Jeff Buckley - Madame George Lyrics
(van morrison)Originally performed by van morrison. this cover is found on the trash can tape (a bootleg tape).Down on cyprus avenueWith a child-like vision leaping into view.The clicking clacking of the high-heeled shoes,Ford and fitzroy; madame george.Marching with the soldierboy behindHes much older now with hat on, drinking wineAnd the smell of sweet perfume comes drifting thruIn the cool night breeze like shalimarAnd then your self control lets goAnd suddenly youre up against the bathroom door.The hallway lights are finely getting dimYoure in the front row touching himAnd outside theyre making all the stopsThe kinds out in the streets collecting bottle tops,Going for cigarettes and matches to the shops,Happy talking, madame georgeAnd thats when you fall, oh,Oh, thats when you fallAnd you fall into a tranceSitting on a sofa playing games of chanceWith your folded arms in history books you glanceInto the eyes of madame georgeAnd you think youve found your bag,Youre getting weaker and your knees begin to sagAnd in the corner playing dominoes in drag,The one and only madame georgeAnd outside the frosty window rapsShe says be cool, I think that its the copsStands up, drops everything she gots,Its not easy now you knowNow you know you gotta goCatch a train from dublin up to sandy row,In the wind, rain & fog & slush & snowKeep on going onSay good-bye we know youre pretty far outAnd all the little boys comin roundThey got gold cigarette lighters in their pocketsWalking away from it all, so cool.Thats when you fall.
