| Song | Caravan |
| Artist | John Cale |
| Album | Hobosapiens |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I'm slipping away from planet earth | |
| Hand in my pocket full of dirt | |
| Shaking all over | |
| Shaking all over with the funny stuff | |
| Climbing the fens in the Norfolk Broad | |
| Waiting for Godot and Niagara Falls | |
| Mustn't be late for the caravan | |
| Mustn't be early for the garbage man | |
| I give you a host of reasons to go | |
| You come back marked address unknown | |
| Sandwiched between a question of honour | |
| In the quiet mark of a medicine man | |
| You're sitting alone at the traffic light | |
| The pain is real you're ghostly white |