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Astral Weeks (1969)

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  1. Astral Weeks
  2. Beside You
  3. Sweet Thing
  4. Cyprus Avenue
  5. The Way Young Lovers Do
  6. Madame George
  7. Ballerina
  8. Slim Slow Slider

Van Morrison

     

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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