01	Waterloo Lily						06:50
	02	Nothing At All						10:26
	03	Songs And Signs						03:42
	04	Aristocracy						03:07
	05	The Love In Your Eye						12:34
	06	The World Is Yours						03:40

Pye Hastings - lead vocals (3, 4, 5), electric and acoustic guitars;
Richard Coughlan - drums, percussion;
Steve Miller - piano, electric piano, electric harpsichord, oran;
Richard Sinclair - lead vocals (1), bass guitar;



Caravan - "Waterloo Lily" (1972) Keyboardist Dave Sinclair had left the band and was replaced by Steve Miller, a guy who obviously preferred el-piano instead of organ. The music on this album turned into a much more jazz-influenced direction, and to be honest, I don't think a thin and farty el-piano (I've never been a big fan of that instrument) is a substitute for the powerful organ. However, the album is ok but much weaker than the two previous albums. A lot of the classic Caravan sound was gone too. But the album includes the 12-minute suite "The Love In Your Eye". It's even some orchestration here, giving the track a symphonic feel. But the jams are definitively not the same without the organ. "Nothing At All" is a jazzy jam dominated by saxes and a catchy bass-line. The title-track and "Aristocracy" is a little bit more typical Caravan with a poppy edge. Not a bad album but I wouldn't call it essential either.




PYE'S JUNE THING
Words and Music
by Pye Hastings

Take a sip from my magic cup
And then time pass you by
You might as well be with me
Cause there's luck in your eye
"Shall I not be your friend"
I heard her say so peacefully
And then smile away the time
And tings to me

What with the mood I'm in
I don't know, I dunno
I never was a strength of mind
And there's side, yes I know
"Come on in, come on" she said
I've got to go, and I go fast
There's a time to be hend by all
But it won't last

Come with me, tell no lie
Or you won't see another day
You'll be the kind of yesteryear
And that's the way you will stay
"Give me fire", I cried out loud
"Give it to me all the time"
What I need no asking twice
Is to words I couldn't find

I could hardly believe my eyes
When I saw her standing here
She had flowered herself in green
And had diamonds in her hair
Was it real or was it just a dream
That was to fade away from me?
And I saw new ----- I don't need


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FERDINAND
Words and Music
by Pye Hastings

My friend Ferdinand will, if he can
Cross that bridge to a little girl's skirt
Hands on which he's a terrible flirt
Says it's good, tells me that I should
Copy him as much as I can
Ride into a dock with only one hand
"I know you gotta be kiddin' me
No man could ever do that and get away"

My, my, my, my, Ferdinand
Oh, you're telling lies again, Ferdinand

Copin' lay one day
Said to me 'Boy, hey!
Did you hear what is coming from there?'
She was pointing at Ferdinand's hand
In walks Ferdinand's room
Made she cries and beating her chest
I know I got what it takes, but boy!
You really got the rest
"Oh, no, you gotta be kiddin' me!
No more, it's just what I need to fade away"

My, my, my, my, Ferdinand
Oh, you're still a one-man hand, Ferdinand


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LOOKING LEFT, LOOKING RIGHT
Words and Music
by Pye Hastings

If you don't know, back in the limes
Gotta get used to your feelings
No, no, you can't knock all the time
Don't know then how you feel
Well I wanna see walk a wonder
Such talk will make for you only sorrow
You bet, I love you so
But I want on my way
And I can't stay till tomorrow

Gotta look on the left, look on the right
Gotta believe that there's something
I don't know much, but I love you still
That I do

In through the back, out through the head
Take all the time that you find there
Sit right down on a belliful packet for two

Break down the line, shake off the head
Put down a sunny time feeling
Ask how and decided you're dead
Welcome back ------- real
Thank God you offer time for coming
After all no one knows till tomorrow
Turn off your magic -------
Go on for fun, pick up a gun till tomorrow