Narcissus' Echo

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Thursday, December 22, 2005

Send in The Clowns...





A contemplative ride on Bolinas Ridge Trail in winter.

For the ride report, click on the image or here.


[Spoken intro]
This is a song about a couple of adult people who have spent, oh, quite a long time together, till one day one of 'em gets restless and decides to leave. Whether it's the man or woman who left is unimportant. It's a breakup. It's a lovely marriage of words and music, written by Stephen Sondheim.


Isn't it rich? Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground and you in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.

Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around and one who can't move.
But where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.

Just when I stopped opening doors.
Finally finding the one that I wanted was yours.
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,
Sure of my lines.

Nobody's there.

Don't you love a farce? My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want.
Sorry my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.

Don't bother. They're here

Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career.
But where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.

Well, maybe next year...



Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Recorded June 22, 1973, Hollywood, CA.

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