Madame George Lyrics - Jeff Buckley

(van morrison) 

Originally performed by van morrison. this cover is found on the trash can tape (a bootleg tape). 

Down on cyprus avenue 

With a child-like vision leaping into view. 

The clicking clacking of the high-heeled shoes, 

Ford and fitzroy; madame 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 kinds out in the streets collecting bottle tops, 

Going for cigarettes and matches to the shops, 

Happy talking, madame 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 madame 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 madame 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.