(Van Morrison)
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Originally performed by Van Morrison. This cover is found on the Trash Can Tape (a bootleg tape).
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Down on Cyprus Avenue
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With a child-like vision leaping into view.
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The clicking clacking of the high-heeled shoes,
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Ford and Fitzroy; Madame George.
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Marching with the soldierboy behind
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He's much older now with hat on, drinking wine
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And the smell of sweet perfume comes drifting thru
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In the cool night breeze like Shalimar
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And then your self control lets go
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And suddenly you're up against the bathroom door.
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The hallway lights are finely getting dim
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You're in the front row touching him
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And outside they're making all the stops
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The kinds out in the streets collecting bottle tops,
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Going for cigarettes and matches to the shops,
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Happy talking, Madame George
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And that's when you fall, Oh,
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Oh, that's when you fall
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And you fall into a trance
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Sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
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With your folded arms in history books you glance
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Into the eyes of Madame George
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And you think you've found your bag,
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You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
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And in the corner playing dominoes in drag,
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The one and only Madame George
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And outside the frosty window raps
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She says "Be cool, I think that it's the cops"
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Stands up, drops everything she gots,
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It's not easy now you know
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Now you know you gotta go
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Catch a train from Dublin up to Sandy Row,
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In the wind, rain & fog & slush & snow
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Keep on going on
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Say good-bye we know you're pretty far out
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And all the little boys comin' round
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They got gold cigarette lighters in their pockets
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Walking away from it all, so cool.
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That's when you fall.
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Madame George
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| Jeff Buckley |
