This remix of “Candy’s Caravan”, which was first released as a single in 2010, is a unique blend of nu-jazz, electronica and pop. It is almost like a short Burlesque piece staged by David Lynch. The song has got a strong narrative and vivid imagery. Electric percussion and electric piano set a reflective mood for what feels like a mini-play about the life of a prostitute. The tempo is slow, but the electric bass provides a very rhythmic pattern that nicely compliments the smooth vocal that moves from narrator to the main character. Additional colours are provided by the electric guitar and synthesizers. This piece reflects Frances’ theatre background, her joy of juggling words and phrases and her experience in the field of experimentation and electronica.
Her name is not a sentiment
it’s a number and a brand
her tools are patent leather
and a swiftly moving hand
Footprints wrapped in nylons
heart-stub in an old tin can
carpets plush, red mirrored walls
Welcome to Candy’s caravan!
Heart stub left in an old tin can
heart stub left in an old tin can
A tissue box in solitude
on a nightstand without books
her trade is a sweet promise
her capital, some looks
There she leans in the door frame
checks a nail, adjusts her tits
on vodka breath she’s chanting
chanting her sales pitch:
Checks a nail, adjusts her tits
she’s chanting her sales pitch
and she’ll say:
Welcome to my magic lounge
Candy’s castle of desire
nothing you have elsewhere found
I will burn for you like fire
Pictures of passion I will paint for you
in red, pink and orange, purple and blue
you'll be my canvas and like paint I will drip
I’m top to bottom – velvety lips
Oh welcome, oh welcome!
Mornings spent with the curtains drawn
raw skin, clean scrubbed – all alone
the cat has claimed it’s sweet return
and pen and paper, mobile phone
And she’ll say:
Welcome to my magic lounge
Candy’s castle of desire
nothing you have elsewhere found
I will burn for you like fire
It's gonna be secret but it's gonna be loud
what d’you think sinner,
that this was allowed?
D’you like my stilettos,
wanna see my tattoo?
Let me unbutton that jacket for you!
Oh welcome, Welcome! Welcome! Welcome! She’s breaking, breaking...
Soon enough the night returns
come on in, she’s got her tricks –
happy pills to turn you on
bottle blonde and air-mattress lips
She lights another cigarette
this is no jazzy Cabaret
the long ash slowly dropping
and breaking with the day
she’s breaking with the day
and she’ll say:
Welcome to my magic lounge
Candy’s castle of desire
nothing you have elsewhere found
I will burn for you like fire
Pictures of passion I will paint for you
in red, pink and orange, purple and blue
you'll be my canvas and like paint I will drip
I’m top to bottom – velvety lips
Oh welcome! Welcome!
Welcome, welcome, welcome
The long ash’s slowly dropping, the bloody tap’s drip-, dripping
she’s breaking, she’s breaking
drip, dripping, she’s breaking
credits
from The World I Am Livings In,
released March 1, 2013
Frances Livings ~ vocals, electric piano & synthesizers
Greg Porée ~ electric guitar & synthesizers
Keith Jones ~ electric bass
Volker Schwanke ~ drum loop
The London-born artist Frances Livings can be heard on a variety of recordings. Besides music, she has worked as a designer,
has earned a PhD in art history and is the founder of the music production company Moontraxx.
Drawing from these different life experiences has made her ability to both craft and tell a story very unique....more
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