to begin
I will go back to my kin across the sea
And the bird that’s on the wing and is flying free
He can hear the song of home endlessly

Well the further I must go
Then the nearer I must stay
Men have sailed the seven seas to be free
And like that bird that’s on the wing and is flying free
He can hear the song of home endlessly

I can see the harbour lights
Hear the foghorns in the night
All up and down the lough, calling

From the rocky shores of Maine
I will sail back home again
Back to where my heart longs to be
And the bird that’s on the wing and is flying free
He can hear the song of home endlessly

I can see the harbour lights
Hear the foghorns in the night
Moving up and down the lough, calling, calling

From the rocky shores of Spain
I will sail back home again
Back to where my heart will always be
And like a bird that’s on the wing and is flying free
He can hear the song of home endlessly

He can hear the song of home endlessly
He can hear the song of home endlessly

People come and people go
One monkey don’t stop no show
I’m getting too tired to start all over again
Cos it ain’t gonna change no thing

There’s just all of this here land
Been trampled on by man
And all around me, all these birds of prey
And all I’m trying to do is just get by one more day

Only a fool would ever think things could ever be the same
Only a fool would surmise everyone is sane

I watch them come and go
I’m fed up with the status quo
And I’m feeling too tired to start all over again
Cos I know that it ain’t gonna change no thing

Only a fool could think that things would ever be simple again
Only a fool would surmise everyone is the same

So I watch them come and go
I don’t have time for the status quo
I say blessed be and I’m on my way, on my way
Cos it ain’t gonna change no thing, no, no, no, no, no, no

Well it ain’t gonna change no thing, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well it ain’t gonna change no thing

Soul is a feeling, feeling deep within
Soul is not the colour of your skin
Soul is the essence, essence from within
It is where everything begins

Soul is what you’ve been through
What’s true for you
Where you going to
What you’re gonna do

Soul is your station for the folk of your nation
Something that you wear with pride
Soul can be your vision or something that is hidden
It’s not something that you gotta hide

Soul is what you’ve been through
What’s true for you
Where you going to
What you’re gonna do

Soul can be your station for the folk of your nation
Something that you wear with pride
Soul can be your vision it can be your religion
Something that you just can’t hide

Soul is a feeling, feeling deep within
Soul is not the colour of your skin
Soul is the essence, essence from within
Soul is where everything begins

Drinking wine in the alley, drinking wine in the alley
Making time, drinking that wine
Out of my mind in the days gone by

Making time with Sally, drinking that wine
In the days gone by, talking all out of my mind
Drinking that wine, talking all out of my mind

Spin and turning in the alley, spin and turning in the alley
Like a Whirling Dervish in the alley, drinking that wine
Drinking wine, making time in the days gone by

Boogie woogie child in the alley
Drinking that wine, making time, talking all out of my mind
Drinking wine in the days gone by, behind the ritual

Behind the ritual, behind the ritual
In the days gone by, drinking that wine
Making time, drinking that wine way back in time

Spin and turn and rhyme in the alley
Spin and turning, making up rhymes, talking all out of my mind
Talking that jive, drinking that wine in the days gone by

Drinking wine in the alley, drinking that wine
Making time, talking all out of my mind
Drinking that wine making time in the alley

Behind the ritual, behind the ritual
You find the spiritual, you find the spiritual
Behind the ritual in the days gone by

Drinking wine in the alley, drinking wine in the alley
Making time, talking all out of my mind
Drinking that wine in the days gone by, days gone by

Spin and turn talking that jive
Spin and turn talking that jive all out of our minds
Drinking that sweet wine
Making time, making time in the days gone by

Behind the ritual, behind the ritual
Behind the ritual, behind the ritual
Drinking that wine making time in the days gone by

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Behind the ritual, making time in the days gone by

In the days gone by, in the days gone by
Drink that wine, making time
Getting high in the days gone by, drinking that wine

Getting high behind the ritual
Getting high behind the ritual
Drinking that wine in the days gone by

Behind the ritual, behind the ritual
Behind the ritual, behind that spiritual
In the days gone by drinking that wine and getting high

So high behind the ritual, so high behind the ritual
So high in the days gone by
Drinking that wine making time, making time

Stretching time, stretching time
Drinking that wine, stretching time
Stretching time in the days gone by behind the ritual

Behind the ritual
Behind the ritual