Into The Mystic.

I first heard this song at the age of 13. I was babysitting at MRS in Cyprus, the former BMH. BMH had caused my mother some consternation on the 1st of December 1963 when I was delivered by an Officer in his dinner jacket, all 8lb 13oz of me. Blimey, Sumo wrestler!

Back to the song, the kid I was babysitting for went to sleep and I put on the stereo. From that moment on I became a lifelong fan of Van the Man. Yeah all 5 foot 4 of him and an aggressive nasty Northern Irish Boy.

This song is for all the Donut kids as I start my Blog again with hope and a smile on my face. Listen to it and think of our childhood. You Tube is too easy, look it up!


We were born before the wind,
Also younger than the sun...
Ere, the bonnie boat was won, as we sail 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.

And when that foghorn blows, I will be coming home.
And when that foghorn blows, I want to hear it.
I don't have to fear it,
I want to rock your Gypsy soul,
Just like way back in the days of old.
Then magnificently we will fold into the Mystic.

When that foghorn blows,
you know I will be coming home.
And when that foghorn whistle blows,
I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it.

And I want to rock your Gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old,
And together we will fold into the Mystic
Come on Girl..

Too late to stop now...

Muse x

PS I was 27 when they blew it up - yeah, some twist of fate meant I was there to watch it!