Biografia:
O Caravan foi originalmente formado no começo de 1968 das cinzas do lendário grupo The Wilde Flowers. Todos os quatro membros iniciais chegaram a trabalhar nessa banda. O Caravan foi uma enorme mudança nos rumos musicais. A primeira composição do Caravan foi uma peça intitulada "Where But For Caravan Would I", co-escrita por Brian Hopper, de uns 10 minutos de duração e cheia de variações. Ela apareceu no primeiro álbum da banda, auto-intitulado, sendo que as outras faixas eram músicas mais suaves com toques psicodélicos.
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Intro: 2D E/D
D Am
In the land of grey and pink where only boy-scouts stop to think
Em G
They'll be coming back again, those nasty grumbly grimblies
D Am
And they're climbing down your chimney as they're trying to get in
Em G B
Come to take your money - isn't it a sin, they're so thin
F#m ½D ½Em B
They're black pockets in the sky, don't leave your dad in the rain
F#m ½D ½C 2F#m 2G
Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they'll all get washed down the drain
D Am
So we'll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows
Em G
Won't need any money, just fingers and your toes
D Am
And when it's dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green
Em G B
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all we'll need
F#m ½D ½Em B
While sailing back in morning light, we'll wash our feet in the sea
F#m ½D ½C 2F#m 2G
And when the day gets really bright, we'll go to sea drinking tea
repeat verse instrumentally 2x
repeat first 4 lines of second verse
repeat last 2 lines of first verse
Outro: 2D E/D
D Am
In the land of grey and pink where only boy-scouts stop to think
Em G
They'll be coming back again, those nasty grumbly grimblies
D Am
And they're climbing down your chimney as they're trying to get in
Em G B
Come to take your money - isn't it a sin, they're so thin
F#m ½D ½Em B
They're black pockets in the sky, don't leave your dad in the rain
F#m ½D ½C 2F#m 2G
Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they'll all get washed down the drain
D Am
So we'll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows
Em G
Won't need any money, just fingers and your toes
D Am
And when it's dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green
Em G B
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all we'll need
F#m ½D ½Em B
While sailing back in morning light, we'll wash our feet in the sea
F#m ½D ½C 2F#m 2G
And when the day gets really bright, we'll go to sea drinking tea
repeat verse instrumentally 2x
repeat first 4 lines of second verse
repeat last 2 lines of first verse
Outro: 2D E/D
Carburetor Dung
Carca
Cardboard Cutout (...)
Cardenales
Cardenales Del E (...)