THE CAUTION HORSES

Ray and Lauren got together in June 2007 and began playing the open mics in and around South Hertfordshire as ‘The Caution Horses’.

A predominantly acoustic duo, they have developed their sound using two voices and two guitars to create a harmonious noise. Occasionally the inclusion of drums and electric guitars in the live performances give their sound a subtle twist.
Appearances at the open mic nights led to offers of full gigs throughout the following two and a half years. Playing the pub circuit, they have built up a large repertoire of cover songs as well as original tunes; writing and recording their self-produced debut album (Strange & Beautiful World) at the end of 2008. Songs from this album have been played on Radio Verulam and Radio Watford and there are studio interviews coming up soon.  

In 2010 they intend to concentrate more on their original music, with songs already written (and some recorded) for the new album, ‘Cautionary Tales’. Feeling creative and energised, The Caution Horses have a lot to look forward to this year.

Watch this space…with Caution!

“They make a pretty noise with their lovebird harmonies and their devil-may-care-cos-we-don't-give-a-shit approach to performance and pension planning. They delighted us with their own new material…their guitars, their voices and their animal urges coming through loud and unexpurgated through the PA system.”
– (Phil Leiwy, The Amber Rooms)

CHERRY PICKER

Grandpa sitting in his rocking chair,

You won’t come down ‘til you’ve fixed your hair,

Mama’s in the kitchen making lemonade,

Daddy’s cutting corn or he won’t get paid.

The table’s set while your sister sings,

Little ones hanging on the tyre-swing,

You finally appear when we’re all sat down,

You look so pretty I hit the ground.

Lift me up, won’t you be my cherry picker,

Cool clear water in the midday sun,

Follow me down to Butterfly Creek,

And we can go fishing while the children run.

Lift me up, won’t you be my cherry picker,

Farmer’s daughter gonna have some fun,

Follow me down to Butterfly Creek,

And we can get kissing with the children gone.

Taking a walk through the old pine wood,

Dying to kiss you ‘cause you look so good,

Picking my words out carefully,

I get ‘em all wrong and you laugh at me.

I'm hoping one day that you’ll be my bride,

Right now I'm happy with you by my side,

I'm still waiting for that first kiss,

Hold on tight ‘cause here it is.

Lift me up, won’t you be my cherry picker…

Never stop searching for wonderland,

Never stop searching for wonderland

HUMMINGBIRD

A cupboard full of hummingbirds,

I find it hard to hear the words,

I feel like I have fallen off the moon.

The hummingbird, it beats its wings,

And in my dreams it’s hovering,

It’s sure to make its destination soon.

Round and round the cartwheel goes,

The tainted teardrop river flows,

Your soldiers stand up perfectly in rows,

Now’s the time.

The tide comes in to claim its ground,

A lonely man stands on a mound,

When you’re not lost,

You’re waiting to be found.

One heart, one dream,

One smile, one scream,

My fragile hummingbird.

Two lives, one soul,

Two halves, one whole,

My hummingbird.

I find my way by candlelight,

To make sure that the dark won’t bite,

My sunshine hummingbird returns again.

The shiny moon flies through the sky,

To kiss my mouth and make me high,

I’m sure that it feels lonely now and then.

All the highs and all the lows,

I swear that Mother Nature knows,

I watch the weeping willow as it grows,

Now’s the time.

Jars of love stood on a shelf,

I stop to see the daydreams melt,

And wonder why my ace is never dealt.

One heart, one dream,

One smile, one scream,

My fragile hummingbird.

Two lives, one soul,

Two halves, one whole,

My hummingbird.

MY THANKS TO DR.FRANKENSTEIN

I can hardly believe it,

The way things are.

And I can barely conceive,

That we ever made it this far.

And I wouldn’t like to imagine,

A life without you.

But I can’t quite explain,

My fascination over you.

My thanks to Dr.Frankenstein,

(Dr.Frankenstein).

He stitched me up and then gave me life,

(Gave me, gave me life).

Electrified me from above,

(Been struck by lightning).

Then made me someone else to love,

(It’s not so frightening any more).

Well I don’t look so appealing,

But then neither do you.

How do we stop from screaming,

When we kiss by the light of the moon.

Darling, we’re no monsters,

At least not inside.

Honey we’ve got a lot to conquer,

Just to keep our love alive.

My Thanks to Dr.Frankenstein……

Well we don’t mind publicity,

Or the Doctors eccentricity.

All that really matters is in our hearts.

Just hope that we don’t fall apart.

I still can hardly believe it,

It’s so untrue.

If it’s in the air then I’ll breathe it,

Until our lives are through.

My thanks to Dr.Frankenstein,

(Dr.Frankenstein).

He stitched me up and then gave me life,

(Gave me, gave me life).

Electrified me from above,

(Been struck by lightning).

Then made me someone else to love,

(It’s not so frightening anymore).

ISABELLA REGRETS

Isabella regrets, every day

That she doesn’t go back home.

Well there’s nothing left to make her stay

And she feels so alone now.

Well I don’t think that she has to

Think too hard about it anymore.

She longs to catch the scent of lavender

And roses around the door…

She’s sailing back to Paris in the fall.

Isabella forgets sometimes

That she doesn’t belong here.

To everyone else she seems just

But it’s all going wrong here.

Is it any wonder that she’s

Always in a world of her own.

She loves the sunshine but she’s

Sure it’s not the same one that she’s known…

She’s heading back to Paris in the fall.

Take a trip along the Seine.

Dancing barefoot in the pouring rain.

She’ll embrace the artist’s life.

Reaching for the moon at night.

Catching up with her old friends.

A broken heart that quickly mends.

Gentle kisses taste like wine.

Making up for her lost time.

Isabella regrets, every night

She stares at the ceiling.

Cries until the morning light,

Think I know how she’s feeling.

Well I don’t think that she has to

Think too hard about it anymore.

She longs to catch the scent of lavender

And roses around the door…

She’s sailing back to Paris.

She’s moving back to Paris.

She’s heading right back to Paris in the fall.