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How to write a Van Morrison song

March 31, 2009

(picture by Michael Romanos)
HIPPY MYSTIC and curmudgeonly 50s pop cultural warrior Van Morrison is rightly lauded as one of the finest songwriters of his generation or any other. A troubled Celtic troubadour locked in the fug of 1970s Northern California despite living in North Down for many years, his style is enigmatic and difficult to emulate. Or is it?

Strum malevolently… on a ukulele. A complex circular chord structure of C, F & G is the best framework.

It is vital to set up the essentially utopian nature of the past while establishing the essential Celtic nature of the piece, I suggest something like:
“Way back, back, back, way back/
Way back/ back in days gone by,

At this point add a reference to a semi-obscure jazz/ blues/ country figure whose American roots authenticity clashes with Celtic soul of the initial lamentation. Something like:
“When Big Joe Turner rumbled from the radio/
Woody and Wolf and Buck Wheat Zydeco

(Ignore the fact that Big Joe Turner, Woody Guthrie, Howling Wolf or Buckwheat ever, erupted from any Ulster Radio)

Now, despite the fact that the song has been sung in a mid-Atlantic drawl thus far, one needs now to insert a couple of geographically and colloquially specific Ulster references in a VERY thick East Belfast accent. Perhaps:
“I was eatin’ a pasty bap and Paris buns/
By the cinema down the Creggagh Road”

Another temporal reference (passing seasons, perhaps) and one more matriarchal reference, and it’s nearly time for the chorus. Maybe:
“Now there’s brown leaves rustling in the trees/
I can still see mama’s bitter tears for me”

Move towards a self piteous lament for how crap it is being successful, but, most importantly, link all three previous factors utilised in the verse: reminiscence, Northern Ireland psycho-geography and perhaps a hippyish pop cultural reference.
Pay no attention to scan or syllable structure. Scat sing like a mother lover.

‘Not as good now as it was then (kick it)
Dharma Bums and Kerouac’s Zen (uh huh)
Flute bands and Woody Guthrie (C’mon)
Mama , mama, Lord, lord, lordy lord,
Why am I so lonely?’

Break now for a gratuitous harmonica and/or saxophone solo augmented by the most under valued but expensive session band money can buy.

Finish with a dash of Georgie Fame and/or Brian Kennedy harmony.

Repeat for 4mins 56secs

6 Comments leave one →
  1. April 1, 2009 8:11 am

    The words “it was all fields round here when I was a lad” can be inserted at any point.

  2. April 1, 2009 9:38 am

    Being tired, so tired, down by the water. Which of course is pronounced wadah.

  3. March 1, 2011 10:09 pm

    Well, let's see you write a song that the public will willingly pay to hear and then maybe you can write about that. I know it's all in good fun but there is nobody that can sing and write the way that Van does..

  4. March 1, 2011 10:15 pm

    What's a 'self piteous lament'? If you're going to parody something, make it accurate.Can you do the same for Dylan and 'The Boss'? There could be a series here.

  5. July 19, 2011 10:26 pm

    I write as someone who has seen Van Morrison 17 times and bought everything up to about The Healing Game. I love him, but his writing has become somewhat formulaic of late.I was also having a wee bit of craic. So, calm down.

  6. Jerry, Gerry and Jimmy permalink
    March 21, 2018 7:51 am

    Van Morrison. Is a fantastic artist whose works mean so much to so many. He is one of the most intriguing performers who does thing his way whether the public like it or not. In an era with so little talent Van Morrison stands out like a lighthouse.

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