So Tired in this world, Full of fire, Ready to burn down. The flames die out, But that was just the first round. The evil, The darkness, The bloodhounds. They howl in the night, Such horrible sounds. They ignite fear in the heart of children, The devious clowns. They'll set fire to your home, And burn the whole town. But at the end of it all, I'll say "Who's Laughing Now?"
Seven thousand mile away I studied Shakespeare by candlelight due to long and constant power cut yet I still made A1 grade in English Literature
My friends grew up in Shakespeare country they have electricity twenty-four sevenRed all they can write is diss poetry and act as useful idiots for thieves and loonies they tell me I am suffering and cancelled I say “You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue, you bull’s-pizzle, you stock-fish O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!”
“Your brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after voyage.”
“Villain, I have done thy mother”
“Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell”
So we know why anarchists are dripping with envy and jealousy about the man who read Shakespeare by candlelight and yet bettered them all so I say again
“You scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian! I’ll tickle your catastrophe!”
Festival time - A favorite time of year When Mothers and Fathers sing the their children as gifts Dance in the love of Old Grandpa Wally Even when he can't find his socks, or sits on the dog Aunt Dorcas bought the tickets to the Fantasy Festival So all the good little Girls and Boyos can play!
Open your arms To the Fountain of Clowns Open your family To the Fountain of Clowns Open your Daddy To the Fountain of Clowns Open your Mommy To the Fountain of Clowns
Will you go with me to ride the Spring Mares? Or see the sights at the Showy-Magic Tent? Maybe learn what the Pizzazz Wizard sees for our Tomorrows? Maybe a kiss at the Promisatorium All of your Sister's dreams can die and be born again If your tired, rest your head on Brother's lap and take a drink
Open your eyes To the Fountain of Clowns Open your heart To the Fountain of Clowns Open your insides To the Fountain of Clowns Open your mouth To the Fountain of Clowns
Laughing and Crying are the flavors of love The scars on your heart will open its flowers Look deep in the eyes of the children who surround you Ask them for love with your arms and your tears The sun in the sky was meant for your Heart Maybe the Queen of Summer will never end
Open your past To the Fountain of Clowns Open your future To the Fountain of Clowns Open your body To the Fountain of Clowns Open your heart To the Fountain of Clowns
Take a walk with me to the festival grounds - Let us see what magic we can make!
I am a clown playing and laughing as you always see, Why? I don't know, I think that's how it should be. But why do I need to be a prisoner of my own, Depicting funny moments that even in my eyes are haven't shown.
I need to paint my smile and hide on a mask, Even faking happiness just to perform this task, I look at the mirror trying to look at what they see, And in my eyes I saw myself fighting to break free.
How can I tell them that I am slowly drowning in my tears. If all I can only hear is their loudest cheers. Where should I run when I'm so down, When even faith and destiny gives a frown.
I have extended my arms and asked for help, But they told me "your strong, you can take care of yourself". Where should I lean if everything goes wrong, When every one thinks that I'm so strong.
There's no one much sadder than a crying clown, Tears runs down only when no one is around. I am also weak and I'm not strong like a Knight, I am a clown and my Crying Lies Only When Night.
The announcement came: This was the last year for the circus– The working man's circus, The last ******* child of Ringling Brothers And P.T. Barnum
Good, my wife said Think about the animals. I nod in absent agreement -
But I am at Coney Island as it might have been, once. And watching amusement parks in Celeron, Bay Ridge, the Palisades and a hundred others places vanish - One by one like altar candles extinguished before the recessional.
I am a young boy staying up late tearing through Ray Bradbury's "Something Wicked this Way Comes" while everyone else in the house is sleeping.
I am at a City Lights book store in San Francisco Where Lawrence Ferlinghetti is sharing his cotton candy with Diane Arbus and Allen Ginsburg
I am listening to "Take Five" in stereophonic sound.
I am behind the Big-Top with Edgar Allan Poe and Charles Dickens trying to catch a glimpse of the show through the shadows - Then being told to get away by a large sweaty man who doesn't smile.
I am eating peanuts salted in the shell.
I am holding my daughters tiny hand while my son hides behind me– a clown is walking by.
Here's a funny thing 'bout clowns: NOTHING. They eat babies and **** Young men until they get their fill, Hang kittens by their window sill, Send texts from behind the wheel, Name their daughters things like Neil, Use way too much salt on every meal, Leave you on read just for the thrill, And put their names in your nan's will
Actually, the balloon animals are pretty cool I guess