Van Morrison song lyrics:
Miscellaneous songs

Up 4% Pantomime

(J. R. Robertson and Van Morrison)

The management said they were sorry
For the inconvenience you are suffering
And Mr. Booking Agent, please have mercy
Don't book the jobs so far apart
We went up to Griffith Park
With a fifth of Johnny Walker Red
And smashed it on a rock and wept
While the old couple looked on into the dark

Oh, Richard, tell me if it's poker
Oh, Richard, tell me, who's got the joker and is it poker

Deuces wild, like an only child
I'll see what you got. How much is in the pot
You pay the tips and I'll collect the chips
It's a full house tonight -- everybody in town is a loser
Yeah, you bet

The dealer's been dealing me bad hands
From the bottom of the deck without the slightest blush
And I don't know whether to call or check
But right now I feel like I got a royal flush
And my lady didn't show from 'Frisco
But we had to go on with the show
Everybody got stoned -- it was a gas, it was a smash
Everybody got wrecked, checked. Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, Belfast Cowboy, lay your cards on the grade
Oh, Belfast cowboy, can you call a spade a spade

Oh, Richard, tell me, is the game poker
I can't understand who the fool is that holds this joker
Is it poker

Oh, Belfast Cowboy, lay your cards down on the table
Oh, Belfast Cowboy, do you think you're able

From The Band's Cahoots album

Up Wonderful Remark

How can you stand the silence
That pervades when we all cry?
How can you watch the violence
That erupts before your eyes?
How can you tell us something
Just to keep us hangin' on?
Something that just don't mean nothing
When we see it you are gone
Clinging to some other rainbow
While we're standing, waiting in the cold
Telling us the same old story
Knowing time is growing old.

That was a Wonderful Remark
I had my eyes closed in the dark
I sighed a million sighs
I told a million lies - to myself - to myself

How can we listen to you
When we know your talk is cheap?
How can we ever question
Why we give more and you keep?
How can your empty laughter
Fill a room like ours with joy
When you're only playing with us
Like a child does with a toy?
How can we ever feel the freedom
Or the flame lit by the spark
How can we ever come out even
When reality is stark?

That was a Wonderful Remark
I had my eyes closed in the dark - yeah
I sighed a million sighs
I told a million lies - to myself - to myself
Baby to myse - e - e - elf
(etc. to fade)

Produced by Robbie Robertson
from the film "King of Comedy" and included on The Best of Van Morrison album.

Up For Mr. Thomas

copyright 1980, 1981 Robin Williamson

From faded newsprint used to wrap a fish
Inscrutably the muse selects your face
While I sit drinking namelessly in a nameless bar
Five thousand miles and thirty years away

With all the usual ceremonial you were crowned one night
King of the field where doctors nail the cows
To make of the cock's quill the right of language
And the pricking heart a sword against the hours

Let smirking scholars writhe in their favoured bondage
To hold you plaintiff to the charge of art
Exhibit A: he falls on legendary lines
Singing mother I want a bullet in the heart

The judge in me sucks eggs and jerks the sacred meat
For the boy in me still dreams in Milk Wood town
Like two provincial bastards playing the galleries
I hold your photo to the mirror upside down

As bacon wafts through hungry streets, your ghost pervades
Just like an old ex-boxer aged twenty two
Staged up like Falstaff or the wild Welsh Rimbaud
You'd laugh to see these monochromes they make of you

Ah Mr. Thomas let us ramble through the midnight fair
Let us throw old bottles at the ferris wheel
Let us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlight
Let us steal away whatever we are supposed to steal

While the border guards check cards with their poker faces
Never mind who is winning but the stakes are rare
If this jack of thorns they let us hold outbids the joker
Let us sneak higher till the frost clings in our hair

Let us watch while the days grow daily more mundane
That rough god go striding with his shears
Hack wide the bellies of the swollen mountains
And rip molten heroes forth to their furious tears

Notes from Art Siegel:
Van released this as a B-side in the early 80's. A different version, though obviously from the same session, appears on The Philosopher's Stone. Some of the verses are different in the different versions.

Van does make some minor changes in the lyrics, such as "drinking famously in an Irish bar" in the first verse and .... having the rough god go riding (rather than striding) in another. Also, "mother I want a bullet in the heart" becomes "mother I don't want a pain here in my heart". Overall, he stays true to Robin Williamson's original words, and adds the choruses, but he doesn't sing the verse about the border guards in either version.

Up Mechanical Bliss

Mechanical bliss is striking me for what I believe in
A ribbon on the line, and getting in and getting out

Huh, huh, huh ...... huh, huh huh
Was not like this

No, mechanical bliss was not like this at all
The ribbon on the line, and getting in and getting out was not like this
Was not like this, was not like this

Caruthers and Smith said that they couldn't come at all
They said that their backs were up against the wall
And getting in and getting out was not like this
Was not like this, was not like this

But a flash of the list, the flick of a switch
A flick of a switch, you gave me a kiss, I couldn't resist
No ooooooooooooooo mechanical bliss

Now Ponsonby-Smith said he really didn't care
About Neville and Chippy who really wasen't there
And getting in and getting out was not like this
Was not like this

He's out in the sun, he's sucking his thumb
He's talking to hum Ahhhhhhhh mechanical bliss

Mechanical bliss will not like this, mechanical bliss was not like this at all
The ribbon on the line and getting in and getting out was not like this
Was never, never like this

I couldn't resist the flash of the list
A flick of the switch, the lisp
He talked in a lisp
You gave me a kiss,
You talked in a lisp
You talked in a liiiiiii eh eh eh sp
Mechanical bliss

Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
Nah, nah, nah, nah nah
Dah, da , dah, dah, dah, dah do
SCAT!

Dah, da , dah, dah, dah, dah do

O.K. Chaps, stiff upper lip!

Notes from Denis Healy:
This song was officially released as the B-side to "Joyous Sound". These lyrics were transcribed by ear by myself for somone who had difficulty with the language. While I think that they are pretty much right, some improvements might be made by others. This is sung in a posh upper class accent (which might help explain the words!)

Up Mighty Like A Rose

You have drowned
a thousand sorrows
all in one,
and mixed with mugs, (?)
and millionaires
you have done.

Ya' been and gone and done it
for a quid,
and just what you don't know,
up there you got hid.

Lord, you're only
fourteen summers
and God knows,
yeah, child,
you're gettin' mighty
like a rose.

You got pulled (?)
for tryin' to straighten
up this town,
and looked bashful
bribin' old, bent
Barrister Brown.

Ya' know, their turnin' on
in the classroom
ain't the point.
It's when you're missin' out
teacher teach ya' how to
roll a joint.

Lord, hey,
while you're down there
lookin' up my nose,
yeah,
child you're gettin' mighty
like a rose.

Next time they try to fire me,
ya' make the scene.
You're gettin' sugar cubes
for breakfast.
Ya' know what I mean.

And the, the hazard old, (?)
the wind blows
through you' ears.
Ya' haven't got enough
of those
what ya'
haven't got for years.
Yeah, but never mind
steppin' on my toes.
Yeah, child,
you're gettin' mighty
like a rose.

Yeah, hey, hey,
you're mighty like a rose.
Uh-huh, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww,
mmm-mm, mmm-mm, mmm-mm, mmm-mm...

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Notes: "Mighty Like A Rose" which was called a 'demo' by Van, and so, he felt, not suitable for re-issue along with the other Them songs available on The Story of Them.

Up Drumshanbo Hustle

Transcribed by ear by David Chance

Notes from David Chance:
I transcribed these lyrics from the version performed on the Irish TV show "Talk About Pop" October 11, 1973 (sometimes dated September 11, 1973)...different from the P. Stone lyrics, but perhaps enough to help... For the guitarists here, the "generic" chord progression is G-Bm-C-D7...

See also the version released on The Philosopher's Stone

I was talkin' to the judge
just before we left the countryside,
paper in his hand,
tryin' to find a way.
Goin' by the book,
"Man, you oughtta make a serial."
Ripped the pages out
'fore they pull the final curtain down.

I remember the day
just like the Drumshanbo hustle.
We couldn't hear no birds,
they were makin' not a sound.
They were tryin' to muscle in,
an easy way to bring the money in.
You were pukin' up your guts
when you read the contract had been signed.

Prostitution on the run,
'ceptin what it was last night.
Tryin' to drain you dry,
couldn't get too much rope.
Tryin' to take 'em down
just to see how far it all would go.
Wasn't goin' very far
and she didn't let it bring you down.

Just remember the day,
just like the Drumshanbo hustle.
I couldn't hear no birds,
they were makin' not a sound.
They were drivin' motionless
on the recording and the publishing.
You were pukin' up your guts
when you read the contract had been signed.

New York hooker style,
and the tarot and astronomy.
Tell you every star,
didn't even get your sign.
Well they were lookin' for a scam,
a little paperback novel or a little magazine,
but you left it all behind
when you pulled the rug from underneath her feet.

Just rememberin' the day,
Drumshanbo hustle.
Well you couldn't hear no birds,
they were makin' not a sound.
They were tryin' to muscle in,
an easy way to bring the money in.
You were pukin' up your guts
when you read the actual contract had been signed.
You were pukin' up your guts
when you heard the contract had you signed.
You were pukin' up your guts
when you heard the contract, the contract, had you signed.

Up Not Working For You

Unreleased song by Van Morrison, circa 1975
Song Length: (8:00)

See notes below

Diabolic pressure.
It keeps getting worse before it gets better.
It keep killin' ya', killin' ya', killin' ya', killin' ya',
bringin' ya' down.
Killin' ya', killin' ya', killin' ya', killin' ya', bringin' ya' down.

Pleasin' everybody.
Ya' know it gets ya' nowhere.
Pleasin' everybody.
A-what the fuck do they care.
They're only killin' ya, killin' ya', killin' ya', killin' ya', bringin' ya' down.

Oh no!
Ain't gonna be your boy no more.
Ya' got one less nigger behind the store.
Tried my best to please you,
please you to the letter,
but anything is better
than this diabolic pressure.

Not workin' for you.
I'm not workin' for you no more.
I'm not workin' for you.
I'm not workin' for you no more.
I'm not workin' for you, I'm not!
I'm not workin' for you no more.
I'm not workin' for you.
I'm not workin' for you no more.
Ahhh!
Workin' for me.

Stated you'll come back soon
'fore I went to (washin'?).
That'll keep ya' goin',
keep ya' in position.
Stop it from killin' ya', killin' ya', killin' ya', killin' ya,
bringin' ya' down.
Killin' ya', killin' ya', killin' ya', killin' ya',
bringin' ya' down.

Oh! diabolic pressure.
It get worse before it gets better.
Uh, diabolic pressure.
I get worse before it gets better.
It's just killin' ya', killin' ya', killin' ya', killin' ya', bringin' ya' down.
Keep killin' ya', killin' ya', killin' ya', killin' ya', bringin' ya' down.

Oh no, ain't gonna be your boy no more.
Ya' got one less nigger behind the store.
{Let me tell ya' somethin' else, can I tell ya'?}
Tried my best to please you,
please you to the letter {didn't do no good}.
Anything is better
than this diabolic pressure.
Not workin' for you {my nose is open}.
I'm not workin' for you no more, no!
I'm not workin' for you.
I'm not workin' for you no more, no!
I'm not workin' for you {nose is open}.
I'm not workin' for you no more, no!
I'm not workin' for you.
I'm not workin' for you.
I'm not workin' for you no more.
No, no, no!
{Leave the (babe?)}
{Get it!}

Not workin' for you.
I've had enough of this breathin' down my back.
This time you're workin' for me.
You're workin' for me this time.
You're workin' for me.

Tried my best to please you,
please you to the letter,
but anything is better
than this diabolic pressure.
Not workin' for you.
I'm not workin' for you no more.
Not workin' for you.
Not workin' for you no more {my nose is open}.
Not workin' for you {play it man!}
Not workin' for you no more.
{Get down right there on the bass David.}
Ahhhh!!
Ahhhhhhggggg!!!
Not workin' for you.
Not workin' for you no more.
Not workin' for you.
Not workin' for you no more.
I'm workin' for me.
Not workin' for you.
Owwww!
Not workin' for you.
No more, no more.
Nawww!
{My nose is open.}
My nose is open.
Owwww!
Yeahh!

We got it...

Notes from David Chance:
According to the Howard DeWitt book (The Mystic's Music), this song was recorded (along with a number of others) at the Record Plant in Sausalito, California in June 1975 (DeWitt, page 72) [Ed: eventually surfacing on at least the vinyl bootleg Please, No Moke!]

The musicians involved were most likely (from notes in San Francisco newspapers at that time, i.e. circa the Great American Musical Hall concerts April 18-21, 1975) Mark Jordan (keyboards), John Blakely (guitar), Tony Dey (drums), and David Hayes [definite...see the lyric transcription above] (bass)...there is a back up vocalist(s) present, unknown, but probably one of the aforementioned.

The song clocks in at 8 minutes exactly...there's a fade-out at the end which suggests this was probably intended for release on a commercial album...perhaps a re-working of the "Mechanical Bliss/Stiff Upper Lip" album which was twice scheduled for release in 1975 but got scrapped.

Up I Paid The Price

Unreleased song by Van Morrison, circa 1973. See notes below.

Well I'm sick and tired
of your alibis,
and your indiscreet lies
just won't get you by,
over and over and over and over again.

And your family,
your forced superiority,
your azure delusions of grandeur,
are gonna cut you free,
over and over and over and over again.

You're as cold as ice.
Ahh, you're not Miss Nice,
and I paid the price.

Ahh, you can count me out.
Oh, without a doubt,
I paid the price.

And up and down, 'round, 'round you go,
but you know one monkey
don't stop no show.

It's plain to see
you're in need of help,
but I just can't go on
and whip myself
over and over and over, over again.

Ahh, you can count me out.
Ahh, without a doubt,
you know, I paid the price.
Ahh, you're not Miss Nice.
You're as cold as ice,
and I paid the price.
Yes I did.
You know I did.

And I just wanna know
who's your sponsor.
I just wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
who's your angel.

{Backup singers} [I paid the price.]
Sing the song.
[I paid the price.]
[I paid the price.]
[I paid the price.]
And don't discriminate your angel.
[I paid the price.]
And don't discriminate your sponsor.
[I paid the price.]
And be good to your angel.
[I paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[I paid the price.]
Hey, hey!!
[I paid the price.]
Don't discriminate your angel.
[I paid the price.]
And don't discriminate your angel.
[I paid the price.]
Don't discriminate your angel.
[I paid the price.]
Don't discriminate your sponsor.
[I paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[I paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[I paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[I paid the price.]
Uhh, be good!
[I paid the price.]
Be good to your angel.
[I paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it. (??)
[I paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (??), one more time.
[I paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (??), one more time.
[I paid the price.]
If you blow it one more time, I say,
[I paid the price.]
Oh, you're as
cold as ice,
and you're not Miss Nice,
and I've definitely
paid the price.

Notes from David Chance:
Performed live & sounds like it came from around the period of the live double LP It's Too Late To Stop Now, i.e. circa the summer of 1973... what I hear on tape has a few crackles & pops, as if it's from vinyl, perhaps an outtake from that album, an acetate that got cut?

Listening to it I get a sense of romance gone awry, a dream that's gone bust, reflections on something once beautiful that has degenerated into something ugly & dysfunctional, wherever "fault" lays...passionate, angry, disillusioned & sad all at once...love & hate entertwined...wholly human...this Van guy lays it out so real and unadorned...may be why I appreciate his "noises" so much...

Transcribed by ear 3/21/98

Notes from Michael Burns:
The recording "I Paid the Price" was transcribed from was probably from the Rainbow Theatre in London in summer of '73. It was part of the historic Too Late to Stop Now gigs and was broadcast by RTE but not the Beeb. I wuz there. I don't think he ever sang it other than that time...

Up The Dead Girls Of London [w/Frank Zappa] (1979)

Zappa/Shankar

See the Glossary entry for Frank Zappa for notes on this song.

Do you see what they are
Do you hear what they say
People it is sad but true
They're dressed really stupid
But they think they're O.K.
And they got no use for you
The dead girls of London
Why do they act that way?

Maybe it's the water, mama
Maybe it's the tea
Maybe it's the way they was raised
Maybe it's the stuff what they read in the papers
Keeps them lookin' sorta half in a daze
Well the dead girls of London
Why do they act that way?

We're the dead girls of London
We thinks we are fine
We ain't hittin' on nothin'
But the boutique frame of mind

You see 'em dancing at the disco every night
Like a bunch of little robot queens
Making little noises full of fake delight
But they're really just so full of beans
The dead girls of London
Why do they act that way?

We're the dead girls of London
We thinks we are fine
We ain't hittin' on nothin'
But the boutique frame of mind

Boutique frame of mind
Gee I like your pants
Boutique frame of mind
Gee I like your pants
Boutique frame of mind
Gee I like your pants

Up Bayou Girl

Yea yea,
Na na na na na
Bayou girl
Can you come out tonight
Bayou girl
Can you come out tonight
Iv'e been waitin' on you
Right down by the bayou
Yea yea yea ,

Bayou girl ,
Come on and let your hair down
Bayou girl ,
Come on and let your hair down
I want to dance with you,
All night, UH
By the light of the moon
Thats what I want to do

Na na na na na
Bayou girl
Can you hear me when I call ?
Bayou girl
Can you hear me when I call ?

I want to be with you
All night.....thats all

Yes sir

Na na na na
Goin' to knock on your window
I'm gonna , I'm gonna
Ring your doorbell too
Knock on your window
I'm gonna ring your doorbell too
Won't you come out tonight
Yea yea yea
And jam on the bayou

Na na na na
Bayou girl.....
Can you hear me when I call
Bayou girl,
Na na na
Can you hear me when I call
And I'm callin' you
I want to be with you
All night........and thats all

Yea yea yea yea
I said now bayou girl
I want to know can you come out tonight
I'm gonna knock on your window
Yes sir
Gonna ring your doorbell too
Na na na na
Bayou girl
Tell me , tell me can you come out tonight
I want to dance with you
Yea yea
With you on the bayou


Transcribed by ear by Heshy. This song is an unreleased Van Morrison song from the album Five Card Stud by Buckwheat Zydeco, released in 1994.

Up Sweet Sixteen

Van Morrison

Well, well, I loved you
Like I never loved before
First time I saw you
Standing home at your front door
Do you remember
You created quite a scene
When you were walking
Down by the village green

Chorus
When you were only
When you were only
When you were only
When you were only
Sweet sixteen
Baby, how I loved you
Sweet sixteen
How I really loved you
Sweet sixteen
Baby, how I loved you
Sweet sixteen
How I really loved you
Sweet sixteen

Standing on the corner
And you came walking by
And when I saw you
I said "My, my, my, my"
Do you remember
How I took you by the hand?
Do you remember
In the sunny summerland?

Chorus And your eyes shine like diamonds
And they sparkle in the night
And the kind of love that you give me
Seems to light up all my life

Sax break - Van?

And then, and then, and then I told you
That we'd never ever part
And then, and then, and then I'd hold you
A little closer to my heart
Do you remember
All the stars were shining bright?
Do you remember
It was on a magic night?

Chorus and fade

Transcribed by ear by Michael Burns, who says "[this is] the 1973 single Van wrote and produced for Jackie DeShannon. He sings on it also, and I'm willing to wager that it's him who plays the sax on it."

Up Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral (That's An Irish Lullaby)

Lyrics by J. R. Shannon.
(Sung by Van at the Last Waltz rehearsal)

Over in Killarney
Many years ago,
Me Mither sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good ould Irish way,
And l'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.

Chorus:
"Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby."

Oft in dreams I wander
To that cot again,
I feel her arms a-huggin' me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a-hummin'
To me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.

This song was first a hit for Chauncey Olcott in 1914. It was included in Bing's movie Going My Way, where he sang it to a weary Father Fitzgibbon. Bing recorded the song for Decca on July 7, 1944. It quickly became another million-seller for Bing and spent 12 weeks on the Billboard charts in 1944, reaching as high as No. 4. For reasons unknown to me, Bing re-recorded the song on July 17, 1945. Both versions appear on the MCA CD Top O' the Morning: Bing Crosby's Irish Collection.

Up If You Love Me

by Van Morrison
(From B.B. King's Deuces Wild album, 1997
Van's version of this song appeared on his Healing Game album)

If you love me
You will give your heart
Why should we be apart
If you love me

If you love me
Baby you will know the truth
I wasn't born to lose
And I love you

Affinity and communication
That makes reality
Understandering is the first thing
It means so much to me

If I love you
I will find the key
If it's meant to be
Because, 'cause I love you [ alright ]

[ B.B. solo ]

Affinity and communication
That makes, that makes, that makes reality
Understanding is the first thing
That means so very much to me

If I love you, baby
I will find the key
And, if it's meant to be - yes it is
And I love you - yes I do

[ Van harp ]

And I love you baby
And I promise I do

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up My Lonely Sad Eyes

by Van Morrison
(Transcribed from Them's Them Again album, 1966)

Fill me my cup
and I'll drink your sparkling wine
pretending everything is fine
till I see your sad eyes

Throw me a kiss
across a crowded room
some sunny windswept afternoon
there's none too soon for me to miss
my sad eyes
woh oh ou, not bad eyes
a glad eyes, but you my sad eyes

Fortunate and free
and there go you and I
between the other sky
but who are you and I
to wonder why we do so
my sad eyes - lonely

Oh what a story
come on in all it's glory
this song that I sing in everything
for you my sad eyes

You'd better fill me my cup
and I'll drink your sparkling wine
pretending everything is fine
till I see your sad eyes
woh oh ou, not bad eyes
a glad eyes, but you my sad eyes
lonely sad eyes

(Transcribed from Maria McKee singing
on The Van Morrison Songbook, 1997)

Fill me my cup
and I'll drink your sparkling wine
pretending everything is fine
till I see your sad eyes

Throw me a kiss
across a crowded room
some sunny windswept afternoon
there's none too soon for me to miss
my sad eyes
oh, not bad eyes
but glad eyes, you my sad eyes

Fortunate and free
and there go you and I
between the other sky
but who are you and I
to wonder why we do so
my sad eyes, yeah yeah

Oh what a story
come on in all it's glory
this song that I sing in everything
for you my sad eyes

You fill me my cup
and I'll drink your sparkling wine
pretending everything is fine
for you my sad eyes
oh, not bad eyes
but glad eyes, it's you that I [ sa.....ile ?! ]
ah, sad - lord, sad eyes - sad eyes

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up Tell Me

Lyrics by Van Morrison, 1973

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
All about your love, all about your love

Every little bit
Every little bit of my heart sings
Every little song
Every little song that your love brings
And every day, in every little way
Your love shows
And every day, in every way
Our love grows

You've gotta tell me
Tell me, tell me, tell me
All about your love, all about your love

Lovin' only you, lovin' that is true
Is my prime delight
Lovin only you, lovin' that is true
In the morning light
Couldn't be another one, uh, no couldn't be another one
Set my soul on fire
Never be another one, never, never be another one
You're my heart's desire

Come on and tell me
Tell me, tell me, tell me
All about your love, all about your love

Ain't it real, ain't it true
Can you feel it
Feel it

Ain't it real, me and you
Can you feel it
Feel it

Darlin', darlin' darlin', darlin'

Come into my arms
Cuddle up, take your time, girl
Show me all your many charms
Let me know that you're mine, girl
Tell me that your the sweetest wine
Like the river let them flow
This is so complete a time
You gotta let me know
Let me know, let me know

You gotta tell me
Tell me, tell me, tell me
All about your love, all about your love
All about your love, all about your love

Come on and tell me
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me tell me baby
All about your love, all about your love
Tell me all about your, all about, all about all about your love
Tella me, tella me, tella me, tella me

Transcribed by ear from the single "Back On Top". Also recorded by Brian Kennedy, 1995, entitled "Tell Me About Your Love"

Up Caledonia Soul Music

Lyrics by Van Morrison, 1973

Yeah
This one's called
Caledonia
Soul Music

Yeah
Starts out like this
It gets
gets low

Do a little
little pick

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah alright
alright

It gets low
Make it mellow
Get some horn
You got it

Yeah

And we get down
John, play a taste of mandolin
Yeah
Play it!
Yeah, alright

Hey
Hey hey alright
Whoa whoa Caledonia Soul
Caledonia Soul Music
Tell me what it is
Caledonia Soul Music
Caledonia Soul Music
Tell me what it is
Caledonia Soul Music
Caledonia Soul Music
Tell me what it is
Caledonia Soul
Caledonia Soul
Hey, alright
alright alright
Make me feel so good
Make me feel alright
Make me feel so good
Make me feel alright
[mumbled]
Hey
Make me feel so good
Keep on sailin'

Yeah

Boats go by
Boats go by
Boats go by

Caledonia Soul Music
Caledonia Soul Music

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up Nobody Really Knows

1968, Van Morrison guitar & vocals, Tom Kielbania (?) bass

We stood outside the city,
six feet in the snow,
and everyone was stranded
and I stopped to say, "hello".
Everybody kept on walkin'
who didn't have no place to go.
Everybody kept on walkin'
that had no place to go,
and everybody's talkin'
but nobody really knows,
nobody really knows.

And say, I think you'll stay awhile,
you know just where it's at.
Pull up a chair and
stay awhile,
we'll give ya' tit for tat.
I said, "You know something,
I'm not sure I really like that."
I said, "You know something,
I believe I'll grab my coat and hat."
I got outside,
down in the street below, and everybody started walkin'
that didn't have no place to go,
and everybody's talkin'
but nobody, nobody really know, no,
nobody really know.

And say you think "you're really good for us.
We know you are and it's true,
ain't nobody can do more for you
than we can do.
We can give ya' money,
watch you spend it all the time,
and make sure
you don't
ride on down the line."
I said, "I believe I won't
'cause I ain't got no place to go."
I'm just stranded and I'm walkin',
and I don't have no place to go,
and everybody's talkin'
but nobody, nobody really know,
nobody really know.

And they say, "Sing the song one more time
'cause I really believe I know what it means,
I was with you last night
when you wrote it in your dreams."
I said, "Is that right?
How
can you be so complete?
Y', you can't stop talkin'
every time you move your feet."
You know that we're all stranded,
we ain't got no place to go.
We are stranded here
in the city in the snow,
and everybody's talkin'
but nobody really knows,
nobody really know.
Everybody's talkin',
everybody's talkin',
everybody's talkin',
and everybody's talkin' but
nobody really know.
Everybody's talkin' but
nobody, nobody really know,
they just pretend they know.
Nobody really know.

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up Bit By Bit

1968, Van Morrison guitar & vocals, Tom Kielbania (?) bass

Well I'm learnin'
how to love you.
Yes I'm learnin'
how to love you
in my own,
in my own
special way.

I been bad to you,
baby, you know it.
I been bad to you,
baby, don't you know it,
and sometimes
you just can't help but show it.

But I'm learnin', learnin'
how to love you.
Well I'm learnin', learning
how to love you
in-a my own,
in my own
special way.

Day by day,
bit by bit.
Day by day,
a-bit by bit,
day by day
in my own,
in-a my own
special way.

It takes a little time
to get around
to doin' it my way.
I'm gettin' around to it,
bit by bit,
in my own way.

Day by day,
a-bit by bit,
a-bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by day by day
in my own,
in my own
special way.

Day by day,
a-day by day, yeah, yeah baby,
a-bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit day by day
in my own,
in my own special way.

Baby,
come on babe,
come on babe,
hey yeah, right now,
every every every every every day, yeah
in-a my own,
in-a my own,
in-a my own way, yeah.
Come on babe,
[come on babe].

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up Hey, Where Are You

1968, Van Morrison guitar & vocals, Tom Kielbania (?) bass, John Payne (?) flute

And the raincoat shone into the sun
as we walked down the street as one
into the [all pleasant ?] bloom
of a Saturday afternoon.
And we strolled the walls and kicked our heels
upon the grass on which we fell and sang a song
we loved to sing so well,
and the raindrops came on down on Sally's head
as she cuddled up inside a coat of red and said,
"Hey, where are you?
Where you goin' to? yeah, yeah
Oh, why can't I come too?
'stead of leavin' me here
oh so lonely, lonely, lonely, wait on me.
Wait on me.
Wait on me."

[VM mumbles instruction to Payne? @1:44]

And into the trees and forest we did roam,
the way we danced into the sparkling foam shining our light into the days of blooming wonder,
and the gray man at the bus station raised his head into the sky and said, "Have you got your ticket?" I said, "I got it, how?
But I got it." "Pass on through the swingin' barrier now."
And the raindrops came on down on Sally's head
and she cuddled up inside a coat of red and said,
"Hey, where are you?
Where you goin' to?
Why can't I come too?
instead of leavin' me here
oh so lonely,
oh so lonely, lonely,
lonely, just wait on me.
Wait on me, babe.
I can't keep up, I can't keep up, I can't keep up.
Hey fellas,
a-wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute,
I can't keep up.
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
you gotta stop,
wait on me.
Wait on me.
I can't keep up, I can't keep up, I can't keep up, you gotta
wait on me, wait on me, wait on me, wait on me, wait on me, yeah, yeah.
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
hey, hey, hey, yeah,
hold on,
you gotta stop.
I can't keep up, can't keep up, I can't keep up, you gotta,
hey, yeah,
hold on, hold on,
wait on me.
Wait on me.
Wait on me, wait on me, wait on me, wait on me, wait on me, wait on me, wait on me, wait on me, yeah, yeah, alright.
Baby, baby.

Don't go,
please don't go.
Please don't go.

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up Lorna

1968, Van Morrison guitar & vocals

See you smile
angel child,
that's all I ever wanted to do.
See your laugh
in a photograph,
that's all I ever wanted to do.
See your swishin' walk,
and talk your baby talk,
that's all I ever wanted to do.
Lorna,
Lorna,
that's all I ever wanted to do.
Carry you,
carry you down by the banks of the river,
all along down,
all along down the grasses' [throne ?].
Carry you, carry you,
by the banks of the river,
that's all,
that's all I wanted to do.
I'll carry all your books to school,
and maybe be your fool,
that's all I wanted to do.
Ah, just to hold your hand
all along the golden sand,
that's all I wanted to do.
Lorna,
Lorna,
that's all I ever wanted to do.

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up I Need Your Kind Of Loving

1968, Van Morrison guitar & vocals, Tom Kielbania (?) bass, John Payne (?) flute

Well my baby's gone [so ?] summer,
and it brings on a cool night breeze,
and I wish we could go walkin'
at the place by the shady trees.
Baby, I need your kind of lovin'
for to last me for awhile.
Well, I need your kind of lovin', baby,
for to last me for awhile.

Well, I'm waiting for you patiently,
and the pain in my heart still yearns,
and I'm walkin' all along the banks
of the river where it turns.
Well, I need your kind of lovin'
for to last me for awhile.
Well, I need your kind of lovin', yes I do,
for to last me for awhile.

[mumbled instruction to band]

All along the city streets I walk,
all alone in the cold, cold rain,
and I just can't eat and I just can't sleep,
and my heart is filled with pain.
Well, I need your kind of lovin', baby,
for to last me for awhile.
Yes, I need your kind of lovin', yes,
for to last me for awhile.
Well, I need your sweet kind of lovin', baby, baby, baby,
down by the banks of the river.
Oooo, baby, baby, baby.

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up Rock & Roll Band

1968, Van Morrison guitar & vocals

[false start]
We just sat there
[Rock & Roll Band]

We just sat there
never ever thinkin'
we'd get much older.
Layin' out on the beach
with our heads on each other's shoulder,
and we flagged the highway drivers down,
and get a ride to nowhere.
That means sit somewhere out of town,
we never ever had a care.
Wasn't that a time,
yeah, so wasn't that a soul time.
Wasn't that a time,
wasn't that a soul time.

And we stayed out all night long,
and never ever wanted to go home then.
Crossed the fields and streams,
in meadows we did roam then.
And we did not wanna question,
and never asked for why,
and we look back in sad remembrance
and we softly sigh.
And wasn't that a time,
yes, wasn't that a soul time.
Wasn't that a time,
yeah, wasn't that a soul time.
And we danced, we danced, we danced
to a Rock & Roll band.
And we danced, we danced, we danced, we danced
to a Rock & Roll band
with the three guitars
and the drums
and the saxophone.

And we just sat there on the beach
never ever thinkin' we'd get much older.
So far out of reach
with our heads on each other's shoulder.
Flagged the highway drivers down,
and we get a lift to nowhere,
somewhere out of town.
We never ever had a care.
Wasn't that a time,
yeah, wasn't that a soul time.
Wasn't that a time,
wasn't that a soul time,
when we danced, we danced, we danced
to a Rock and Roll band,
and we danced, we danced, we danced
to a Rock and Roll band
with the three guitars
and the drums
and the saxophone.

[at fade out, LOUD, click of tape recorder/player button pressed to stop]

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up I Shall Sing (1970)

I shall sing,
sing my song,
be it right,
be it wrong.
In the night,
in the day,
any how,
any way,
I shall sing.
La la la la la la la la la
na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na
Oh, oh,
na na na na na naaa na

With my heart,
with my soul,
[from ?] the young
or the old,
when I'm high,
when I'm low,
when I'm fast,
when I'm slow,
I shall sing.
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
na na na na na na na na na
na na na naaa

I shall sing,
sing my song,
be it right,
be it wrong.
In the night,
in the day,
any how,
any way,
I shall sing.
La la la la la la la la la
na na na na na na na na na
La la la la la la la la la
na na na na na na na na na
Oh, oh,
un, oh, oh
I shall sing

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

This song, though never released by Van, has been covered by a few artists including Art Garfunkel (Angel Clare, The Van Morrison Songbook), Loyal Garner, Miriam Makeba (The Queen Of African Music, Miriam Makeba live), and Toots & the Maytals (Reggae Got Soul). It was aired on a December 31, 1985 KKCY-FM broadcast ("The City", San Francisco CA). Hosted by Kate Hayes (the wife of frequent band member, bass player David Hayes) and Lorraine Meyer, she explains that the song was recorded during the sessions for Moondance. It has been booted on Bluesology, Eggs And Poetry, I Shall Sing, Live At The Orphanage, No Stone Unturned, The Philosopher's Alternate Stones, and Van Morrison Gets His Chance To Wail, Vol.1: Laughing In The Wind. Sheetmusic for this first appeared in a collection from Warner Bros. called "Van Morrison", and it can currently be found in "The (New) Best Of Van Morrison" songbook.

Up It Hurts To Want It So Bad

It's a lot like bein' little
and wantin' a brand new toy.
It's a lot like bein' little
and wantin' a baby boy
to call brother,
and it hurts
when you want it
so bad.

It's a lot like bein' a young boy
who cannot make the team.
It's a lot like bein' a young girl
who cannot help but dream
of her best friend's brother,
and it hurts
when you want it
so bad.

When it's love
you've had and lost,
if that's the worst hurt
you've ever had,
waiting for a new love
to come along,
and maybe, baby,
[it's] just as bad.

It's a lot like bein' a man
when you['ve] no one to call your own,
and it's a lot like bein' a woman
when you want to make a home
and be a mother,
and it hurts when you want it
so bad.
Hey, yeah.

When it's love
you've had and lost,
that's the worst hurt
you've ever had,
waiting, waiting for a new love
to come along,
it may be, baby,
may be just as bad, Lord.

It's a lot like bein' a man
when you['ve] no one to call your own,
and
it's a lot like bein' a woman
when ya' want
to make a home
and be a mother,
and it hurts
when ya' want it so bad.
When ya' want it,
want it so bad.
When ya', when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya',
when ya' want it.
When ya, when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya',
When ya, when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya',
when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya', when ya',
[when ya' want it so bad.]

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up Spare Me A Little Of Your Love

Written by Christine McVie (of Fleetwood Mac), and released on their Bare Trees album, March 1972 Why not lie here
in-a my arms
and just listen to the night.
You must know that you have
certain charms,
and I feel,
and I feel the time is right.
Spare me a little,
spare me a little,
spare me a little of your love.
Spare me a little,
spare me a little,
spare me a little of your love.

And I know that I
feel much more
in-a
every single way,
[ended / and it's ?] not the same
as before, it gets
stronger [stronger],
stronger every day.
Spare me a little,
spare me a little,
spare me a little of your love.
Spare me a little,
spare me a little,
spare me a little of your love.

Now I know how the
sun must feel
every time it shines,
and I know that
this is real and I
want you to be mine.
So, spare me a little,
spare me a little,
spare me a little of your love.
Spare me a little,
spare me a little,
spare me a little of your love.
Come on, spare me a little,
spare me a little,
spare me a little of your love.
One more time,
spare me a little,
spare me a little,
spare me a little of your love.

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up Feedback Out On Highway 101

Feedback
out on Highway 101.
Feedback
out on Highway 101.
Cruisin' easy,
and your favorite DJ
havin' fun.

Look out, stand back,
there's a fool out on the road.
Look out,
stand back,
there's a fool out on the road.
Had one too many drinks
and he just may overload.
Stand back.

Night time
cruisin' 'long,
cruisin' along.
Night time cruisin',
night time cruisin' along.
You don't see the setting sun
[even 'fore the mornin' come ??].

Feedback,
feedback
out on
Highway 101.
Feedback,
feedback, feedback,
feedback
out on Highway 101.
Cruisin' easy and your
favorite DJ is
havin' fun.

Feedback,
feedback,
feedback,
feedback,
feedback
out on Highway,
Highway 101.

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up Grits Ain't Groceries

Lyrics 1955 by Titus Turner

If I don't love you baby,
grits ain't groceries,
eggs ain't poultry,
and Mona Lisa was a man.

All around the world
I'd rather be a fly
and light on my baby's head,
I'll stay with that
woman 'til I die.
A toothpick in my hand,
I dig a 10-foot ditch
and ride through the jungle
fightin' lions with a switch,
because ya' know I love ya' baby,
well, you know I love you baby,
and if I don't love you baby,
grits ain't groceries,
eggs ain't poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

Well, it's all around the world and I got
blisters on my feet
a-tryin' to find my baby,
a-bring her back to me.
If you see my baby,
I know she'll be convinced.
If it don't send her back to me,
it just
don't make no sense,
because ya' know I love ya' baby,
well, you know I love you baby.
If I don't love you baby,
grits ain't groceries and eggs ain't poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

Well,
all around the world
I never will forget
I lost all my money, my woman and my pet,
but I got to have you baby,
I got to settle for nothin' less,
give up all my good time for the sake of happiness,
because ya' know I love ya' baby,
you know,
you know I love you baby.
If I don't love you baby,
grits ain't groceries,
eggs ain't poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

I said, if I don't love you baby,
grits ain't groceries,
eggs ain't poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a
Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

Well,
if I don't love ya' baby,
if
I don't love you baby,
if I don't love you baby,
grits ain't groceries,
and eggs ain't poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up Don't Change On Me

Jimmy Holiday and Eddie Reeves
Copyright: United Artist Music Co. (EMI Music)

Girl you're my sunshine
TakeÊaway the raindrops
You make it all worthwhile
You make all the pain stop
Just like a river
Keep love flowin'
Don't let our world stop
Keep it goin'

Chorus:
I like you just the way you are
Honey don't change on me
Don't change on me
Don't change on me
Girl you're my lucky star
Honey don't change on me
Please don't change on me.

I used to wonder
Where would I find
Some kinda happiness
And peace of mind
I was livin' in darkness
But then you came
Bringin' in the sunlight
And easin' my pain

Repeat chorus

If there's a heaven
Then this is my prayer
I wanta know you
If we should meet there
And then forever
We'll walk together
Nothin' but sunshine
No more stormy weather

Repeat Chorus

[Yeah, I don't know, a little bit out.] spoken at end

Up Down To Earth

Well, I wake up
and I'm slowly
a-comin' down.
I'm just tryin'
to get my feet back
on the ground.
I got more
of an idea
just exactly
what I'm worth.
Baby, baby, I wake up
and I'm comin'
down to earth.
Yeah, baby, baby, I wake up
and I'm comin'
down to earth.

Was I
ever wrong
about so much?
That's all you get,
get completely
out of touch.
And it's a very, very, very, very painful thing
when you witness your
death and your birth.
Baby, baby, baby, I wake up,
I wake up
and I'm comin'
down to earth.
Yeah,
baby, baby, baby, I wake up
and I'm comin'
down to earth,
yeah.

Back here,
back here
on the planet,
a-been a long, long, long fall,
but that's
always just a problem
when you think you know it all.
And it's a very, very, very, very, very painful thing
when you witness your own
death and your birth.
Baby, baby, I wake up, I wake up
and I'm comin'
down to earth.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I wake up
and I'm comin'
down to earth.
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah, I wake up
and I'm comin',
babe, I wake up, I wake up.
Ow!, woke up this mornin',
I walked out, walked out the door,
got in my car and I drove
down the road,
down the road.
I woke up,
I woke up,
and I woke up,
yeah, yeah, yeah I,
babe, I wake up,
I wake up,
I wake up.

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up You Move Me

Recorded by Tom Fogerty on the 1981 album Deal It Out. Also on several Van boots including The Philosophers Alternate Stones

I like my coffee in the mornin',
crazy 'bout my tea at night.
I like my coffee in the mornin',
crazy 'bout my tea at night.
If I don't get my sugar three times a day,
boy, you know I don't feel right.

Well, I know my hound dog
when I hear him bark.
Well, I know my hound dog
when I hear him bark.
And I know my baby when I feel her
in the dark.

Ya' move me,
ya' move me, ya' move me, ya' move me baby.
Ow!
Ya' move me,
ya' move me, ya' move me, ya' move me baby.
Ya' move me,
ya' move me, ya' move me, ya' move me baby.
Ya' move me,
ya' move me, ya' move me, ya' move me baby.

Well, I'm here
and I'm ready and able to move.
Every thing that I need,
ya' know I'm ready to groove,
even though I'm tired,
I'm weary and wasted and worn.
Well, I just can't seem,
I can't seem to leave you alone.
Know why?

Ya' move me,
ya' move me, ya' move me, ya' move me baby.
Ow!
Ya' move me,
ya' move me, ya' move me, ya' move me baby.
Ya' move me,
ya' move me, ya' move me, ya' move me baby.
Ya' move me,
ya' move me, ya' move me, ya' move me baby.
[Break it down boy.]

Well, I'm a secretive guy,
ya' know I like to keep things hid.
Well, I'm a secretive guy,
ya' know I like to keep things hid.
Well, I love you baby
when ya' call me the jellyroll kid.

Ow!
Ya' move me,
ya' move me, ya' move me, ya' move me baby.
Ow!
Ya' move me,
ya' move me, ya' move me, ya' move me baby.
Ya' move me,
ya' move me, ya' move me, ya' move me baby.
Ow!
Ya' move me,
ya' move me, ya' move me, ya' move me baby.

[Play that!]
[Yeah, play it!]
[Yeah!]

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up Fast Train

Transcribed from a live performance on February 26, 2000 at the Barbican in York, England. The first performance of this new song.

When you been on a fast train
And it's goin' off the rails
And you can't come back together again
You just start breakin' down
In the pourin' rain
Cause you been on a fast train

When your love has gone away
Don't it make you feel so sad
And you know I'm returnin'
Way into the land
And you start breakin' down
And go into the pain
Cause you been on the fast train

You had to go on the lam
Cross into no man's land
Ain't nobody here on your wavelength
And nobody gonna give you a helpin' hand
You just start breakin' down
And just go into the sun
When you hear that fast train

And you keep movin' along
To the sound of the wheels
Deep inside your heart you really know
You know just how it feels
And you start breakin' down
And the deserts reign on the fast train

You're way over the line
This time you're out of your mind
This time you're out of your depth
And to the window you crack open
Oh but there's nowhere to go
There's only sleet and there's snow
Keep on movin' on a fast train

You hear they're goin' over the line
Oh standin' on the edge of the hill
Oh nobody on their wavelength
Nobody to give you a helping hand
And you start breakin' down
When you hear the sound
Keep on movin' on a fast train
I'm goin' nowhere on a fast train
Goin' nowhere
Goin' nowhere on a fast train
Goin' nowhere on a fast train
Fast train
Going nowhere
Goin nowhere on a fast train
To the wasteland
To the wasteland
On a fast train
On a fast train
On a fast train
I'm goin nowhere
I'm goin' nowhere on a fast train
Goin' nowhere
On a fast train

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

Up Max Wall

Performed at the Glastonbury Festival on June 17, 1989
See this Glossary entry for glosses on the various people referenced.
(GF) = Georgie Fame speaks/sings this

Spike Milligan, Peter Sellers, Michael Bentine, Harry Secombe,
Arthur Askey, Tommy Cooper, Norman Wisdom, Frankie Howerd,
Norman Vaughan, Dave Allen,
Max Wall, Max Wall, Max Wall, Max Wall

John Cleese, Terry Gilliam, Michael Palin, Graham Chapman,
Eric Idle, Ministry of Silly Walks, Benny Hill,
Max Wall, Max Wall, Max Wall, Max Wall

Steve Davis, Alex Higgins (GF), Jimmy White, Terry Griffith (GF),
Brian Odgers, Dave Early, Bernie Holland, Richie Buckley,
Max Wall, Max Wall, Max Wall, Max Wall

Spike Milligan, Michael Bentine, Peter Sellers, Harry Secombe,
Harry Worth, Frankie Howerd, Norman Wisdom, Tommy Cooper,
"Just Like That!", Benny Hill,
Max Wall, Max Wall, Max Wall, Max Wall

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.
Thanks to numerous members of the Van Morrison Mailing List for identifying and correcting these names.)

Up The Last Laugh

(Mark Knopfler)
From the Sailing To Philadelphia album

Don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh, my friend
Don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh, at the end

Down in the gutter
With the mad old soldiers
Down in the scuppers
With the drunken sailors
Down in the gutter
With the mad old soldiers
But the last laugh, baby is yours

And don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh goin' down

Games you thought you'd learned
You neither lost nor won
The dreams have crashed and burned
You still keep on, keepin' on

Out on the highway
With the road gang, workin'
Up on a mountain
With a cold wind blowin'

Out on the highway
Was a road band, workin'
But the last laugh, baby is yours

And don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh, goin' down

They had you cryin'
And you came up smilin'
They had you crawlin'
And you came up flyin'
They had you cryin'
And you came up smilin'
And the last laugh, baby is yours

And don't you love the sound
The last laugh goin' down?
Well, don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh, goin' down

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Back O' Town Blues

(Louis Armstrong & Luis Russell)
From the Small World Big Band album

Well, I had a woman
Livin' way back o' town
Well, she treated me right
Never let me down
But I wasn't satisfied
I had to run around

Now she's gone and left me
I'm worried as can be
Oh, I've searched this world over
Wonderin' where could she be?
I would ask that she forgive me
Maybe she'll come back to me

Now, I'm lonesome and blue
Whoa, but I've learned a thing or two
Ooh, fellas here's a tip
I'm going to pass on down to you
Never mistreat your woman
'Cause it's gonna bounce right back on you.

(Instrumental and horn solo to end)

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Sittin' On Top Of The World

(Trad. arranged by Van Morrison & Carl Perkins)
From the Good Rockin' Tonight album

You come here runnin'
Holdin' out your hand
I'm gonna get me a woman, baby
And you can have that man
Lord, I'm gone, gone, gone
I don't worry
Lord, I am sitting on top of the world
Yes, I am

How you think about it, Van?

I worked all summer, and all the fall
I even spent Christmas, in my overalls
But now, childs gone (yeah, she is)
An' I don't worry (boy, don't worry)
'Cause I'm sittin' on top of the world

(Lord, I reckon)

(Instrumental)

That Mississippi River
Is so deep an' wide
My baby's standin', Lord
On the other side
Oh, but now she's gone, gone, gone
An I don't worry
'Cause I am sittin' on top of this world

Can you blow me some of that horn, cat now?

(Instrumental & sax solo)

One summer's day (ooh-huh)
She went away (she went)
She went and left me
For good, to stay
And now she's gone
An' I don't worry
'Cause I'm sittin' on top of the world, yeah

A-you come here runnin'
Holdin' out your hand
I'm gonna get me a woman
An' you can have your man
Well, now she's gone, gone, gone
An' I don't worry
'Cause I'm sittin' on top of the world.

Get it.

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up Have I Told You Lately That I Love You

(Van Morrison)
Van Morrison w/Sinead O'Connor & The Chieftains
From Live On Letterman - May 17, 1995

Van sings:
Have I told you lately that I love you
Have I told you there's no one above you, above you
Fill my heart with gladness
Take away my sadness
Ease my troubles, that's what you do

You-you-you-you-you-you-you-you

Sinead sings:
Oh, the morning sun and all it's glory
Greets the day with hope and comfort, too
And you fill my life with laughter
You can make it better

Both:
Ease my troubles that's what you do

Sings together: (Van 1st line)
There's a love divine
There's a love that's divine

It's yours and mine
And it's yours and it's mine

Shines like the sun
It shines like the sun

Van:
Babadabadop, babadabadop, babadabadop, babadabadop
babadabadop, babadabadop, babadabadop

Both:
At the end of the day
We shall give thanks and pray
To the One (ah) and say

Sings together: (Sinead 1st line)
Have I told you lately that I love you
you lately that I love you

Have I told you there's no one above you
there's no one above you

Both:
Fill my heart with gladness
Take away my sadness

Ease my troubles that's what you do
Ease my troubles that's what you do

There's a love that's divine
(There's a love that's divine)

And it's yours and it's mine
It's yours and it's mine

Shines like the sun
Shines like the sun

Van:
Blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah-blah

Sinead:
At the end of the day
end of the day

Both:
We shall give thanks and pray
To the one and say
Have I told you lately that I love you
Have I told you there's no one above you
Fill my heart with gladness
Take away all my sadness
Ease my troubles that's what you do
Fill my heart with gladness
Take away all my sadness

Sinead:
Ease my troubles thats (woops!)
Van:
That's what
Sinead:
You do
Van:
You-you-you-you-you-you-you-you

(Audience applause)

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up At the Crossroads

(Van Morrison)
From Solomon Burke's Make Do With What You Got

Well I'm standing at the crossroads
And I'm waiting on my train.
Well and I'm wondering if you are my woman
And am I your man.
I wanna be your man.

Well I've been traveling
I'm a soul searcher
So you know I know just where I'm coming from.
Well I'm tired... I'm tired ...I'm tired...
of running around in circles
And I wanna come home.
I wanna come back home.

Mystic nights, oh surround me
In the darkness, in the darkness of my soul.
Well I see the light come shinning...shinnnnnning thru
The mystic hall.
The mystic hall.

There's mud on my shoes and there's mud on my trousers.
And my money I spent... or gave it away.
But I don't care, just as long as you see me and you love me
As I am today.
As I am today.

(Steel guitar break)

Here I am at the crossroads, crossroads of my life.

Whoa ah la la la la la la la...di da...di da... yeah Babe...

Mystic nights oh surround me
In the darkness, darkness of my soul.
Well I see my light ...I see my light
Come shining thru the fog
The late lifting fog ya'll.

Now there's mud on my shoes and there's mud on my trousers.
My money I spent...or gave it away. Yeah...
I don't really care, just as long as you see me darling um...
As I am today.
See me as I am today.

I'm standinnnnnng... at the crossroads
And I'm waiting on the midnight train.
And I'm wondering deep down inside of my heart and my soul Baby
If you are my woman
And if I'm your Man.

Lord, I'm wondering... I'm wondering ...
I hope I'm not too...

At the crossroads...

(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome.)

Up What's Up Crazy Pup

(Van Morrison)
From the B-side to a 1974 single

What's up, crazy pup, What's up, crazy pup,
What's up, crazy pup, What's up, crazy pup,
What's up, crazy pup,
Crazy pup,
Crazy pup,
Crazy pup,
Crazy pup.

(Transcribed by Andreas, a German Van-fan since 1966. Corrections are welcome.)

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