Madam George Lyrics - Van Morrison
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Words and music by Van Morrison
Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a child-like vision leaping into view.
The clicking clacking of the high-heeled shoes,
Ford and Fitzroy; Madam George.
Marching with the soldierboy behind
He's much older now with hat on, drinking wine
And the smell of sweet perfume comes drifting thru
In the cool night breeze like Shalimar
And then your self control lets go
And suddenly you're up against the bathroom door.
The hallway lights are finely getting dim
You're in the front row touching him
And outside they're making all the stops
The kids out in the streets collecting bottle tops,
Going for cigarettes and matches to the shops,
Happy talking, Madam George
And that's when you fall, Oh,
Oh, that's when you fall
And you fall into a trance
Sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms in history books you glance
Into the eyes of Madam George
And you think you've found your bag,
You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
And in the corner playing dominoes in drag,
The one and only Madam George
And outside the frosty window raps
She says "Be cool, I think that it's the cops"
Stands up, drops everything she gots,
It's not easy now you know
Now you know you gotta go
Catch a train from Dublin up to Sandy Row,
In the wind, rain & fog & slush & snow
Keep on going on
Say good-bye we know you're pretty far out
And all the little boys comin' round
They got gold cigarette lighters in their pockets
Walking away from it all, so cool.
That's when you fall.
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correction | Reviewer: Forrest Glyer | 3/17/12
These lyrics are actually from the version on Bang Masters, not Astral Weeks- it's a much more upbeat version (with background party noise and all) with slightly different lyrics. E.g., the lines about losing "self control" and then being "up against the bathroom door" are not on the Astral Weeks version. I love 'em both, but lately I've been digging this Bang Masters one- it gets me moving and moves me- and this is the only site I could find with the correct lyrics for that version. Thanks!
work of art | Reviewer: patrick | 3/18/10
i think this has to be my favorite on astral weeks. its sad, but beautiful, and is complete transcending. i absolutely love the violin pickup at the end...one of the best musical riffs i know of--so good to be used again at the end of "born to run"
Fine Piece | Reviewer: stavros | 10/3/09
Areed "saddest gladdest". Only eclipsed by Sweet Thing on Astral Weeks (that was always my daughter's song when she was born in 2000). Madame George:- I had an epiphany about this song about ten years ago, and I think it is about going cold turkey from heroin/ or another addictive drug. 1968 - much heroin around in belfast then?? I'm still convinced of that theory, but can't prove it.
saddest, gladdest song ever | Reviewer: peter d pipinis | 10/10/05
On my fifth or tenth or fiftieth listen to Astral Weeks I was taken right into the mood of this beautiful song and found myself crying tears of joy.
I am a sucker for 'tear-jerkers', but never imagined the sheer beauty of music could affect me that deeply. Thank you Van!
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