Comments
Loading Dream Comments...
You must be logged in to write a comment - Log In
ArtistMy makeup is dry and it cracks round my chin I'm drowning my sorrows in whiskey and gin The lion-tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar So let's all drink to the death of a clown Won't someone help me to break up this crown? Let's all drink to the death of a clown Let's all drink to the death of a clown The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor Nobody needs fortunes told anymore The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees And frantically looking for runaway fleas Let's all drink to the death of a clown So won't someone help me to break up this crown? Let's all drink to the death of a clown La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Let's all drink to the death of a clown
This piece reflects on despair and loss, using vivid imagery of a fading circus and a clown's demise. It explores themes of sorrow, the end of joy, and the search for solace in drink.