Clown Song
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| "Clown Song" | |
|---|---|
| Demo by the Relationship | |
| Released | unreleased |
| Recorded | N/A |
| Length | 2:44 |
| Label | none |
| Songwriter(s) | Brian Bell |
| Producer(s) | Brian Bell |
| Status | Demo circulating |
"Clown Song" is a demo by The Relationship and is currently unreleased. It was written by Brian Bell.
Overview
Lyrics
As I sit, sit here alone
Pondering knowledge of facts ghastly known
Remember the sun
Days of fun
Put on your pantaloons
Come all, come one
And enter the night of spectacular sights
Igniting great frights
Most sacred of plights
When knees knock their bones
And sometimes, if you listen
Even clowns play trombones
As I sleep, sleep here at home
Recalling visions from of sounds from a poem
Remembered by some, the story of one
Painted smiles, red rose nose, black and blue glum
And enter the night of spectacular sights
Igniting great frights
Most sacred of plights
When knees knock their bones
And sometimes, if you listen
Even clowns play trombones
As I stare at shaved ice cones
Ringmaster yells through his red megaphone
And last ladder rung
?? she now flung
Greatest show on Earth is P.T. Barnum's
And enter the night of spectacular sights
Igniting great frights
Most sacred of plights
When knees knock their bones
And sometimes, if you listen
Even clowns play trombones
And sometimes, if you listen
Even clowns play trombones