In The Days Before Rock 'N' Roll Lyrics - Van Morrison
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Justin, gentler than a man
I am down on my knees
At the wireless knobs
I am down on my knees
At those wireless knobs
Telefunken, Telefunken
And I'm searching for
Luxembourg, Luxembourg,
Athlone, Budapest, AFN,
Hilversum, Helvetia
In the days before rock 'n' roll
In the days before rock 'n' roll
In the days before rock 'n' roll
When we let, then we bet
On Lester Piggott when we met
We let the goldfish go
In the days before rock 'n' roll
Fats did not come in
Without those wireless knobs
Fats did not come in
Without those wireless knobs
Elvis did not come in
Without those wireless knobs
Nor Fats, nor Elvis
Nor Sonny, nor Lightning
Nor Muddy, nor John Lee
In the days before rock 'n' roll
In the days before rock 'n' roll
When we let and we bet
On Lester Piggott 10/1
And we let the goldfish go
Down the stream
Before rock 'n' roll
We went over the wavebands
We'd get Luxembourg,
Luxembourg and Athlone
AFM stars of Jazz
Come in, come in, come in, Ray Charles
Come in, the high priest
In the days before rock 'n' roll
In the days before rock 'n' roll
When we let and we bet
On Lester Piggott 10 to 1
And we let the goldfish go
And then the killer came along
The killer, Jerry Lee Lewis
A whole lotta shakin' goin' on,
Great balls of fire
Little Richard
Justin, gentler than a man
Justin, Justin, where is Justin now?
What's Justin doing now?
Just, where is Justin now?
Writer: VAN MORRISON, P. DURCAN
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Athlone | Reviewer: Delyon Getty | 11/26/11
Athlone didn't cut the mustard way back then; it's soul was dulled by an Ireland that looked on the broadcast itself as the achievement; content was not king in those pre-Elvis days.
Van did not listen but Durcan did....
Van listened to the sounds of America imported via the Beeb and American sailors.
Durcan has more soul in his tonsils than the wee Belfast man's brain.. addled with dolly-mixtures and washed down with locust-killing wash.
This was a brave attempt but ultimately fails because of the production, making Durcan sound like a pre-teen enthusiast who has just discovered the joys of self-flaggelation.
Worthy effort nonetheless.
Before Athlone | Reviewer: James Flynn | 1/28/08
This is a wonderful track off a forgettable album . Evokes memories of our youth listening to the radio at night , twisting the dial and the great excitement when we suddenly heard some Fats Domino or Gerry Lee from some far far away station .Morrison is very adept at writing songs that evoke memories both good and bad .Another memory filled track in this vein is On Hyndford Street off another forgettable album Hymns to the silence . The fact that the writer of this review is from the town of Athlone in the Irish midlands and the town is mentioned twice in the song helps .In case you are wondering there is a large radio broadcasting station in the town and the word Athlone appears on the dial of a lot of old radios . I'm still more of a fan of Morrison's earlier work Astral Weeks , Moondance , Hard nose etc but on most of his more recent albums there is always a gem or two in there somewhere .
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