It's Too Late to Stop Now cover
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Van Morrison song lyrics:
It's Too Late To Stop Now
(see Discography entry)

CD1:

  1. Ain't Nothin' You Can Do
  2. Warm Love
  3. Into the Mystic
  4. These Dreams of You
  5. I Believe To My Soul
  6. I've Been Working
  7. Help Me
  8. Wild Children
  9. Domino
  10. I Just Want To Make Love to You

CD2:

  1. Bring It On Home To Me
  2. Saint Dominic's Preview
  3. Take Your Hands Out of My Pocket
  4. Listen to the Lion
  5. Here Comes the Night
  6. Gloria
  7. Caravan
  8. Cyprus Avenue

Up Ain't Nothin' You Can Do

(Deadric Malone, Joe Scott)

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

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Warm Love

(Van Morrison)

Look at the ivy on the cold 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 an hour on the wings of a dove
Inside it's warm love
Inside it's 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
This 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
Warm love
And it's ever present everywhere
And it's ever present everywhere
Warm love

To the country we're goin'
Lay and laugh in the sun
You can bring your guitar along
Sing some songs, have some fun

The sky is crying 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 sky up above

Inside it's warm love
Inside it's warm love
And it's ever present everywhere
Ever present everywhere
Ever present everywhere
Ever present everywhere

And it's ever present and everywhere
That, warm love

And it's ever present everywhere
And it's ever present everywhere, that
Warm love

And it's ever present everywhere
And it's ever present everywhere, that

One more time

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

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Into the Mystic

(Van Morrison)

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
And the bonnie boat was won
That we sailed into the mystic

Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Oh, let your soul and spirit fly, into the mystic

When that fog horn blows
You know I will be comin' home
When that fog horn blows
I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it

I want to rock your gypsy soul
Mama, just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float, into the mystic

Oh-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya

Whoa-oh-ooh
Whoa, whoa-ooh

When that fog horn blows
You know I will be comin' home
When that fog horn blows
I wanna hear it
Well, I don't have to fear it

I want to rock your gypsy soul
So like we're back in the days of old
And unanimously we will float
Into, into, into, into the mystic

Baby, baby, baby, baby

Oh, let your body go
Oh, let your mind go on

Ho!

Spoken:
I just wanna rock
Still wanna rock your soul, baby
I just wanna rock

Just wanna rock!
Your jellyroll soul

Said I wanna rock!
Jellyroll soul
Let your body go

Yeah, I wanna rock your soul, baby
I just wanna rock your soul, baby

Mama!

Ho!

Oh yeah

(applause)

Thank you

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up These Dreams of You

(Van Morrison)

I dreamed you paid your dues in Canada
Left me to come through
Headed for the right way
I knew exactly ev'rything to do

Dreamed we played cards in the dark
You lost , you lied
Wasn't very hard to do
Hurt me deep down inside

Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh
These dreams of you
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
So real and so true
These dreams of you
So real and so true

My back was up against the wall
And you slowly walked away
You never, never, never really heard my call
When I cried out that way

With my face against the sun
You pointed out for me to go
And you said I was the one
Had to reap ev'rything you did sow

Whoa, whoa, whoa
These dreams of you
Da-da-da-da
So real and so true
These dreams of you
So real an' so true

But hush-up
Fine, don't ever think about it
Go to sleep, don't have to say one word
Close your eyes, you are an angel
Sent here from above
Ju-uh-uh

(Instrumental & horn solo)

And Ray Charles was shot down
Ray got up, do his best
Crowd of people gathered 'round
To the question voted 'yes'

An' you slapped me in the face
I turned around the other cheek
You couldn't really stand the pace
And I would never, never, never, never
Never, never, never, never, never, never be so meek

Da-da,da-da,da-da
These dreams of you
Ha, so real an' so true

These dreams of you
So real and so true

Hush-a-bye
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 here from up above

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 here from above, uh

(applause)

Thank you.

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up I Believe To My Soul

(Ray Charles)

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!

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up I've Been Working

(Van Morrison)

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.

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Help Me

(Sonny Boy Williamson, Ralph Bass, Willie Dixon)

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.

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Wild Children

(Van Morrison)

We were the wild children
Born 1945
When all the soldiers came marching home from war
With love looks in their eyes, in their eyes

Tennessee, Tennessee Williams
Let your inspiration flow
Let it be around when we hear the sound
Of the springtime rivers flow, rivers flow

Steiger and Marlon Brando
With their heads bowed on the side
Cryin' like babies thinkin' 'bout the time
James Dean took that ride, took that ride

Da-da-da-da-da-da

(Instrumental)

Tennessee Williams
Let your inspiration flow
Let it be around when we hear the sound
Of the springtime rivers flow, of the rivers flow

And Steiger and Marlon Brando
With their heads bowed on the side
Cryin' like babies thinkin' 'bout the time
James Dean took that ride, took that ride

And we were the wild children
1945
When all the soldiers came marching home from war
With love looks in their eyes, in their eyes, in their eyes

And it's a new dawn on a new day
And it's a new dawn on a new day.

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Domino

(Van Morrison)

(Intro: Applause)

Don't wanna discuss it
Think it's time for a change
You may get disgusted
Start thinkin' that I'm strange

In that case I'll go underground
Get some solid rest
Never have to worry
About who's got what or what is best

I said, oh-oh Domino, hit it
Roll me over Romeo
It's time for a change, alright
Oh, Domino, hit it
Roll me over Romeo
It's time for a change, alright
Oh-oh-oh, Domino
Ooooh, Domino

Don't need to prolong it
To my needless pain
And it don't make any sense
Go through a long game

There's no need of the load
Lay everything on someone
There's no reason to explode
There's nothing else, everyone

Oooh, Domino, hit it
Roll me over, Romeo, it's time for a change, alright
I said Oh-oh Domino
Roll me over, Romeo, It's time for a change, alright
Ooh-ooh, Domino
Ooh-ooh-ooh, Domino, hit it

(Instrumental & sax)

There's no need, argument
There's no argument at all
And if you never hear from him
Just means he didn't call

Or vice versa
That depends on wherever you're at
And if ya never hear from me
That's just means I would rather not

Ooh, Domino, hit it
Roll me over, Romeo, it's time for a change, alright
Ooh, Domino
Roll me over, Romeo, it's time for a change, alright
Oooh, Domino
Whoa-whoa-ooh, Domino

Listen, Mr. D.J.
Listen, Mr. D.J.
I just wanna hear some
Just wanna hear some
Rhythm and blues music
On the radio
On the radio

Uh-uh, alright
Uh-uh, alright, get it
Uh-uh, alright
Uh-uh, alright
Uh-uh, alright

Just wanna hear some
Rhythm and blues music
On the radio

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Yeah!
Hey! Hey! Yeah!
Hey, yeah, alright

(Instrumental & horns to end)

(applause)

Thank you

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up I Just Want To Make Love To You

(Willie Dixon)

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]

(Loud Applause)

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Bring it on Home To Me

(Sam Cooke)

(Audience applause)

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.

(applause)

(Thank you very much)

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Saint Dominic's Preview

(Van Morrison)

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

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Take Your Hands Out of My Pocket

(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
(applause)

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Listen To The Lion

(Van Morrison)

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

(applause)

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Here Comes the Night

(Van Morrison)

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
(applause)

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Gloria

(Van Morrison)

(With audience backround vocal participation)

Wanna tell about my baby
Lord, you know she comes around
About five feet four
From her head to the ground

Well, she comes around here
Just about midnight, hu!
Make me feel so good
Make me feel all right.

And her name is G. (G) L. (L) O. (O) R, (R) I. (I). yi-yi-yi-yi
G.L.O.R.I.A. (Gloria)
G.L.O.R.I.A. (Gloria)
I'm wanna shout it ev'ry night (Gloria)
I'm wanna shout it ev'ry day (Gloria)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all right

(Instrumental)

She comes around here, hu!
Til about midnight
Makin' me feel so good, hu!
Make me feel all right, hu!

Walkin' down my street, hu!
Comes in my room, hu!
Knocks upon my door
Then she comes in my room

Baby, baby
Baby, baby
Baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

Baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, hu! hu!

Hu! baby
Hey babe!
Hey babe!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! baby
East Bay Grease uh! good God
East Bay Grease, good God
East Bay Grease, good God
All peace

G.L.O.R.I.A (Gloria)
G.L.O.R.I.A (Gloria)

I wanna shout it ev'ry night (Gloria)
I wanna shout it ev'ry day (Gloria)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, all right (Gloria)

And it's all right (Gloria)
And it's all right (Gloria)
And it's all right (Gloria)
It's gonna be all right (Gloria)

It's gonna be all right (Gloria)
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, all right
(Gloria)
Be all, be (Gloria)

Hey!

(Instrumental to end)

Loud Applause!

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Caravan

(Van Morrison)

And the caravan is on it's way
I can hear the merry gypsies play
Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama
Look at Emma Ro, Emma Ro, Emmy Rose
She's a-playin with the short wave radio

And the caravan has all my friends, all my friends
And they stayin' me until, until the till the bitter
Gypsy Robin, Sweet Emma Rose, hu!
Tell me ev'rything, ev'rything I need to know
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, da-da, da-da, da-da-da-da

Turn up your radio
And let me hear that song
Switch on your electric light
Then we can get down to what is really wrong

How long to I hold you in my arms
So I can, so I can feel you
Sweet lady, of the night

I shall and I will reveal you, help you with, hu!
Turn it up, turn it up, little big higher radio
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
So you know, it's got soul

La-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

Jack!

(Instrumental Sax solo)

And the caravan is painted red and white
That means ev'rybody's stayin' overnight, overnight
And the barefoot gypsy boy, 'round the campfire, sing an' play
And a woman tells us of her ways

La-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, da-ut, da-ut, dat-dat-dat-dat-dat-up

Turn up your radio
And let-a me, let-a me hear the song
Switch on your electric light

How long till I hold you in my arms
So I can, so I can feel you
Sweet lady, sweet lady of the night

I shall and I will reveal you, help you with,
Turn it up, turn it up, little big higher, radio
Turn it up, so you know, it's got soul

So you know it's got soul
So you know it's got soul

(Instrumental & violin solo & audience clapping)

Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-dum

'Nathan Rubin on violin' please (audience claps)

Da-da-da-da-da-da

'Left of the string section we have Terry Adams on Cello'
'Nancy Ellis on Violo'
'Tom Halpin on Violin'

(More instrumental with horns & piano)

'Jeff Labes on Piano'

'Ladies and gentlemen please, (audience applaudes)

Left to right we have Bill Atwood on Trumpet
'Brother Jack Schroer on Saxaphones'
'John Platania on Guitar'
'David Hayes on Bass'
'Dahaud Shaar on Drums'

So, ya know it's got soul
I'm tryin' to tell ya

Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! HU!

So ya know it's got 100% soul

Take it one time there

Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! wah-wah-wah-wah

So ya know it's got, nothin' but soul in it

Nothin' but, not for the best and later for the garbage

So you know, it's got soul-woh-woh-woh-woh-woh-ul
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-oul

Turn it up!

So ya know
So ya know it's got soul, baby

Baby
I don't wanna go

Cia, baby

Jerry Labes got soul
Don't you know?

Don't you know it's got

Tell 'em one more
Tell 'em one more

Cia, baby
Tell 'em one more
Tell 'em one more

(Instrumental to end)

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Cyprus Avenue

(Van Morrison)

Well, I'm caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue
Well, I'm caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue

Conquered in a car seat
And I'm lookin' straight at you
And all the little girls rhyme something
On their way back home from school

All the little girls rhyme something
On their way back home from school-a
And the leaves fall one by one, by one
By one, by one, by one, by one

Call the autumn time a fool
Yeah, my tongue gets t-t, t-t
Every t-time, I just
Ev'ry, t-
Yeah, my insides shake
Just like a leaf on a tree

Railroad
Yeah, I'm goin' walkin' by the railroad
With my cherry, with my cherry wine
Believe I'll go walkin' by the railroad, huh!
With my cherry, with my cherry wine
Way far past the rumblin' station
Where the lonesome, lonesome engines drivers pine

Wait a minute, wait a minute, catch her

Yonder come my lady
She got rainbow ribbons in her hair
Yonder come my lady
Rain-a-bow, rain-a-bow, rain-a-bow, rain-a-bow
Ribbons in her hair
Six white horses and a carriage, in a process

And I'm caught one more time
Way up on the avenue
And I'm caught, way up on the avenue
And we're extrememly wasted
We're tryin' to get back to you

(Instrumental & string orchestra)

And nobody, nobody

Stoppin' me, baby

An you say France
You say France
An you say France
An you say France
An' me whistlin'

And you were standin' there
And you were standin' there
And you were standin'
There

And you were standin'

And all your revelation
And all your revelation
And all your revelation

And all your
And all your
And all your
Revelation

And all your

And all your revelation

Wait for me to come
Wait for me to come
Wait for me to come
Wait for me to come
Wait for me to come
Wait for me to come, an I say

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait

I say, baby!
Baby!

I said, mama!

(Audience: Go Van go
Get down, get down,Van)!

All right!

(Audience: Turn it on, get down, ooo)!

It's turned on already (audience applauds)

I said

Over there?
(Audience: no, no, no, over here)

It's too late too stop now!

(Instrumental to end)

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

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