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Caravan of Secrets

Post by good4somethingbum » Fri Apr 14, 2017 2:33 pm

Caravan of Secrets ©2017 Robert George BMI

There’s a meadow twelve miles out of Corpus Cristi
And that night the air was ominous and misty
They rolled down a dirt road on a coach and horses
And the stallions’ nostrils steamed with hidden forces

They were followed by a caravan of wagons
Painted on their sides were fiery lakes and dragons
They’re a nomad family of old world gypsies
Now roaming back roads from Seattle to Poughkeepsie

It’s a caravan of secrets
Riding in the night
It’s a wagon train of shadows
Hiding in the light

Her name was Janna and she scented of desire
And she went to local taverns passing out free fliers
Mobs of men came out that night to watch her tango
Shady strangers, Texas rangers, High School teachers, Baptist preachers
And a dealer from Durango

Gypsy elders hawked their powders, pills and potions
While the men folk gawked at Jezebel in motion
The next day hunters found young Janna dead and savaged
And the wagons had been overturned and ravaged

It’s a caravan of secrets
Riding in the night
It’s a wagon train of shadows
Hiding in the light

Well, the elders answered all the sheriff’s questions
All while nodding and ignoring his suggestions
They laid Janna low and whispered ancient verses
Reading psalms and proverbs that resembled curses

First they bought supplies and then repaired their wagons
And when they departed moonlight seemed to feed the dragons
That night something bound and gagged a basement blogger
Locked him in a closet with a rodent fogger

It’s a caravan of secrets
Riding in the night
It’s a wagon train of shadows
Hiding in the light

Ev’rybody thought that preacher was an ass wipe
No one cried when he was blown up by a faulty gas pipe
When they found that teacher’s tongue beside his iPad
They just figgered he had ratted on a Chinese Triad

Then that dealer made a run to Colorado
Had ten pounds of Blue Dream in his El Dorado
He was doin’ eighty-two when something blew his tire
And the town of Spunky Flat got toasted from the fire

Well, the sheriff questioned bikers
From a sleazy local joint
Though he rounded up hitch-hikers
They were not the focal point
It was doubtful it was grifters
Cos the homicides were hideous
Then two superstitious drifters
Said it’s something more insidious

Well, the sheriff drank some potion then he popped some tic-tacs
And he thought about retiring on his pension and his kick backs
Then he mulled the murders as he drove along the ocean
And a stallion rode the starlight as he sipped his potion

Well, that lawman couldn’t keep his squad car steady
When he saw the undead lady rider with the long machete
Then a treasure hunter off the coast of Key West
Found the sheriff’s head inside a sunken sea chest

It’s a caravan of secrets
Riding in the night
It’s a wagon train of shadows
Hiding in the light

[/b]Ev’ry kingdom has its version
Of a legend from a prehistoric age
Old monks say a deaf mute Persian
First scribed it on a vellum page
And that wagons hauled by steaming horses
Were once hitched up to a saber-tooth
And that tiger was a herald for angelic forces
Who would smite the seed of Cain with truth

It’s a caravan of secrets
Riding in the night
It’s a wagon train of shadows
Hiding in the light

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