Madame George
Van Morrison Lyrics


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Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking and clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, and Madame George

Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older now with hat on drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
All 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
Woah, that's when you fall
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
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 a corner playing dominoes in drag
The one and only Madame George

Then from outside the frosty window raps
She jumps up and says "Lord, have mercy I think that 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
Woah

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 love that loves the love that loves the love
That loves the love that loves to love
The love that loves to love the 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 backstreet
In the backstreet, in the backstreet
Say goodbye to Madame George
In the backstreet, in the backstreet, in the backstreet
Woah-oh, yeah-woah
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, your eye, your eye, your eye
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye

Say goodbye to Madame George
And the loves that love to love that loves to love
That loves to love the loves that loves to love
The love that loves to love
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Woah-oh, mmm
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mm-mmm

Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, eh-eh to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
Oh, the love that loves, the love that loves to love the love
That loves to love the love that loves to love
Say goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train
Get on the train, the train, the train
The train, the train darling
This is the train, this is the train darling
This is the train
Whoa, say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye




Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, ah-ah
Get on the train, get on the train

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Van Morrison's "Madame George" describe a night on Cyprus Avenue in Belfast, Northern Ireland. The song begins with an image of a child's perspective, hearing the clicking and clacking of high-heeled shoes, before painting a picture of Madame George, a transgender woman in the red-light district. The lyrics mention a soldier boy, presumably a young boy carrying her bags, who has grown older and is now sitting in a bar, drinking wine with a hat on. The smell of perfume fills the cool night air as Madame George exits the bar, and outside, children collect bottle-tops and buy cigarettes and matches at the shops.


The second verse describes falling into a trance while sitting on a sofa, looking at history books, and playing games of chance. Madame George comes into the scene as the singer thinks they found their "bag" and begins to weaken until they fall into a group playing dominoes in drag with Madame George. Suddenly, there is a knock on the window, and Madame George thinks it might be the cops and flees by tossing everything out the window. The song then moves to a scene of the singer leaving the brothel and saying goodbye to Madame George, with music and laughter filling the room as they depart.


Line by Line Meaning

Down on Cyprus Avenue
The setting for the song is introduced: the street where the events are taking place.


With a childlike vision leaping into view
The singer sees the world with a naive, childlike outlook.


Clicking and clacking of the high heeled shoe
The sound of high-heeled shoes on the pavement is heard.


Ford and Fitzroy, and Madame George
The artist sees Madame George, along with two other people, walking down the street.


Marching with the soldier boy behind
Madame George is walking with a younger soldier boy.


He's much older now with hat on drinking wine
The soldier boy has aged, but Madame George remains the same.


And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
The fragrance of Madame George's perfume is noticed.


All the cool night air like Shalimar
The perfume is reminiscent of Shalimar, a popular fragrance.


And outside they're making all the stops
Life on the street is still happening while Madame George walks by.


The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
Children are gathering bottle-tops as they play in the street.


Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
People are out buying cigarettes and matches from local shops.


Happy taken Madame George
Madame George is happy and content with her life.


Woah, that's when you fall
The singer speaks directly to the listener and warns them about an impending fall.


When you fall into a trance
The singer has fallen into a meditative state.


A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
The singer is sitting on a sofa, playing games of chance, while in this trance-like state.


With your folded arms and history books you glance
The artist is looking at history books while sitting with their arms folded.


Into the eyes of Madame George
The artist is looking at Madame George's eyes, possibly in a hypnotized state.


And you think you found the bag
The singer believes they have found something important.


You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
The singer is growing weaker physically and emotionally.


In a corner playing dominoes in drag
The people with whom the artist is interacting--potentially including Madame George--are playing dominoes while cross-dressed.


The one and only Madame George
Madame George's uniqueness is impressed upon the listener.


Then from outside the frosty window raps
There is a knocking sound at the window, which causes Madame George to become nervous.


She jumps up and says "Lord, have mercy I think that it's the cops"
Madame George is scared that the police are knocking at the window.


And immediately drops everything she gots
Madame George quickly abandons everything she was doing.


Down into the street below
Madame George goes down to the street below the window.


And you know you gotta go
The singer warns the listener that it is time to leave.


On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
The singer is traveling on a train from Dublin to Sandy Row.


Throwing pennies at the bridges down below
The artist is tossing pennies from the train at various bridges below.


And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
The weather on the journey is unpleasant: rainy, hailing, sleeting, and snowy.


Say goodbye to Madame George
The singer is bidding farewell to Madame George.


Dry your eye for Madame George
The singer tells us to dry our eyes for Madame George, insinuating sadness or mourning.


Wonder why for Madame George
The artist ruminates on why Madame George seems so special to them.


And as you leave, the room is filled with music
The room in which this scene is set is filling up with music.


Laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room
The room is now lively with dancing and more music.


And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all
Young boys are leaving the room and getting out of this hectic setting.


So cold
The temperature outside is very cold.


And as you're about to leave
As the singer is preparing to leave the scene, Madame George stops them.


She jumps up and says "Hey love
Madame George addresses the singer affectionately.


You forgot your gloves, and
Madame George is giving the singer back their gloves which they had presumably forgotten.


The love that loves the love that loves the love
A nonsensical phrase, possibly uttered in Madame George's trance-like demeanor.


That loves the love that loves to love
Another nonsensical phrase which could be interpreted as ironic.


The love that loves the love, the gloves"
Madame George gives the singer their gloves back while rambling in her trance-like state.


Say goodbye to Madame George
The listener is once again instructed to say goodbye to Madame George.


Dry your eye for Madame George
The listener is encouraged to dry their tears for Madame George, perhaps due to her unpredictable behaviors.


Wonder why for Madame George
The question of why Madame George inspires such a strong reaction in the artist is raised once again.


Say goodbye
A final goodbye is bid to Madame George.


In the wind and the rain on the backstreet
The singer is outside in the cold, rainy backstreets.


In the backstreet, in the backstreet
The artist is dwelling in the cold, lonely alleys.


Say goodbye to Madame George
Madame George is being farewelled one last time.


Get on the train
The singer must get on a train to leave the scene.


Get on the train, the train, the train
Repetition of the previous line.


The train, the train darling
The train is being referred to affectionately.


This is the train, this is the train darling
Confirmation that the train is the mode of transportation being used.


Whoa, say goodbye
A final farewell is said to Madame George.


Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Multiple repetitions of the farewell.


Goodbye, goodbye, eh-eh to Madame George
Another goodbye to Madame George.


Dry your eye for Madame George
The listener is advised again to dry their tears for Madame George.


Wonder why for Madame George
The question of what makes Madame George special to the artist is repeated.


Oh, the love that loves, the love that loves to love the love
Another nonsensical phrase is employed, adding to the mystery of Madame George.


That loves to love the love that loves to love
The cycle of loving and being loved is acknowledged as a somewhat futile process in life.


Say goodbye, goodbye
The final lines of the song reiterate the importance of saying farewell to Madame George.


Get on the train, get on the train
The singer must leave, and the train is the way to do so.




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Written by: Van Morrison

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Thierry Alexandre

Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George
Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older now 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
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 a 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, goodbye, goodbye
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, goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train, get on the train



andrew james Bunting

Lyrics
Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George
Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older now 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
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 a 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, goodbye, goodbye
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, goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train, get on the train



AngelofHop

Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking and clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, and Madame George
Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older now with hat on drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
All 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
Woah, that's when you fall
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
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 a corner playing dominoes in drag
The one and only Madame George
Then from outside the frosty window raps
She jumps up and says "Lord, have mercy I think that 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
Woah
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 love that loves the love that loves the love
That loves the love that loves to love
The love that loves to love the 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 backstreet
In the backstreet, in the backstreet
Say goodbye to Madame George
In the backstreet, in the backstreet, in the backstreet
Woah-oh, yeah-woah
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, your eye, your eye, your eye
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Say goodbye to Madame George
And the loves that love to love that loves to love
That loves to love the loves that loves to love
The love that loves to love
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Woah-oh, mmm
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mm-mmm
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, eh-eh to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
Oh, the love that loves, the love that loves to love the love
That loves to love the love that loves to love
Say goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train
Get on the train, the train, the train
The train, the train darling
This is the train, this is the train darling
This is the train
Whoa, say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, ah-ah
Get on the train, get on the train



All comments from YouTube:

goldenrool

Better to be late to this party than to have never been here. Backstory, I'm 71 now and have listened to Van Morrison "casually" over the years, bought a few albums starting in '78 and that was that. About a month ago, with too much time due to the "quarantine", listened intently to this piece for the first time, no distractions, totally surrendering to Van Morrison vision and the music. It transported me to someplace I'm not certain. Believe VM would call the "Mystic". Reminds me of a special moment in '92, in the wee hours of the morning, when after listening to Miles Davis' "Kind of Blue" many times, I finally "got it" and simply overwhelmed. "Madame George" has created that same moment of awareness. Apologize if this is too wordy...trying to grasp what Van Morrison has done. Pulling out old albums to see what else I've overlooked in the past.

HeatherNewlin

Awesome! (A truly under appreciated word). Listen to it wearing noise cancelling headphones—it’ll blow your mind!

Samuel Harris

I've listen to all kinds of music..I'm black American man and this is soul music it might be the greatest most beautiful song I've ever heard...incomperable... it's so beautiful

Niall McMahon

Yeah i remember i had a lecturer in ireland who was all about 'authentic cultural sound' who called Van Morrison's style cultural appropriation of black soul, i'm so mad at myself for not arguing with him. I've never heard any musician or music lover from that tradition say that, so bored of people saying things like that. Astral weeks is probably the best irish album ever made

Mark Healy

He recorded this album while travelling across America. Pretty much exclusively black American musicians

John Clarke

I'm 54...from Dublin...you're on the money.....pure genius...keep safe

J. Johnson

Astral weeks is probably the greatest album ever recorded

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Conor T

This song is an absolute masterpiece.

John Clarke

On holidays in Spain.. may 22..have astral weeks playing..pure class....Dublin boy...

Benn Forbes

Dry your eye for madame George.

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