Sat May 09 02:07:04
RobKnob said: Wild Night -- Van Morrison,
sometime in the "heyday" of the early seventies.
As you brush your shoes and stand before your mirror
And you comb your hair and grab your coat and hat
And you walk the street trying to remember, yeah
All those wild nights breeze through your mind
And everything looks so complete, when you're walking out on the street
And the wind catches your feet, sends you flying, crying
Ooooh, oo-ooh wee, the wild night is calling
All the girls walk by dressed up for each other
And the boys do the boogie woogie on the corner of the street
And the people passing by just stare with wild wonder
And the inside juke box roars just like thunder
The wild night is calling . . .
Come on out and dance, come on out and dance
Come on out and make romance, yeah