Saturday, July 14, 2007
Blue Caravan
I was staying up late again the other night and while surfing through a whole slew of songs on the net, stumbled upon this really interesting find: Vienna Teng
I dunno...there's something of a je ne sais quoi about her, her voice, her songs, her disposition. It could somehow bring me to a point of wanting to go forth and make an album like that. Record a demo album and send it off to some record company and making a music video without me in it. I belong there. I'm meant to do this, this folk jazz stuff. I can't sit and wait no more. Not like this.
Blue, blue caravan
Winding down to the valley of lights
My true love is a man
Who would hold me for ten thousand nights
In the wild, wild wailing of wind
He's a house 'neath a soft yellow moon
So blue, blue caravan
Won't you carry me down to him soon
Blue, blue caravan
Won't you drive away all of these tears
For my true love is a man
That i haven't seen in years
He said,
"Go where you have to,
For i belong to you until my dying day"
So like a fool, blue caravan, i believed him
And i walked away
Oh, my blue, blue caravan
The highway is my great wall
For my true love is a man
Who never existed at all
Oh, he was a beautiful fiction
I invented to keep out the cold
But now, my blue, blue caravan
I can feel my heart growing old
