Compositor:
Van Morrison
- Foi gravada em 25 de setembro de 1968 e lançada em novembro de 1968 no disco Astral Weeks.
- Van Morrison cantou e tocou violão. Jay Berliner tocou violão clássico. Ricgard Davis tocou baixo. John Payne tocou flauta. Warren Smith Jr. Tocou percussão e vibrafone.
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letra:
If I
ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dream
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down In silence easy
To be born again, to be born again
Between the viaducts of your dream
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down In silence easy
To be born again, 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 pushin' on the door
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down In silence easy
To be born again, to be born again
There
you go, standin' with the look of avarice
Talkin' to Huddie Ledbetter
Showin' pictures on the wall, whisperin' in the hall
And pointin' a finger at me, there you go, there you go
Standin' in the sun darlin'
With your arms behind you
And your eyes before, there you go
Takin' good care of your boy
Seein' that he's got clean clothes
Puttin' on his little red shoes
I see you know he's got clean clothes
A-puttin' on his little red shoes
A-pointin' a finger at me and here I am
Standing in your sad arrest
Trying to do my very best
Lookin' straight at you
Comin' through, darlin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Talkin' to Huddie Ledbetter
Showin' pictures on the wall, whisperin' in the hall
And pointin' a finger at me, there you go, there you go
Standin' in the sun darlin'
With your arms behind you
And your eyes before, there you go
Takin' good care of your boy
Seein' that he's got clean clothes
Puttin' on his little red shoes
I see you know he's got clean clothes
A-puttin' on his little red shoes
A-pointin' a finger at me and here I am
Standing in your sad arrest
Trying to do my very best
Lookin' straight at you
Comin' through, darlin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dreams
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me would you kiss-a my eyes
Lay me down in silence easy
To be born again, to be born again
To be born again, In another world
In another world, in another time
Got a home on high
Ain't nothing but a stranger in this world
I'm nothing but a stranger in this world
I got a home on high, in another land
So far away, so far away
Way up in the heaven, way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven, way up in the heaven
In another time, in another place
In another time, in another place
Way up in the heaven, way up in the heaven
We are goin' up to heaven, we are goin' to heaven
In another time, in another place
In another time, in another place
In another face
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