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Artist/Band: Van Morrison
Lyrics for Song: For Mr. Thomas
Lyrics for Album: The Philosopher's Stone [1998]



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 cock'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 bastards 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


Album Lyrics: The Philosopher's Stone [1998]


Van Morrison
"The Philosopher's Stone [1998]"


1. Joyous Sound
2. Flamingos Fly
3. The Street Only Knew Your Name
4. Really Don't Know
5. Ordinary People
6. Not Supposed To Break Down
7. Laughing In The Wind
8. Madame Joy
9. Contemplation Rose
10. Don't Worry About Tomorrow
11. Try For Sleep
12. Lover's Prayer
13. Drumshanbo Hustle
14. Twilight Zone
15. Foggy Mountain Top
16. Naked In The Jungle
17. There There Child
18. John Henry
19. Western Plain
20. Stepping Out Queen
21. Showbusiness
22. For Mr. Thomas