Альбом Vienna Teng

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 Cold
Oh my blue blue caravan
I can feel my heart growing Cold

he's a company man, your right hand, 13 years and counting.
no detectable ambition, a model of efficiency, far as you can see.
he knows every loophole, the art of fine print, massages the numbers 'til they fit.
and every time you ask him for another vanishing act, he half-smiles as if to say:

whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me.
whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me.

never a real moment together but she understands: you're an important man.
another late night. don't know if you're coming home or when. she's alone again.
but she goes on curating your domestic museum. she disappears in her loyalty.
she is a dress wearing a face in the doorway, opening her arms out to you:

whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me.
whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me.

no one would dare to question you, oh no.

no one would dare to stand up.

but in the night she leaves the papers in a tiny pile: evidence for her reasons.
and in the night he takes the main accounts and pulls the files, detailing every treason.
I am the last one you'd ever suspect of setting the fire, of setting the fire.
but as you switch on your TV tomorrow morning, you'll hear me saying quietly:

whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me.
whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me.

oh whatever you say, oh whatever you say:
I'll do what you ask me, I'll do what you ask me.
oh whatever you say, oh whatever you say.
but do you know who's listening?
oh whatever you say, oh whatever you say,
you know it's over!

She's holding a secret that she'll never tell
She's holding a secret that she'll never tell
Cause the myth is not supposed to retire
We'd rather it lit itself on fire
Or overdosed in a four star hotel

She's holding a truth that she'll never reveal
She's holding a truth that she'll never reveal
Cause truth this time is an ugly child
And mother and daughter may reconcile
But their faces will never heal

Don't go, she says, but he's sleeping
She says it to herself
Don't go, she sees herself rising
Packing her suitcase with all of her shoes
But something keeps you faithful
When all else in you turns and runs
Love turns 40

The morning comes

She's holding a secret that she'll never tell
She's holding a secret that she'll never tell
Because we were once cinema gods in the night
Now all we've got is lunch hour light
Where nothing photographs well

Don't go, she says, but he's sleeping
She says it to the dark
Don't go, she sees herself rising
Dressing in silence for nothing to lose
But something keeps you faithful
When all else in you turns and runs
Love turns 40

The morning comes

I don't feel so well
I thought that you should know
I thought that you should know
That I don't feel so well
I thought that you should know before you fall

I don't call them back
I thought that you should know
I thought that you should know
That I don't call them back
I thought that you should know before you fall

I saw it begin to dawn on us both
That somehow it wasn't suprising
And so you're preparing to swear every oath
And all the while I'm realizing

I can't love you then
I thought that you should know
I thought that you should know
That I can't love you then
I thought that you should know before you fall

I saw it begin to dawn on us both
That somehow it wasn't suprising
And so you're preparing to swear every oath
And all the while I'm realizing

I can't love you then
I thought that you should know
I thought that you should know
That I can't love you then
I thought that you should know before you fall

Me and my baby on a february holiday
'cause we got the news
Yeah, we got the news
500 miles and we're gonna make it all the way
We've got nothing to lose
We've got nothing to lose

It's been 10 years waiting
But it's better late than the never
We've been told before
We can't wait one minute more

Oh, me and my baby driving down
To a hilly seaside town in the rainfall
Oh, me and my baby stand in line
You've never seen a sight so fine
As the love that's gonna shine
At city hall

Me and my baby've been through
A lot of good and bad
Learned to kiss the sky
Made our momma's cry
I've seen a lot of friends
After giving it all they had
Lay down and die
Lay down and die

10 years into it
Here's our window
At the vegas drive-thru chapel
It ain't too much
For 'em all to handle

Oh, me and my baby driving down
To a hilly seaside town in the rainfall
Oh, me and my baby stand in line
You've never seen a sight so fine
As the love that's gonna shine
At city hall

Outside, they're handing out
Donuts and pizza pies
For the folks in pairs in the folding chairs
My baby's lookin' so damned pretty
With those anxious eyes
Rain-speckled hair
And my ring to wear

10 years waiting for this moment of fate
When we say the words and sign our names
If they take it away again someday
This beautiful thing won't change

Oh, me and my baby driving down
To a hilly seaside town in the rainfall
Oh, me and my baby stand in line
You've never seen a sight so fine
As the love that's gonna shine

Oh, me and my baby driving down
To a hilly seaside town in the rainfall
Oh, me and my baby stand in line
You've never seen a sight so fine
As the love that's gonna shine
At city hall

It's the quiet night that breaks me
I cannot stand the sight of this familiar place
It's the quiet night that breaks me
like a dozen papercuts that only I can trace
All my books are lying useless now
All my maps will only show me how to lose my way

Oh call my name
You know my name
And in that sound, everything will change
Tell me it won't always be this hard
I am nothing without you
but I don't know who you are
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It's the crowded room that breaks me
everybody looks so luminous
and strangely young
It's the crowded room that's never heard
no one here can say a word of my native tongue
I can't be among them anymore
I fold myself away before it burns me numb

Oh call my name
You know my name
And in your love, everything will change
Tell me it won't always be this hard
I am nothing without you
but I don't know who you are

I am nothing without you
but I don't know who you are
I am nothing without you...

Wait
Don’t let the sun go slack
Don’t go alone into the cold
Wait
Don’t give up on us yet
I know that there’s more you haven’t told

Wait, wait, wait my love
Just one more thought
Wait, wait, wait my love
I haven’t got time in my life
To watch you drift out to sea, so
Please Wait

Don’t let the sun go slack
I want to bring you back to where I know you
Oh Wait
Don’t give up on us yet
I just want you to let you let me hold you

Oh wait, wait, wait my love
Just one more thought
Wait, wait, wait my love
I haven’t got time in my life
To watch you drift away
But I’ve all kinds of time
All kinds of time if you’ll stay

I know we’re transcontinental 1:30 am
And there’s not even a wire just a whispering in air
I know we’re transcontinental 1:30 am
But I’m here, I’m here

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My little flock of boxes and I surrounded by a painted-white unknown.
Soon as this wall in my heart comes down, I'm gonna make it feel like home.

1br/1ba: A/C was fine 'til yesterday.
1br/1ba: 89 degrees today.

My upstairs neighbors are making sounds that I never want to hear.
I hope they're just moving furniture around, and really liking their ideas.

City fast asleep.
Clouds up on the hill.
So quiet, so still.

Dreams of rain in sheets,
Dreams of ice and wings.
So delicate, these things.

Love, love, love is a word so small.
Let it fill up, up, up 'til I can't see at all.
I want to be blind, only my hands to guide me.
Bring all of you inside me.

City fast asleep.
Lights hum in the gray,
Like her breathing will someday.

Strangest beauty cries,
One and one, by and by,
Now three of us here lie.

Love, love, love for one so small,
Come fill me up, up, up 'til I can't see at all.
I want to be blind, only my hands to guide me.
Gather all the world inside me."

Sunday:
Dark water draining north, the heat
Swells and bursts like plague.

Sunday:
Ever-so-faint slow tambourine
Glides onward toward the grave.

Who drew the line?
Who drew the line between you and me?
Who drew the line
That everyone sees?

Darling,
Lake Pontchartrain is haunted:
Bones without names, photographs framed in reeds.

Darling,
What blood our veins are holding.
The overpass frozen, fires ablaze at sea.

Who drew the line?
Who drew the line that cuts to the skin, buries me in?
Tell me who drew the line.
Darling, don't close your eyes.

(Lie as darkness hardens.
Lie of our reunion.
Oh lie if God is sleeping.
Oh I believe you now.)

Darling,
Lake Pontchartrain will cradle me,
And all you left behind.

Listen:
Ever-so-faint slow tambourine
Is marching back through time.

"It's so beautiful here," she says,
"This moment now and this moment, now."
And I never thought I would find her here:
Flannel and satin, my four walls transformed.
But she's looking at me, straight to center,
No room at all for any other thought.

And I know I don't want this, oh, I swear I don't want this.
There's a reason not to want this but I forgot.

In the terminal she sleeps on my shoulder,
Hair falling forward, mouth all askew.
Fluorescent announcements beat their wings overhead:
"Passengers missing, we're looking for you."
And she dreams through the noise, her weight against me,
Face pressed into the corduroy grooves.

Maybe it means nothing, maybe it means nothing,
Maybe it means nothing, but I'm afraid to move.

And the words: they're everything and nothing.
I want to search for her in the offhand remarks.
Who are you, taking coffee, no sugar?
Who are you, echoing street signs?
Who are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover,
Dark curtains drawn by the passage of time?

Oh, words, like rain, how sweet the sound.
"Well anyway," she says, "I'll see you around..."