Review: Caro Emerald – The Shocking Miss Emerald

Review: Caro Emerald – The Shocking Miss Emerald

Caro Emerald – The Shocking Miss Emerald is another beautiful electro swing album which has that vintage jazz sound and vibe. The Shocking Miss Emerald album was inspired by movies and music from the 1910s to the 1960s. The Shocking Miss Emerald is one of Caro Emerald’s best albums to date next to Deleted Scenes From The Cutting Room Floor. However this album has more classy sophisticated sound than Deleted Scenes From The Cutting Room Floor.

Caro reminisces and looks back on her days back when she was living that single life as an independent woman on her song Completely.

Caro recalls the days that she used to be single. She used to flirt, fool around, and mingle with other gentlemen. That is until a particular gentleman came along and suddenly everything changed completely for Caro. He changed her life. She is happy her life changed completely.

Caro can recall the days that she was single. This was when she was living that single life as an independent woman on her own. She used to flirt, fool around, and mingle with other gentlemen.
Then this particular gentleman came along and suddenly everything changed completely for Caro. Some ladies and girls fall. And others keep on playing around. Now she knows it’s wrong. He came along and Caro changed completely.

Caro tells this gentleman, “Darling, do you know? The sky performs a show each and every night before I sleep. When I look up at the stars in the galaxy near or far. I’m always with you, baby, wherever you are.”

She looks at him and surely sees a genius. It’s kinda crazy. He filled up her heart. She knows that she changed completely. However when Caro is alone by herself, she still feels protected by his love as his love is never misdirected. She is happy her life changed completely.

The Pack Up The Louie song is a celebration of the Louis Vuitton trunk and is dedicated to the luxury of high society steamship travel. Caro loves traveling by high society steamship cruise. She travels to various places around the world by steamship throughout the song.

Time just flies. The clock rings and it’s half past 11 AM. Can’t believe it. Soon Caro will be on a cruise into heaven. Hearing stories and 1,000 lies about the things that I’d never do. Experience that Caro doesn’t have. It’s kinda scary. Caro is the big Queen Mary. She gotta get it and gotta do it fast.

Caro’s gotta pack up the Louie Vuitton trunk and cannot leave a thing behind. She’s gotta pack it for every reason. Every season be another day. For every different change of mind. Caro loves her Louie Vuitton trunk when she goes away to travel.

She has to get to Pier 19 on the west side of Amsterdam, Netherlands. She wonders to herself if there is a porter somewhere who could assist her by carrying her Louie Vuitton trunk. She is incapable of physically carrying her Louie Vuitton trunk by herself due to the heavy weight of the trunk. So she asks, “Is there a porter somewhere for a lady in despair? Can you help little me get this fabulous trunk in the air?”

Caro’s first stop is going to be Buenos Aires, Argentina. She will listen to tango music all night long. 2 days and she is heading off to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. She is running from morning ’til dawn. Then she will slumber as Queen Señorita to Havana, Cuba. Then she will mosey her way down to the down the emerald way in Ireland. She’s not hesitating. The places Caro Emerald travels to are Buenos Aires, Argentina, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Havana, Cuba, and Ireland.

The Maestro is about a mysterious charming gentleman who no one seems to know the information on. The Maestro contains a short melody, performed by the brass section, which is based on the melody of “Don’t Be That Way” by Benny Goodman and his orchestra.

Presence and elegance are an unmistakable dominance behind those steely eyes of this mysterious charming gentleman. Anything you know is coincidence. No one seems to know anything about his age. Just his name. He’s always dressed for fame. He wears the slightest designs the ultimate can’t miss. The Kaiser is the maestro. He is the new ingénue. A gift he can’t buy from you. But if Caro had to pay she’d sure find a way to break the bank. Let a girl dream a bit to wear a garment so delicious and delightful. Caro would be out of her mind.

Ladies, his designs make the words fall out of a pantomime. Go from avant-garde to beyond sublime. History and mystery. He stops the hands of time. The magic’s in his mind because the Kaiser is the maestro.

My 2 Cents is about information Caro dishes about on a gentleman who is impossible to get with. She gives her two cents about this gentleman.

This gentleman. He’s like a whip hat doesn’t crack. You take a sip and you’re on your back. Those big blue eyes are hard to reach. This gentleman is so impossible. It makes you meek like a guitar that cries for days and seduces you in a thousand ways. You feel his strings. Now you’re uptight from the first night. It makes any girl and lady weaken at his sight because he’s not undercover. He walks past his lovers. Other people know there’s no defense. There is no evidence because he creates an illusion that leads to confusion and you give up your common sense. Well that’s Caro’s two cents about this gentleman.

He’s like a wall that’s made of steel. He is like a wall that is too cold to touch. There is not much to feel. His sullen smile he shares with few. The tricks of the trade he’s glad to lose. He disappears into thin air. He gives one last look and a frozen leer. Your heart is good as gone. Love’s the TV set that says there’s nothing on.

There’s no PI (private investigator) with a promise of a glint. All the cores and private investigators dissipate when there are no fingerprints. Don’t retrace your steps because he’s staring right at you. A one man casino. If you spin the wheel, you lose. Because he’s not undercover. He walks past his lovers. Other people know there’s no defense. There is no evidence because he creates an illusion that leads to confusion and you give up your common sense. Well that’s Caro’s two cents about this gentleman.

Caro proves love can’t conquer anything on Black Valentine.

Who needs a captain on a lover’s ship? Someone with no clue of the destination due. Ain’t that a trip? Who needs a diamond on a hand of stone? Someone with a hurt who couldn’t make it work. A trophy because you slipped.

Love can’t conquer anything if it’s lost without a trace. You might be tough. You might even be strong. But not when you’re in this place. Secret lovers get lost in the secrets they tell. They make lovers blind when they cover every inch of their lies. A smoke and some wine is the life of the Black Valentine.

Who needs a journey on a runaway train? Your ticket isn’t worth half of what it hurts when heart beats overwork. Who needs redemption from a guiltless crime? Someone carries dreams from scream to scream until they tear apart your mind. Love can’t conquer anything if it’s hurting in the deep. This is their lament for another night they’ve spend in self-conversation. It’s a will they can’t oppose in a letter left they’ve composed. To repeat the situation, they lie in a loop.

No Charge is about Caro’s trip to Chicago, Illinois, US.

It’s raining in Chicago and Caro knows she’s late to attend another dinner party. She gets into a taxi. It’s way past 8 PM. He turned around and looked at Caro with big blue eyes. Then he said, “Good evening.” Caro said, “My oh my.” Good thing he didn’t hear Caro underneath her breath. The words came out so quickly they could have used a net. He drove Caro in his Packard and picked up the speed. Caro is smiling like she is falling at the foot of his feet.

Caro arrives at her destination where the dinner party is being hosted. He said, “Here we are.” He put his hand and waved o simply say, “No charge.” She wonders this about the man who is a taxi driver. “Tell me. What does that mean? No charge. In an era where the coin is lean. Are you loaded? Are you some kinda dream? Whadaya mean no charge? ”

Caro is at another dinner party and the crowd’s a bore. She has been there 20 minutes. But there was no escaping as she is pre-occupied. Her is chariot awaiting. Valentino inside. The rain was falling as she walked outside. Then in 20 seconds she heard someone ask her, “Need a ride?”

Excuse My French is about a gentleman who appeals Caro’s tastes in gentlemen. So Caro shows her sophisticated side to him.

Caro doesn’t know what this gentleman must be on as he walked in like the Aga Khan. Did he fly in on a jet? Win a million dollar bet? Caro gets her good shoes on as she wants to follow in the same old dance steps where he waltzes around like he is the best where his garden blooms in May. But it’s snowing every day because he has everything he wants.

Caro talks to this gentleman by saying, “I don’t know what you must be on. You walked in like the Aga Khan. Did you fly in on a jet? Win a million dollar bet? So let me get my good shoes on. I wanna follow in the same old steps where you waltz around like you’re the best where your garden blooms in May. But it’s snowing every day. ‘Cause you have everything you want.”

He must be the Houdini in her life. But he can’t see Caro could never be his wife because she still a lady and not some random wench off the streets who is engaged in prostitution. Caro is not some wench that falls for his lines. She is not on the fence. His routine is fading. Caro knows her words won’t fail her. Please excuse her French Pardonnez-moi.

Caro tells him, “You must be the Houdini in my life. But you can’t see I could never be your wife ‘cause I’m still a lady. No, I’m not some wench that falls for your lines. I’m not on the fence. Your routine is fading. Boy, I could use a wrench. I know my words won’t fail me. Please excuse my French. Pardonnez-moi.”

Today he must think he is Errol Flynn. Sharing stories where he thinks he has been.His style must be cramped without a passport stamp. Can’t he see the twister that he is in? Why drown inside a sea of words?

Caro tells him, “ Today you think you’re Errol Flynn.Sharing stories where you think you’ve been.
Your style must be cramped without a passport stamp. Can’t you see the twister that you’re in? Why drown inside a sea of words? You’re going under. Now you won’t get heard. So just give it a rest. This time your more is less. You’re going solo in this dream.”

Paris explains Caro’s time as a fashion model in Paris, France.

Caro lives deep in symmetry and in her anonymity. She adores her difficult life. She’ll take hours to perfect in this room of disconnect. All she needs are mannequins and herself. Fabrics draped from arm to arm. Rescuing her heart from harm. All that she conceives speaks of finesse. These are radically her fashion dreams. Costuming and models scream. Fame is nothing more than force duress. Let the public comment of Caro’s cold behavior. Beauty has a price that’s paid by greed.

Caro will stand alone where she is. She doesn’t need the money as she doesn’t want for much. She’d rather you not love her before you want too much.

To my She will devote herself to her cause and for all her passion to create and fill this emptiness. Note for note. Bodies are not meant to be so bound. She is the dancer of the dance. Let the socialites advance. Let them love her when she is not around when they speak their words of her demeanor. Fading as she lives in isolation. Information about Caro spreads. For them let it be an education. Those who cherish Caro will not let them forget.

I rate this album 5/5*****!!

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