Listen to The Lions
(Lost in the Astral Weeks, all life long) by Notty Bumbo
It takes me back, swings me round, offers up visions of beginnings and middles, pushing the endings further on up the road. Cypress Avenue, For The Lion, I sail through these Astral Weeks, I believe I'll go walking by the railroad with my cherry, cherry wine. I will drive the winding road back, listening to his voice achingmoaningseeking across the slipstreams, shaping those years, these years, stretching me out of those early strictures, following me across those fields with that brown-eyed girl. Oh, I was ready, willing, off to the world, no more waiting, those expansions of the internal world, flowering across October skies, in silence easy, to be born again. There you go, spinning in the middle of the square, there you go! The vault of heaven walks the same path as your dreams, mine, ours, taking care of your boy, I went there to find all the beauties of the heart, the Lion found me! Uh, uh, uh, looking straight at you, yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, it goes and comes around again, between the viaducts of all dreams, the water waiting, the cool of the afternoon, everything I wanted was offered up, to be born again, uh, uh, oh, he took me a-wing and a-float on the ether, in another world, in all time, nothing but a stranger in this world, my never ending Independence Day, so far away, you and Madame George, the things you offered never ending across the slipstreams, in another place, in that greatcoat walking across the ancient dreams. Oh you sweet thing, you sweet thing you, take me back, take me waywaywaywayway back, with those child-like vision sneaking into view, uh, uh, oh, I do, I do, and I will and I sang deep into the days and nights, and your music breaks and builds and strings my soul like beads across the distances, whoa whoa whoa whoa, that's when you fall, and drift across the fields, the wheat singing off the birds calling, running down the wind into some brighter brighter day. Oh, I will keep this going, dancing into tomorrow's arms, I will bring home all the offerings, the endless moaning of joy, Madam Joy, from Dublin up to Sandy Road, say goodbye but dry your eyes, wonder why you ever started, never stopped, laughed in the face of those who said it's all a dream, boy, it's all a dream, and so it is and was and will be because the world held forth was falling through it's own failures, and why, oh, why, oh, why should I not want to walk down the Avenues, arm-in-arm with sweet things, sweet things who dream out loud, in the wind and the rain on the backstreets, and always always in the pursuit of happiness and those same sweet songs, Van lifting me up, goodbye, goodbye, dry your eyes, the Lion roaring only joy, only joy, the love that loves to love, and where ever we go, mmmmm mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm mmmmmm oh whoa whoa whoa, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm dry your eyes for Madam Joy..........all the way back home from school...evryeveryevery time I try to speak......mmmm mmmm mmm, just like a leaf on a tree.... walking with my honey, I believe I believe I believe, I do believe..... Ravens in her hair, rainbow ribbons in her hair, my hands running through her hair, baby, baby, baby, Oh Gloria you rang through my years and ring still louder than the storms, I believe I will go walking, down Cypress Avenue.......