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​Caravan

This song is by Protest The Hero and appears on the album Pacific Myth (2016).

Allow me a moment to explain
While you were sleeping the ocean wasn't drained
But transformed
Transformed
It yawned and groaned as it rose from its bed
It stretched, diluted, and extended its head
And took corporeal form

At least, in part, at first
But when it encountered the Earth
It took a deep draw in, extended its arms, and leapt into the sky

Took wing over mountain and it rode on the wind
It traveled the cities, but as the sun dimmed
It grew fat as it cursed at the Earth
It grew fat and it cursed at the Earth

In a thunderous rage
And display of bright lights
It spat and began to give birth
The bloom is off the rose, at least for me, for me
The bloom is off the rose, at least for me
Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan moves on
Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan just keeps on rolling on

When you finally awoke, a new ocean had formed
Through the clamorous night, the magnificent storm
It fell from the sky to reform and perform
Its endless endeavor in its worn uniform

The Sun, the Moon, the Earth, the shore
Tired metaphors played out before your eyes
Sedation, satisfaction
To be satisfied and entertained
Without any source of intellectual gain
Seems to be what's in fashion there

Interpret the meaning
To mean anything that you want it to be
I've heard those same words fall from my own lips
It falls flat and I question its value
It falls flat and I question its worth

In a thunderous rage
And display of bright lights
It spat and began to give birth
The bloom is off the rose, at least for me, for me
The bloom is off the rose, at least for me
Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan moves on
Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan just keeps on rolling on

(Better to light a candle
Than curse at the darkness
Better to light a candle)

(Better to light a candle
Than curse at the darkness
Better to light a candle)

This is the confluence of narrative and naivety
Swallowing a stream of lies and empty poetry

You don't have to be the one to tell me
You don't have to be the one to let me down
You don't have to be the one to tell me
You don't have to be the one to let me down

You don't have to be the one to tell me
You don't have to be the one to let me down
You don't have to be the one to tell me
You don't have to be the one to let me down

A catchy way of saying nothing
But a narrative seems to allude to something more
With a purpose and a real direction
But they're just words punched in a template, same mistakes we made before

I, for one, am fucking tired
Of conceptions that bring nothing new from the womb
If every story's the same
Then the rose has truly lost its bloom

Can you sing it back to me?

I can't relate to this, I can't relate
Maybe it's your preference, but I can't relate
I can't relate to this, I can't relate
Maybe it's your preference, but I can't relate

(Where is the problem? We're entertained)
(Where is the problem? We're entertained)
My problem's the consistency with every concept made
Don't just tell me a story
What does it convey?

(Where is the problem? We're entertained)
(Where is the problem? We're entertained)
I want to feel something more than just betrayed
You are the problem
I am the problem
Are you satisfied, satisfied?
No, don't be satisfied, satisfied