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I can dance, I can act, I can sing, I am a clown. Watch me dance and fall down, Laugh at me, Laugh with me, I don't care for I am a clown. Want to hear a joke? Knock, knock and what do you get...? An open door, a busy tent, The ringmaster cracks his whip and on I run with the animals, In time to the beat I tap my feet, I am a clown. I can cry, I can feel, I can laugh, I am a clown. Watch me sweep the spotlight, Applaud when I'm done, Applaud but not in awe, I am a clown. Am I the only person who doesn't get the gag? Am I the only puppet person? Pull my strings and I'll do what you want me to, I am a clown, But I don't feel the laughter that you do, It's hard to laugh - so on with the make-up - a front. Oh, to climb the ladder and do the trapeze, Or walk the high wire, But no! I am a clown, Respect? "Sorry you're a clown." I gave up, I gave in, Gave my all, But I am a clown. Don't bother to watch the tears, Disregard the sad clown, Disregard the talent of farce, "You're a clown, you don't feel." The darkroom is where I belong, On a photo to bring joy, to make people laugh, I make you laugh - I can command you, But I know that when you go home, Your lips won't mention me except to condescend, It's an art! I trained at RADA you know. So home I go, Alone, To a place where I can cry, Into the arms of my wife, See my children run to me, The ones who know me, That's what it's all been for, Now I truly am a smiling clown, It's not so bad as a clown at home.
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Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 2:49 PM UTC
A Clown
I can dance, I can act, I can sing, I am a clown. Watch me dance and fall down, Laugh at me, Laugh with me, I don't care for I am a clown. Want to hear a joke? Knock, knock and what do you get...? An open door, a busy tent, The ringmaster cracks his whip and on I run with the animals, In time to the beat I tap my feet, I am a clown. I can cry, I can feel, I can laugh, I am a clown. Watch me sweep the spotlight, Applaud when I'm done, Applaud but not in awe, I am a clown. Am I the only person who doesn't get the gag? Am I the only puppet person? Pull my strings and I'll do what you want me to, I am a clown, But I don't feel the laughter that you do, It's hard to laugh - so on with the make-up - a front. Oh, to climb the ladder and do the trapeze, Or walk the high wire, But no! I am a clown, Respect? "Sorry you're a clown." I gave up, I gave in, Gave my all, But I am a clown. Don't bother to watch the tears, Disregard the sad clown, Disregard the talent of farce, "You're a clown, you don't feel." The darkroom is where I belong, On a photo to bring joy, to make people laugh, I make you laugh - I can command you, But I know that when you go home, Your lips won't mention me except to condescend, It's an art! I trained at RADA you know. So home I go, Alone, To a place where I can cry, Into the arms of my wife, See my children run to me, The ones who know me, That's what it's all been for, Now I truly am a smiling clown, It's not so bad as a clown at home.
Written in 2005
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simon-clark
English
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 2:49 PM UTC
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