Caravan
Heavy metal bass, style of Geezer Butler, The tone is a thick, mid-heavy P-bass sound, The playing technique is highly aggressive and melodic, using a heavy finger style attack near the neck, frequent string bending, and occasionally following the guitar riff before breaking off into its own counter-melody. A symphonic progressive/thrash/power metal, opening with razor-sharp guitar chugs, pounding P-bass, and ferocious drums before launching into harmonized steel/12-string riffs with blues/world accents, Verses fuse thrash rhythm, lush orchestral stabs, synth layers, and choir, A virtuoso flamenco-acoustic bridge leads to a symphonic blast-beat section: frantic Middle Eastern-mode piano, disco-driven pulse, vintage synth arpeggios, French horns, woodwinds, analog textures, double bass, tribal percussion, dramatic sax, and cinematic turns push the energy to a ferocious, cinematic metal finale
Caravan
Heavy metal bass, style of Geezer Butler, The tone is a thick, mid-heavy P-bass sound, The playing technique is highly aggressive and melodic, using a heavy finger style attack near the neck, frequent string bending, and occasionally following the guitar riff before breaking off into its own counter-melody. A symphonic progressive/thrash/power metal, opening with razor-sharp guitar chugs, pounding P-bass, and ferocious drums before launching into harmonized steel/12-string riffs with blues/world accents, Verses fuse thrash rhythm, lush orchestral stabs, synth layers, and choir, A virtuoso flamenco-acoustic bridge leads to a symphonic blast-beat section: frantic Middle Eastern-mode piano, disco-driven pulse, vintage synth arpeggios, French horns, woodwinds, analog textures, double bass, tribal percussion, dramatic sax, and cinematic turns push the energy to a ferocious, cinematic metal finale
Lyrics
Verse 1
The sun, our father, wakes us with his heat
To warm our weary bones and dusty little feet
We pack our bags with memories we're allowed
A happy little, hopeful little, wandering cloud
A wandering, hopeful cloud.
The road it is our mother, so winding and so long
She teaches us the rhythm of this walking song
We follow one another in a neat and pretty line
And tell ourselves that everything is going to be just fine
Oh, everything will be so fine.
Chorus
Oh, we're marching, marching to the Golden Shore
Where hungry mouths won't hunger anymore
Where we will be the harvest, gathered in with love
And find our final purpose in the land of peace thereof
In the land of peace thereof.
Verse 2
The journey is a blessing that thins our little flock
It takes the tired travelers from beside us on the rock
They lay their heads to rest now, a pillow made of stone
So the rest of us can journey on, we journey on alone
We have to journey on alone.
Chorus
Oh, we're marching, marching to the Golden Shore
Where thirsty mouths won't thirst now anymore
Where we will be the harvest, gathered in with love
And find our final purpose in the land of peace thereof
In the land of peace thereof.
Bridge
The road goes on forever... the sun is always high...
I wonder if the Golden Shore was just a pretty lie?
I wonder if this walking is the only thing we'll know?
With nowhere left to turn around... and nowhere left to go?
Nowhere left to go...
Outro
Ooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh...
Ooooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...
We're marching, marching...
Marching... in the dust...
Mmm-hmm-hmm...