A standalone song/vocalized thing meant to be accompanied with an acoustic guitar, drums, and friggin' trombones.
Yeah, I dunno...just wrote it up and I'm still fucking around with it, but figured it's good as a "somethin' different" kinda post.
And the bearded lady
Practices what she preaches
For your money
She'll work for your pay
And hidden in the shadows
That clown does his thing
Twisting balloons
Twisted fantasies
Oh, it's there
A night time brigade
A real horrorshow
A creature feature
to last the ages
but don't you worry
about life's little problems
this jaded mystery
don't look away
just drown your misery
the sad little men
come tumbling out of clown cars
they're running again
with their floppy shoes
and don't question why
the magician's tricks are obvious
the shadows on the ground
show the assistants wires
what you might lose
if you point it out
might be greater for what it's worth
then what you may find out
don't cheapen your innocence
don't dare to let go
just keep on laughing
at the horrorshow
presented for you
Don't look away
Don't think in vain
Don't try the tricks
You'll lose again
and it's there
A night time brigade
A real horrorshow
A creature feature
to last the ages
but don't you worry
about life's little problems
this jaded mystery
don't look away
just drown out your misery
somethin' to ease the pain
somethin' to ease the pain
of transition
come again
somethin' to ease the pain
emotions you can't restrain
of transition
revel
revel
in the pain
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bearded ladies are fun topics indeed. love it
ReplyDeleteVery cool, my man. If only I could play the trombone. This reminded me of one of my favorite Bradbury bits: Something Wicked This Way Comes.
ReplyDeleteReally deep lyrics, what was the backstory to them?
ReplyDeleteAt this point of time as a writer, I don't inexactly like sharing my opinions on my own work for two reasons: I don't like my on work (sometimes), and I believe that the meaning to a piece should be shared by the artist and the reader only out of accident.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, everyone should have their own definition to a piece whether it be a sculpture, a painting or a poem.
...with that all said, to me this little ditty is all about the shit that's plaguing us today. This three-ring circus that America has become, y'know? News media, big business, all the chains that are thrown upon us simply by chance of birth...that kinda thing.
Even more so, it's about innocence and the moment we lose that innocence. When I was a kid, it was simple: America is awesome, you can trust in the police (still do, just wary now) and politicians, your parents are without mistake and unbreakable, and everything is stable even though they drink and fight.
I know it's not the same for many others, but when I discovered that the American Dream was copyrighted, that the history books were mostly lies and that reality is way more depressing than even my worse nightmares made it out to be. What's even worse though, above all, was learning how bad Saturday Morning cartoons became. Like after I stopped being a kid suddenly it was alright for EVERY SINGLE T.V. STATION except for one or two to stop playing cartoons or some shit.
Yeah...I guess, ultimately, this song thing represents my thoughts on the loss of innocence, the learning of truth, and how much I grew to resent those "truths."
Why couldn't they just tell us that Christopher Columbus found America on accident, or that he raped and enslaved EVERYONE he came across during that time?