Caravan by The Last Emperor Lyrics
I wish every boy and girl would go out and explore their world
Every woman every man, join my caravan
Eh yo pause for the cause and cancel your travel plans
Join the black magic man on his desert caravan
Where the cool ocean water meets the hot desert sands
And if the sun don't burn burn you might return with a tan
I'll be you tour guide, make sure you enjoy your ride
Build the campfire and make sure it burns all night
You want is smooth or tougher than raw ride
While you celebrate I'll swash bucklе and sword fight
From gun fights to fist bouts, I crack domes and twist scalps
From Mauritania to the Swiss Alps
But let that cеase for Salaam means peace
In the land of our destination which is the East
Now I need 'ya, to follow the procedure
Don't catch an attitude about the food 'cause I'll feed ya
Go with the flow if you don't know where it leads 'ya
But you won't need a, passport or a Visa
Or permission slip on this expedition trip
Whatever your profession, city, town, or section
Question, the cost? Then I'll have to laugh
'cause this caravan is paid for by (...?)
Across the land, in my caravan, over the sands in my caravan (x2)
We spend nights by candle light and thank Allah to be given
Stars fill the air, in the sky there's a (ribbon?)
My caravan is joined by the most exotic women
From places like Morocco
Tunisia and Yemen
And countless other countries that I shall not name
And if I don't leave a trace without a doubt I came
Douse my flame, no way I'm not about those games
Or your inefficient claims of trying to house my name
My rep stretches mad far; never crash like a NASCA;
On a small island off the coast of Madagascar
I met a woman, she was the daughter of a Sultan
Who prayed every night for the right caravan to close in
I approached but tried show no emotions like a Vulcan
(Last Emp did you feel it at all?)
She had me hope'in
I was hoping to impress by releasing the vocab
I wished this miss would join this wondering nomad
Never in my life did I want anything so bad
It's the plight of a man and ladies know that
And now when I step to a sister it's quite firmly I stand
If her love is to be bought I say firmly I can't
Now as the daughter of a Sultan truly you understand
The great treasures that await you on my caravan
(Bridge?) I said, "If I had a caravan, here is what I'd do,(da da da)
I'd leave my caravan until, my caravan was joined by you."
(La da da da da da da)
(Oi yo yo yo yo yo yo)
You can go, over and under, rob, steal and plunder
But I love my caravan, and let no man put us under
Put my hand on the sand, the desert becomes the tundra
Now go ahead and front if you want'a
I may not be well chiselled like a Greek statue
But I bet you'll still feel it when I lean at you
It's only natural, so go for it, pay attention or ignore it
There's a great big world out there lets explore it
Or come and listen, to the man as he kicks it
Smooth yet so wicked, don't fight the feeling go with it
Get out and do something different
If it 'ain't broke don't try to fix it, mend it, blend it, or remix it
Some dis it but imagine that, I mean
Life is a trip and my bags are packed
So roll with the navigators', lyrical creators: but hurry
The caravan awaits us
Across the land, in my caravan, over the sands in my caravan (x2)
(La la la la la la la)
(Oi yo yo yo yo yo yo)
[EDIT:This is only a/my best, albeit, imperfect attempt
Punctuation is absolutely not correct;
Neither is my categorising verses and the rest
But an attempt was made; please do correct my mistakes
So that we can give Jamal Gray his due. Or better yet, Mr Gray
Could you enlighten us?]
Every woman every man, join my caravan
Eh yo pause for the cause and cancel your travel plans
Join the black magic man on his desert caravan
Where the cool ocean water meets the hot desert sands
And if the sun don't burn burn you might return with a tan
I'll be you tour guide, make sure you enjoy your ride
Build the campfire and make sure it burns all night
You want is smooth or tougher than raw ride
While you celebrate I'll swash bucklе and sword fight
From gun fights to fist bouts, I crack domes and twist scalps
From Mauritania to the Swiss Alps
But let that cеase for Salaam means peace
In the land of our destination which is the East
Now I need 'ya, to follow the procedure
Don't catch an attitude about the food 'cause I'll feed ya
Go with the flow if you don't know where it leads 'ya
But you won't need a, passport or a Visa
Or permission slip on this expedition trip
Whatever your profession, city, town, or section
Question, the cost? Then I'll have to laugh
'cause this caravan is paid for by (...?)
Across the land, in my caravan, over the sands in my caravan (x2)
We spend nights by candle light and thank Allah to be given
Stars fill the air, in the sky there's a (ribbon?)
My caravan is joined by the most exotic women
From places like Morocco
Tunisia and Yemen
And countless other countries that I shall not name
And if I don't leave a trace without a doubt I came
Douse my flame, no way I'm not about those games
Or your inefficient claims of trying to house my name
My rep stretches mad far; never crash like a NASCA;
On a small island off the coast of Madagascar
I met a woman, she was the daughter of a Sultan
Who prayed every night for the right caravan to close in
I approached but tried show no emotions like a Vulcan
(Last Emp did you feel it at all?)
She had me hope'in
I was hoping to impress by releasing the vocab
I wished this miss would join this wondering nomad
Never in my life did I want anything so bad
It's the plight of a man and ladies know that
And now when I step to a sister it's quite firmly I stand
If her love is to be bought I say firmly I can't
Now as the daughter of a Sultan truly you understand
The great treasures that await you on my caravan
(Bridge?) I said, "If I had a caravan, here is what I'd do,(da da da)
I'd leave my caravan until, my caravan was joined by you."
(La da da da da da da)
(Oi yo yo yo yo yo yo)
You can go, over and under, rob, steal and plunder
But I love my caravan, and let no man put us under
Put my hand on the sand, the desert becomes the tundra
Now go ahead and front if you want'a
I may not be well chiselled like a Greek statue
But I bet you'll still feel it when I lean at you
It's only natural, so go for it, pay attention or ignore it
There's a great big world out there lets explore it
Or come and listen, to the man as he kicks it
Smooth yet so wicked, don't fight the feeling go with it
Get out and do something different
If it 'ain't broke don't try to fix it, mend it, blend it, or remix it
Some dis it but imagine that, I mean
Life is a trip and my bags are packed
So roll with the navigators', lyrical creators: but hurry
The caravan awaits us
Across the land, in my caravan, over the sands in my caravan (x2)
(La la la la la la la)
(Oi yo yo yo yo yo yo)
[EDIT:This is only a/my best, albeit, imperfect attempt
Punctuation is absolutely not correct;
Neither is my categorising verses and the rest
But an attempt was made; please do correct my mistakes
So that we can give Jamal Gray his due. Or better yet, Mr Gray
Could you enlighten us?]