Nicosia International Airport 2007. Fotini & t@o. ...& the Cyprus Avenue. Press enter or space for next. Music by: Van Morrison Song: Cypr us Ave nue LP: Astral Weeks 1968. 'Cyprus Avenue' a street in Belfast. Van Morrison - Cypr us Ave nue. Cyprus Avenue
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...& the Cyprus Avenue
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a street in Belfast
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"Cyprus Avenue" is a song written by Van Morrison and included on his 1968 album Astral Weeks.
In Van Morrison's words, 'Cyprus Avenue' is about "a street in Belfast, a place where there's a lot of wealth. It wasn't far from where I was brought up and it was a very different scene. To me it was a very mystical place. It was a whole avenue lined with trees and I found it a place where I could think."
Brian Hinton, one of Morrison's biographers, describes the song thus: "This is a song about being trapped, 'conquered in a car seat', and reduced to tortured silence, just like in (the song) TB Sheets. The need for innocence in the earlier song is now equated to going crazy though the vision which then unfolds is out of time, and sexless. His dream lady in her antique carriage is only fourteen years old. Van's singing is totally possessed, moving from choked desire to exultation to hushed wonder
…and wait a minute, yonder comes my ladyRainbow ribbons in her hairYonder comes my ladyRainbow ribbons in her hairSix white horses and a carriageShes returning from the fairBaby, baby, babyAnd if Im caught one more timeUp on cyprus avenueAnd if Im caught one more timeUp on cyprus avenueAnd Im conquered in a car seatAnd Im looking straight at youWay up on, way up on, way up on....The avenue of treesKeep walking downIn the wind and the rain, darlingYou keep walking down when the sun shone through the treesNobody, no, no, no, nobody stops me from loving you babySo young and bold, fourteen years oldBaby, baby, baby...Ooooh-ee
...& the Cyprus Avenue