they sink into siesta.






expectations can lead to letdown, but i hope this show is great.

Oct 30, 2004 Newport Music Hall

Camper Van Beethoven - All Her Favorite Fruit

I drive alone, home from work
And I always think of her
Late at night I call her
But I never say a word
And I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder
And I can almost smell her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay
She serves him mashed potatoes
And she serves him peppered steak, with corn
Pulls her dress up over her head
Lets it fall to the floor
And does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit
And all the most exotic places they are cultivated
And I’d like to take her there, rather than this train
And if I weren’t a civil servant, I’d have a place in the colonies
We’d play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at four
Within intervention’s distance of the embassy
The midday air grows thicker with the heat
And drifts towards the line of trees
When negroes blink their eyes, they sink into siesta
And we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof
We dream our dreams and sing our songs of the fecundity
Of life and love
Of life and love
Of life and love

my favorite cvb song

"and i'd like to take her there rather than this train"---the lyrics to that song make me melt...

this show has been many years in the making for me. you'll see my review on . i can't even begin to put into words how much camper van has left their mark on me. this. is. big.