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  • bir van morrison şarkısı. astral weeks albümünden*
    down on cyprus avenue
    with a child-like vision leaping into view.
    the clicking clacking of the high-heeled shoes,
    ford and fitzroy; madam 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, madam 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 madam 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 madam 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.
  • marianne faithfullun da yorumladigi enfes $arki.
  • buram buram belfast kokan şarkı. belfast nasıl kokuyor hiç bir fikrim yok ama eldivenleriyle aşkını unutan garibanlar sever bu şarkıyı.