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VAN MORRISON lyrics : "For Mr. Thomas"

From faded newsprint used to wrap a fish
Inscrutably the muse selects your face
As I sit drinking famously in an Irish bar

Five thousand miles and thirty years away

With the usual ceremonial you were crowned one night

King of the field where doctors nail the cows
To make of the @@#!'s quill the rights of language
And the pricking heart a sword against the hours


Let smirking scholars writhe in their favourite bondage
And hold you plaintiff to the charge of art

Exhibit A: he falls on legendary lines
Singing mother I don't want a pain here in my heart


The judge in me sucks eggs and jerks the sacred meat
But the boy in me still dreams in Milk Wood town
Like two provincial !@$(s playing the galleries

I hold your photo to a mirror upside down

And 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 the monograms 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 whatever we are supposed to steal


Let us watch while the days grow daily more mundane
That rough God go riding with his shears
Hack wide the belly of the swollen mountains

And rip molten heroes forth from their furious tears

Oh, Mr. Thomas, oh, Mr. Thomas,

Let us steal whatever we're supposed to steal
Mr. Thomas, oh, Mr. Thomas,
Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel


Oh, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Thomas,
Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel

Oh, Mr. Thomas let us ramble through the midnight
Let us throw bottles at the ferris wheel
Let us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlight

Let us steal whatever we're supposed to steal

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