Jeff Buckley - Madame George lyrics
[Jeff Buckley - Madame George lyrics]
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
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