Jordan Miché - Caravan [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Beneath this mask
Lies a mask
Beneath these green eyes
Lies a universe

Unparalleled in any form

In this den of opium and lions
Hides a shiny key
If only I can find it
Inscribed with all the things

I need to know

Illuminate the pale face of death
I got ahold of God’s surveillance tapes
Outcast for eternity

I lost my soul
A long time ago
But it returned to me
And tripped me in the alley
Because I wasn’t looking back

A sad fact
Which I regret to admit
But I know you winners never quit

You just hit
Warp drive in the cockpit
Stop it

I’m sick and tired of being judged daily
Walking the block at 3 a.m
Afraid I’m going crazy

Universe sideways
Crawling on the wall
Everything is backwards
We ask the questions
Answers

As we stumble on the rafters
And mumble
My back hurts

World on sore shoulder blades
My calves hurt

Red eyes full of shampoo
Skewered on this harpoon
Collapsing on this sand dune
A broken man
Abandoned
Dragging this camel
Through the desert sand
Caravan

Searching for answers to life
Puzzled
Chewing on the muzzle

Space age crusader
No light saber
Batteries dead

Out to battle
With a homeless man’s
Frustrations

Dragging this camel
Through the desert sand
Caravan

Searching for answers to life
Puzzled
Chewing on the muzzle

Space age crusader
No light saber
Batteries dead

Out to battle
With a homeless man’s
Frustrations

You’d better believe it
When I say I’m at war with myself
You see these shadows
Under my eyes?

That means
I’m losing it

In fact

I lost
A long time ago

A never ending story
Where the hero
Becomes the villain
Out of control

Handcuffed to the steering wheel
Glaring at the fuzzy dice
95 miles per hour
Wrong way
On this one way
Runway

Black Sunday
Sex
Drugs
And gunplay
High
Un-day

His wife and son
Love him?
What a lucky life

All taken away
Taking the place
An empty tank

One lucky strike

Two Percocet
To circumvent the pain
But they ain’t working yet

If I had a million dollars
Would you be my friend?
Until then
I’m a freakshow
Pitching up a circus tent

A lobster boy
With wet dreams
Of becoming Aquaman
Staring at this ocean of lies
In quicksand
As he tries to fly
Where he can barely walk

Digging with the kick stand
Should have used rocks
Life slipping through his big hands

Swimming in his sand castle
Pissing in tin cans
He struggles to quench his thirst
Squeezing sweat from the wristband

And the last clam
That he had
Went to that patch
On his wind pants

Praying for an anchor
When the devil’s saying
“Slim chance.”

Dragging this camel
Through the desert sand
Caravan

Searching for answers to life
Puzzled
Chewing on the muzzle

Space age crusader
No light saber
Batteries dead
Out to battle
With a homeless man’s
Frustrations

Peter Parker
Falling off of the Sears tower
In his final hour
Something robbed his powers

It wasn’t God or aliens
It’s what we call fate
A.k.a missing the school bus
As it burns up
Watching your bullies bake

Caravan