ASTRAL Weeks

If I ventured in the slipstream

Between the viaducts of your dream

Where immobile steel rims crack

And the ditch in the back roads stop

Could you find me?

Would you kiss-a my eyes?

To lay me down

In silence easy

To be born again

To be born again

From the far side of the ocean

If I put the wheels in motion

And I stand with my arms behind me

And I'm pushin' on the door

Could you find me?

Would you kiss-a my eyes?

To lay me down

In silence easy

To be born again

To be born again

There you go

Standin' with the look of avarice

Talkin' to Huddie Ledbetter

Showin' pictures on the wall

Whisperin' in the hall

And pointin' a finger at me

There you go, there you go

Standin' in the sun darlin'

With your arms behind you

And your eyes before

There you go

Takin' good care of your boy

Seein' that he's got clean clothes

Puttin' on his little red shoes

I see you know he's got clean clothes

A-puttin' on his little red shoes

A-pointin' a finger at me

And here I am

Standing in your sad arrest

Trying to do my very best

Lookin' straight at you

Comin' through, darlin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah

If I ventured in the slipstream

Between the viaducts of your dreams

Where immobile steel rims crack

And the ditch in the back roads stop

Could you find me

Would you kiss-a my eyes

Lay me down

In silence easy

To be born again

To be born again

To be born again

In another world

In another world

In another time

Got a home on high

Ain't nothing but a stranger in this world

I'm nothing but a stranger in this world

I got a home on high

In another land

So far away

So far away

Way up in the heaven

Way up in the heaven

Way up in the heaven

Way up in the heaven

In another time

In another place

In another time

In another place

Way up in the heaven

Way up in the heaven

We are goin' up to heaven

We are goin' to heaven

In another time

In another place

In another time

In another place

In another face

Beside You

Little Jimmy's gone

Way out of the backstreet

Out of the window

Through the fallin' rain

Right on time

Right on time

That's why Broken Arrow

Waved his finger down the road so dark and narrow

In the evenin'

Just before the Sunday six-bells chime, six-bells chime

And all the dogs are barkin'

Way on down the diamond-studded highway where you wander

And you roam from your retreat and view

Way over on the railroad

Tomorrow all the tippin' trucks will unload

Every scrapbook stuck will glue

And I'll stand beside you

Beside you child

To never never never wonder why at all

No no no no no no no no

To never never wonder why at all

To never never never wonder why it's gotta be

It has to be

Way across the country where the hillside mountain glide

The dynamo of your smile caressed the barefoot virgin child to wander

Past your window with a lantern lit

You held it in the doorway and you cast against the pointed island breeze

Said your time was open, go well on your merry way

Past the brazen footsteps of the silence easy

You breathe in you breathe out you breathe in you breathe out you breath in

you breathe out you breathe in you breathe out

And you're high on your high-flyin' cloud

Wrapped up in your magic shroud as ecstasy surrounds you

This time it's found you

You turn around you turn around you turn around you turn around

And I'm beside you

Beside you

Oh darlin'

To never never wonder why at all

No no no no no

To never never never wonder why at all

To never never never wonder why it's gotta be

It has to be

And I'm beside you

Beside you

Oh child

To never never wonder why at all

I'm beside you

Beside you

Beside you

Beside you

Oh child

Sweet Thing

And I will stroll the merry way

And jump the hedges first

And I will drink the clear

Clean water for to quench my thirst

And I shall watch the ferry-boats

And they'll get high

On a bluer ocean

Against tomorrow's sky

And I will never grow so old again

And I will walk and talk

In gardens all wet with rain

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing

My, my, my, my, my sweet thing

And I shall drive my chariot

Down your streets and cry

'Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite

And I don't know why'

And you shall take me strongly

In your arms again

And I will not remember

That I even felt the pain.

We shall walk and talk

In gardens all misty and wet with rain

And I will never, never, never

Grow so old again.

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing

My, my, my, my, my sweet thing

And I will raise my hand up

Into the night time sky

And count the stars

That's shining in your eye

Just to dig it all an' not to wonder

That's just fine

And I'll be satisfied

Not to read in between the lines

And I will walk and talk

In gardens all wet with rain

And I will never, ever, ever, ever

Grow so old again.

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing

Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes

And your saint-like smile....

Cyprus Avenue

And I'm caught one more time

Up on Cyprus Avenue

And I'm caught one more time

Up on Cyprus Avenue

And I'm conquered in a car seat

Not a thing that I can do

I may go crazy

Before that mansion on the hill

I may go crazy

Before that mansion on the hill

But my heart keeps beating faster

And my feet can't keep still

And all the little girls rhyme something

On the way back home from school

And all the little girls rhyme something

On the way back home from school

And the leaves fall one by one by one by one

Call the autumn time a fool

Yeah baby my tongue gets tied

Every every every time I try to speak

My tongue gets tied

Every time I try to speak

And my inside shakes just like a leaf on a tree

I think I'll go on by the river with my cherry cherry wine

I believe I'll go walking by the railroad with my cherry cherry wine

If I pass the rumbling station where the lonesome engine drivers pine

And wait a minute, yonder comes my lady

Rainbow ribbons in her hair

Yonder comes my lady

Rainbow ribbons in her hair

Six white horses and a carriage

She's returning from the fair

Baby, baby, baby

And if I'm caught one more time

Up on Cyprus Avenue

And if I'm caught one more time

Up on Cyprus Avenue

And I'm conquered in a car seat

And I'm looking straight at you

Way up on, way up on, way up on....

The avenue of trees

Keep walking down

In the wind and the rain, darling

You keep walking down when the sun shone through the trees

Nobody, no, no, no, nobody stops me from loving you baby

So young and bold, fourteen years old

Baby, baby, baby...

Ooooh-ee

The Way Young Lovers Do

We strolled through fields all wet with rain

And back along the lane again

There in the sunshine

In the sweet summertime

The way that young lovers do

I kissed you on the lips once more

And we said goodbye by the door in the nighttime

Yeah, that's the right time

To feel the way that young lovers do

Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that we were and the

way that we were meant to be

Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that I was for you

and you were for me

And then we danced the night away

And turned to each other, say, 'I love you, I love you'

The way that young lovers do

Do, do, do, do...

Then we sat on our star and dreamed of the way that we were and the way

that we wanted to be

Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that I was for you

and you were for me

I went on to dance the night away

And turned to each other, say, 'I love you, baby, I love you'

The way that young lovers do, lovers do, lovers do

Do, do, do, do....

Madame George

Down on Cyprus Avenue

With a childlike vision leaping into view

Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe

Ford & Fitzroy, Madame George

Marching with the soldier boy behind

He's much older with hat on drinking wine

And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through

The cool night air like Shalimar

And outside they're making all the stops

The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops

Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops

Happy taken Madame George

That's when you fall

Whoa, that's when you fall

Yeah, that's when you fall

When you fall into a trance

A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance

With your folded arms and history books you glance

Into the eyes of Madame George

And you think you found the bag

You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag

In the corner playing dominoes in drag

The one and only Madame George

And then from outside the frosty window raps

She jumps up and says Lord have mercy I think it's the cops

And immediately drops everything she gots

Down into the street below

And you know you gotta go

On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row

Throwing pennies at the bridges down below

And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow

Say goodbye to Madame George

Dry your eye for Madame George

Wonder why for Madame George

And as you leave, the room is filled with music, laughing, music,

dancing, music all around the room

And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all

So cold

And as you're about to leave

She jumps up and says Hey love, you forgot your gloves

And the gloves to love to love the gloves...

To say goodbye to Madame George

Dry your eye for Madame George

Wonder why for Madame George

Dry your eyes for Madame George

Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street

In the backstreet, in the back street

Say goodbye to Madame George

In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street

Down home, down home in the back street

Gotta go

Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Dry your eye your eye your eye your eye your eye...

Say goodbye to Madame George

And the loves to love to love the love

Say goodbye

Oooooo

Mmmmmmm

Say goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to Madame George

Dry your eye for Madame George

Wonder why for Madame George

The love's to love the love's to love the love's to love...

Say goodbye, goodbye

Get on the train

Get on the train, the train, the train...

This is the train, this is the train...

Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye....

Get on the train, get on the train...

BALLERINA

Spread your wings

Come on fly awhile

Straight to my arms

Little angel child

You know you only

Lonely twenty-two story block

And if somebody, not just anybody

Wanted to get close to you

For instance, me, baby

All you gotta do

Is ring a bell

Step right up, step right up

And step right up

Ballerina

Crowd will catch you

Fly it, sigh it, try it

Well, I may be wrong

But something deep in my heart tells me I'm right and I don't think so

You know I saw the writing on the wall

When you came up to me

Child, you were heading for a fall

But if it gets to you

And you feel like you just can't go on

All you gotta do

Is ring a bell

Step right up, and step right up

And step right up

Just like a ballerina

Stepping lightly

Alright, well it's getting late

Yes it is, yes it is

And this time I forget to slip into your slumber

The light is on the left side of your head

And I'm standing in your doorway

And I'm mumbling and I can't remember the last thing that ran through my head

Here come the man and he say, he say the show must go on

So all you gotta do

Is ring the bell

And step right up, and step right up

And step right up

Just like a ballerina, yeah, yeah

Crowd will catch you

Fly it, sight it, c'mon, die it, yeah

Just like a ballerina

Just like a just like a just like a ballerina

Get on up, get on up, keep a-moving on, little bit higher, baby

You know, you know, you know, get up baby

Alright, a-keep on, a-keep on, a-keep on, a-keep on pushing

Stepping lightly

Just like a ballerina

Ooo-we baby, take off your shoes

Working on

Just like a ballerina

SLIM SLOW SLIDER

Slim slow slider

Horse you ride

White as snow

Slim slow slider

Horse you ride

Is white as snow

Tell it everywhere you go

Saw you walking

Down by the Ladbroke Grove this morning

Saw you walking

Down by the Ladbroke Grove this morning

Catching pebbles for some sandy beach

You're out of reach

Saw you early this morning

With your brand new boy and your Cadillac

Saw you early this morning

With your brand new boy and your Cadillac

You're gone for something

And I know you won't be back

I know you're dying, baby

And I know you know it, too

I know you're dying

And I know you know it, too

Everytime I see you

I just don't know what to do

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