*And whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow*?
Van Morrison’67
~~~
in the young days and nights
of a youthful summer,
Van’s Brown EyedGirl
played endless on the transistor radio
the dry heat was endless just as well,
and the slow was just the way the
time was counted, when it was counted,
which wasn’t too often
was 17 years of age with no cares,
worries did not exist, ‘cept when I dreamed and conspired inside
how I was gonna get that blue eyed blonde devil temptress
to kiss me
before the new school year commenced
at the quarry where we all went swimming,
the music asking questions,
that nobody knew how to answer,
whatever happened to Tuesday,
and so slow,
so slow, we never knew what the name of the day was,
no reason to check the farm implements & hardware store calendar,
or to X off any day special,
for there was no such thing
No, never got to kiss her,
left the so slow,
me and a buddy. took a rebuilt junker and set out for Cali,
where the girls,
where the beautiful girls, just surfed and smiled,
and the nighttime beach parties went on
till the when the last person left so quiet
not sure how,
ended up,
in Seattle & Oregon,
where met I my brown eyed girl
whose car was over heating, steaming on a coastal highway,
on a Tuesday,
and it was no longer slow,
it was treasured fast and a whirlwind blast,
and
that was 2025 - 1968, so 57 eons,
nowadays, know what the name of every day is,
where I’ll be and for how long,
but truth be told,
in my happy moments
if you asked,
could not tell
the day, the time,
when the brown eyed girl and I
smile into each other’s eyes,
and so slow
is the sweetness of our lives,
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 1:26 PM UTC
*And whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow*?
Van Morrison’67
~~~
in the young days and nights
of a youthful summer,
Van’s Brown EyedGirl
played endless on the transistor radio
the dry heat was endless just as well,
and the slow was just the way the
time was counted, when it was counted,
which wasn’t too often
was 17 years of age with no cares,
worries did not exist, ‘cept when I dreamed and conspired inside
how I was gonna get that blue eyed blonde devil temptress
to kiss me
before the new school year commenced
at the quarry where we all went swimming,
the music asking questions,
that nobody knew how to answer,
whatever happened to Tuesday,
and so slow,
so slow, we never knew what the name of the day was,
no reason to check the farm implements & hardware store calendar,
or to X off any day special,
for there was no such thing
No, never got to kiss her,
left the so slow,
me and a buddy. took a rebuilt junker and set out for Cali,
where the girls,
where the beautiful girls, just surfed and smiled,
and the nighttime beach parties went on
till the when the last person left so quiet
not sure how,
ended up,
in Seattle & Oregon,
where met I my brown eyed girl
whose car was over heating, steaming on a coastal highway,
on a Tuesday,
and it was no longer slow,
it was treasured fast and a whirlwind blast,
and
that was 2025 - 1968, so 57 eons,
nowadays, know what the name of every day is,
where I’ll be and for how long,
but truth be told,
in my happy moments
if you asked,
could not tell
the day, the time,
when the brown eyed girl and I
smile into each other’s eyes,
and so slow
is the sweetness of our lives,
*And whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow?*
Going down the old mine with a
Transistor radio
Standing in the sunlight laughing
Hiding 'hind a rainbow's wall
Slipping and sliding
All along the waterfall with you
My brown-eyed girl
You, my brown-eyed girl
Van Morrison 1967
