Thursday, July 10, 2008

• What, Faithful Phantom

  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
  Blue Caravan||Vienna Teng
  

  
  What, my faithful phantom
  Will you leave me, too?
  And mark upon my sheets
  The bitter slash of fate?
  I do not hate
  But seek to still the shock
  from seeing shards of shattering glass
  As glittering dust lies, ash to ash
  And visions turn blank.
  No more enchantments' frightful glare
  As powdered webs have been laid bare
  And Phantom vaporizes.
  The dogged, dark-eyed shadow
  Disappears.
  Though a light may shine brighter
  I am left
  To take the remnants of this flame
  And set
  my ship
  on
  fire.
  
  

  "...Who am I that I am here alone?
  And the silence beats against my heart like rain
  The emptiness of faithlessness in me and You, both
  How often I forget You, too, feel pain
    So let all of them play their own game of cards
    I alone will walk and try to Find You
    And when I've found that tears have dried to blood
    I'll begin to hear You tell me, I love you..."

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