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Hark
scene cards for the last waltz, france, filmed 1976 / released 1978
CUNTY VINTAGE DIVA TOURNEY - ROUND ONE
Little Richard
Van Morrison
Vote for the artist you think is the cuntiest of all (or of the two.)
Little Richard (1932-2020) solo Songs: "Tutti Frutti," "Long Tall Sally" Propaganda: "Always had the cuntiest singing and performing style, but once he got out of the 50s, he had the outfits, too!"
Van Morrison (1945-) solo; Them - lead vocals Songs: "Gloria," "Astral Weeks" Propaganda: "Has a unique way of writing lyrics, inspired by poetry and spirituality. He believes in never playing a song the same way twice. His concerts are described as experiences where he becomes one with his music, often improvising and making the audience part of his creation, too. He had terrible stage fright at some point, despite loving playing live."
Best Cover of Brown Eyed Girl | The Whiskey Brothers
Into The Mystic - Van Morrison
John Lee Hooker And Van Morrison: "Baby Please Don't Go" (1992)
Best 60s Song
Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison
Respect by Aretha Franklin
Into the Mystic
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We were born before the wind Also, younger than the sun 'Ere the bonnie boat was won As we sailed into the mystic
Hark now, hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly Into the mystic
Yeah, when that fog horn blows I will be coming home Yeah, when that fog horn blows I wanna hear it I don't have to fear it
And I wanna rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old Then magnificently we will float Into the mystic
When that fog horn blows You know I will be coming home Yeah, when that fog horn whistle blows I gotta hear it I don't have to fear it
And I wanna rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And together we will float Into the mystic
Come on, girl
Too late to stop now