Gypsy woman, you just totally killed Van Morrison’s Irish labido with all that racket.
What I’m referring to is a track off of Van the Man’s 1970 masterpiece “Moondance”. “Caravan” tells the story of of a man (presumably Morrison) who is waiting for band of gypsies to come to town. I guess all of the fair Irish lasses just didn’t cut it for our dear narrator. That, or maybe it just takes a few multi-colored scarves and a death curse to rev his engine. Anyway, we soon discover that there is a vixen by the name of “Emma Rose” among these tent-dwellers, and this is where the song starts to get steamy.
Just for the record, this is what Van Morrison looks like:
Van requests that Emma Rose “ turn up the radio” and “turn on her electric light”. Apparently, he wants to do this so he can “hold her tight” and “ get down to what is really wrong”. Now, one could take that in a non-sexual way, but would that be funny?
The answer, is no, it is not.
Let us continue.
So Irish Van is sitting in this gypsy tent with a sexy lady, waiting to “feel her” so he can “ reveal her”. His only request is that she turns up the radio. In fact, he is so concerned with this that he asks her to do it TEN TIMES during the song. This, however, is not what I find odd about this song. What I find odd is that at the very end of the song, after he’s been asking her to turn up the radio again, and again and again, he suddenly tells her “That’s enough.”
It’s something that has confused me for quite some time. The song builds as Van keeps requesting a higher volume, when suddenly he just decides “okay, stop it.” The tone in his voice changes. There is a transition from elation to almost annoyance.
Really, Van? With one line, he deflates the entire build up. It’d be like if Marvin Gaye decided at the peak of “ Let’s Get It On” that he actually just wanted to be friends.
I don’t know what you were thinking, Mr. Morrison, but I can assure you that things aren’t gonna work out with this Emma Rose character. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if she just packed up and left like some sort of gyp-
…Oh. Well, I guess you were asking for it.