CARAVAN
"Caravan" (1968)

PLACE
OF MY OWN
Words and Music
by Pye Hastings

Yesterday's face
Is not the one I choose to see
Nor is the face
Of someone who gets much too close to me

I've got this place of my own
Where I can go when I feel I'm coming down
We'll do our best to ensure
You'll feel secure if you come

Love is the thing you crave
But it lies asleep inside of all your heads
Please, why don't you live a bit today?
For tomorrow you may find that you are dead

I've got this place of my own
Where I can go when I feel I'm coming down
We'll do our best to ensure
You'll feel secure if you come

RIDE
Words and Music
by Pye Hastings

Here am I, alone in your sky
With my mind passing by the thoughts in your eye
If I were you, and you were me,
Could you feel how unreal your world seems to be?

Oh please, don't mind that I'm here
For who am I when you're near?
I'll try to find a place in my mind
Where you know you can go, and leave all behind

How does it feel when a dream seems so real
And you fly through my eye on a steel rainbow wheel?
Searching my mind for thoughts left behind
Let you feel you're concealed by a smile-coloured blind

Oh please, don't mind that I'm here
For who am I when you're near?
I'll try to find a place in my mind
Where you know you can go, and leave all behind

POLICEMAN
Words and Music
by Richard Sinclair

We can see you creeping, Mr.Policeman
Looking through the keyhole in the door
Taking notes of all that floats
With the beat your marching feet
Shiny shoes, looking for clues
Do come in, we'll offer you a rissole
If you will only blow your whistle for me
And then we'll be good, I know we should
Take the time to change our minds
We will pay our parking fines - sure!

I'm the same as you, please Mr.Policeman
It's just, I'd like to stay behind my door
You can't stop me laughing Mr.Policeman
You'd better find out what I'm smiling for
No, I ain't broke the law
Hey man, don't put me in your van
Please see it's free, I wanna be to dig the scene
Ah, weed the green
Oh, forty people more locked behind the door
In the bathroom
Hope you don't go in for at least an hour
They're taking it in turns to have a shower

We can see you creeping, Mr.Policeman
Looking through the keyhole in our door
Taking notes of all that floats
With the beat your marching feet
Shiny shoes, looking for clues
Do come in, we'll offer you a rissole
If you will only blow your whistle for me
And then we'll be good, I know we should
Take the time to change our minds
We will pay our parking fines, soon!

LOVE SONG
WITH FLUTE
Words and Music
by Pye Hastings

When I've got time on my side and there's nothing I can do
to escape from the scenes that have been making me want you
So I think of the dreams that I've had, and what's left I'd like to do
But my mind draws a blind over me, and all I see is you...
Look into my eyes - tell me what you see - listen to me now

I'm needing you - though it may not seem to be
I'm needing you - you're all I care to see
I'm needing you - and you, you...
I'm needing you - and you, you...

I can feel the sun in my hair when I'm sitting here with you
Who cares if I'm lost in my mind? My dreams are overdue
I've been living more for myself than I've ever done before
And my feeling's so real over you, I keep coming back for more
When I look at me, all that I feel and all I see is you - so look into my eyes

I'm needing you - though it may not seem to be
I'm needing you - you're all I care to see
I'm needing you - and you, you...
I'm needing you - and you, you...

CECIL RONS
Words and Music
by Pye Hastings

Cecil runs a mill in the garden
Cecil Rons!
So we all go to wee in the garden
Cecil Rons!
So we all go to wee in the garden

Oh, what a beautiful scene!
Playing underneath my tree
Oh, what a beautiful scene I see!
Oh, what a beautiful scene!
Playing underneath my tree
Oh, what a beautiful scene I see!

MAGIC MAN
Words and Music
by Pye Hastings

Sittin' in my treetop world, doing nothing at all
Just floating in the sky, I'm free
Envy me all you want, it don't mean a thing
But join me anytime, if you please

I'm lazy I know, but I do anything that I want to do
Fly to my arms and feel your fantasies coming through
I'm a magic man on a sea, in the sky
A magic man on a sea, in the sky
Join me and see... in the sky

I know that I am not too far away for you to come to
There ain't a storm that my ship can't carry you through
I know that you know in your mind that I'm right, it's good to be free
Soft Machines, Heart Club Bands and all, are welcome here with me

I'm lazy I know, but I do anything that I want to do
Fly to my arms and feel your fantasies coming through
I'm a magic man on a sea, in the sky
A magic man on a sea, in the sky
Join me and see... in the sky

GRANDMA'S LAWN
Words and Music
by Richard Sinclair

Knees on legs, toes on feet
Hair on chest, itchy vest
Woolly pants, nylon socks
Leather boots smash down the grass
Oh, grandma's lawn has just been mown
Ten feet tall, overgrown with weeds

Cold blue light, warm red light
Blue-green grass, jangling glass
These things I bought, Comisio sauce
Lima rice, water cress and Misco soup
So spare a thought for Albert Gott

Coloured lights, see-through tights
Moist-wet lips, heavy hips
Silvery sheets, crumbling thoughts
Parting legs, curried eggs
The meal we had was very bad
Too much Yin and not enough Yang

Lost my plec, bloody heck
Who's got my plec, break his neck
The rent's due, feeling blue
Got no bread, so in the street
We all will meet with nothing to do
No place to eat, nowhere to glue dolly friends

To my surprise, in a teardrop reflected
A scene there is you
Surrounded by vast carpet of bell-blue
There is me too

WHERE BUT FOR CARAVAN WOULD I
Words by Pye Hastings,
Music by Brian Hopper and Pye Hastings

Don't try to find stars in my eyes
We've been there before - and seen...
Just take what you need to find the sun
For you and I, we have a dream to come

Way past the sky of wine-coloured seas
Down through the land of limbo
From here and there, a cry can be heard
Not knowing whether to come - or go

Soon you will see all the stars
But will you know what you feel, yeah?

Don't listen to the man in the skies
He lives with the bottle, dream man
He'll take what he can, with his thoughts in his hand
So follow me now and we'll find the sun

* * * * *

Now you're here, please make yourself at home
Climb inside our fire
Can you see that you never were alone
And your world is getting higher?
We'll take time to play for you now
So fly into my eye

We'll take our time flyin', we'll take our time
We need you mind to be flyin', we need your mind...
Tell me, is there anything that you need?
We'll find you another dream
Just a smile you'll find will make your own scenes come on!

Through the trees that grow by the mill
We can sing a song of laughter
And goin' round your dreams on a hill
Find what you are after
What you make of your world is your own
So come and you'll see why...