Astral Weeks - Intellectual

We're going to do one more song

It's a very special song, very special song

Why is it a special song?

It's a special song because it's on the, it's the first song on the first Van Morrison album that was released in the United States

Ready?

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Hopefully we won't blow it

If I ventured in a slipstream

Between the viaducts in your dreams

Where an old wheel still is cracked

And the ditch in the back road stops

Would you find me?

Would you kiss my eyes?

And lay me down in silence easy

To be born again

From the far side of the ocean

If I put the wheels in motion

And I stand with my arms behind me

And I'm pushing on the door

Pushing on the door, pushing on the door

Could you find me?

Would you kiss my eyes?

And lay me down, lay me down in silence easy

Yeah

To be born again

There you go standing, standing with a look of avarice

Mount Everest, you know the faces?

And you're talking with Huddie Ledbetter

Showing pictures on the wall, pictures on the wall

Yeah, you know the pictures on the wall

And you're whispering in the hall

You're whispering in the hall

In your nice clean spring dress, so clean

I can see the beads of sweat on your neck

I can see the pictures on the wall

I can see you

Don't, don't point the finger at me

There you go, there you go

Standing aside, darling, aside, darling

With your arms, arms behind you

And your eyes before

With your arms behind you, your eyes before

And there you go, and there you go

Would you find me?

Would you kiss my eyes?

Lay me down, lay me down in silence easy

To be born again

I'd love to be born again, I'd love to be born again

Except if I was born again

I wouldn't know all these people in this room

Wouldn't know anybody in this room

I'd be 18 years old, it'd be the year 2000

Take him and carry your boy

Seeing that he's got clean clothes

Putting on his leatherette shoes

Seeing that he's got clean clothes

Putting on his leatherette, leatherette shoes

Point a finger at me, there's that finger again

There's that finger again

Point that finger at me again

I didn't do any of those things you said

They're standing in your seats

I tried to do my very best

Looking straight at you

That finger, finger, finger pointed at me

Coming, coming through, darling

I'm coming through, coming through

Yeah, yeah, yeah

If I ventured in a slipstream

Between the viaducts in your dreams

Where an old wheel still is cracked

And the ditch in the back road stops

To be born again

Over and over and over and over

Over, to be born again

Got a home on high

I'm nothin' but a stranger in this world

Got a home on high

I'm nothin' but a, nothin' but a stranger in this world

Way up in heaven, way up in heaven

Way up in, way up in, way up in, way up in

Way up in heaven, heaven, heaven, heaven, heaven, heaven

Would you find me, would you kiss my eyes

Lay me down in silence easy

Way up in heaven

I'm nothin' but a stranger in this world

Nothin' but a stranger in this world

Van Morrison

Thanks a lot