Summer officially ends today! Now it's time for the best season, Autumn. I can finally start to wear sweaters again. Yes, I know, I'm weird.
In celebration, it's time to break out the Van Morrison, who perfectly compliments fall. For me, Morrison reminds me of my freshman year of college, which I still think was probably the best year of my life. I discovered actual friends, first time being away from home, falling in love for the first time, joining the fraternity with my best friend from high school, etc. Moondance was my soundtrack that first semester. First class I ever had was Humanities, which was held in the auditorium. The prof, an ex-hippie if there ever was one, had a Bose stereo on the stage. He kicked off class without saying anything; just pressed "Play" on the stereo and "Moondance" started playing. His basic point was that if Morrison's wordless scatting/mumbling towards the end of the song could hold so much meaning, imagine how much more we'd get from Greek classics or Kafka. Of course, I was too busy bonding with the guy next to me about said song's excellent use in An American Werewolf in London, and the even more excellent breasts of Jenny Agutter to pay much attention to that.
Morrison and autumn always take me back to that semester. Everyone's got their glory days, no?
I was gonna use "Cyprus Avenue" as today's lyrics, but then realized that song's just not fun enough.
Van Morrison - "Caravan"
And the caravan is on its way
I can hear the merry gypsies play
Mama mama look at Emma Rose
She's a-playin with the radio
La, la, la, la...
And the caravan has all my friends
It will stay with me until the end
Gypsy Robin, Sweet Emma Rose
Tell me everything I need to know
La, la, la...
Turn up your radio and let me hear the song
Switch on your electric light
Then we can get down to what is really wrong
I long to hold you tight so I can feel you
Sweet lady of the night I shall reveal you
Turn it up, turn it up, little bit higher radio
Turn it up, turn it up, so you know, radio
La, la, la, la...
And the caravan is painted red and white
That means ev'rybody's staying overnight
Barefoot gypsy player round the campfire sing and play
And a woman tells us of her ways
La, la, la, la...
Turn up your radio and let me hear the song
Switch on your electric light
Then we can get down to what is really wrong
I long to hold you tight so I can feel you
Sweet lady of the night I shall reveal you
Turn it up, turn it up, little bit higher, radio
Turn it up, that's enough, so you know it's got soul
Radio, radio turn it up, hum
La, la, la, la...
In celebration, it's time to break out the Van Morrison, who perfectly compliments fall. For me, Morrison reminds me of my freshman year of college, which I still think was probably the best year of my life. I discovered actual friends, first time being away from home, falling in love for the first time, joining the fraternity with my best friend from high school, etc. Moondance was my soundtrack that first semester. First class I ever had was Humanities, which was held in the auditorium. The prof, an ex-hippie if there ever was one, had a Bose stereo on the stage. He kicked off class without saying anything; just pressed "Play" on the stereo and "Moondance" started playing. His basic point was that if Morrison's wordless scatting/mumbling towards the end of the song could hold so much meaning, imagine how much more we'd get from Greek classics or Kafka. Of course, I was too busy bonding with the guy next to me about said song's excellent use in An American Werewolf in London, and the even more excellent breasts of Jenny Agutter to pay much attention to that.
Morrison and autumn always take me back to that semester. Everyone's got their glory days, no?
I was gonna use "Cyprus Avenue" as today's lyrics, but then realized that song's just not fun enough.
Van Morrison - "Caravan"
And the caravan is on its way
I can hear the merry gypsies play
Mama mama look at Emma Rose
She's a-playin with the radio
La, la, la, la...
And the caravan has all my friends
It will stay with me until the end
Gypsy Robin, Sweet Emma Rose
Tell me everything I need to know
La, la, la...
Turn up your radio and let me hear the song
Switch on your electric light
Then we can get down to what is really wrong
I long to hold you tight so I can feel you
Sweet lady of the night I shall reveal you
Turn it up, turn it up, little bit higher radio
Turn it up, turn it up, so you know, radio
La, la, la, la...
And the caravan is painted red and white
That means ev'rybody's staying overnight
Barefoot gypsy player round the campfire sing and play
And a woman tells us of her ways
La, la, la, la...
Turn up your radio and let me hear the song
Switch on your electric light
Then we can get down to what is really wrong
I long to hold you tight so I can feel you
Sweet lady of the night I shall reveal you
Turn it up, turn it up, little bit higher, radio
Turn it up, that's enough, so you know it's got soul
Radio, radio turn it up, hum
La, la, la, la...
Sweater season is the best season.