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To: Poet who wrote (1152)	9/25/2002 4:18:01 PM
From: Original Mad Dog	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 7689

Actually it wasn't his first. He had been around a few years before that. But it was certainly a masterpiece. It wasn't what people were expecting, I guess. And radio and music had been dominated throughout the 60's by hook-laden two to three minute songs....and Astral Weeks does not have those. He had already had hits with songs like Gloria and Domino by then, so for those expecting more of that Astral Weeks had to be quite a shock. I love this song off of that album: Sweet Thing Van Morrison, from Astral Weeks And I will stroll the merry way And jump the hedges first And I will drink the clear Clean water for to quench my thirst And I shall watch the ferry-boats And they'll get high On a bluer ocean Against tomorrow's sky And I will never grow so old again And I will walk and talk In gardens all wet with rain Oh sweet thing, sweet thing My, my, my, my, my sweet thing And I shall drive my chariot Down your streets and cry Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite And I don't know why' And you shall take me strongly In your arms again And I will not remember That I even felt the pain. We shall walk and talk In gardens all misty and wet with rain And I will never, never, never Grow so old again. Oh sweet thing, sweet thing My, my, my, my, my sweet thing And I will raise my hand up Into the night time sky And count the stars That's shining in your eye Just to dig it all an' not to wonder That's just fine And I'll be satisfied Not to read in between the lines And I will walk and talk In gardens all wet with rain And I will never, ever, ever, ever Grow so old again. Oh sweet thing, sweet thing Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes And your saint-like smile.…