This is a song about going to any common and garden circus and seeing what is going on at the circus.
Apart from the part about the two-handed lady. That is definitely about someone.
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| Carnival Strippers (1976) |
This is:
Every Ticket Is A Loser
In the rafters, the incandescent light
Of my lonely self. People’s lives on brighter screens
Far from the life I lead, the screams
of skeletons
who are equals
And some beyond thin.
Some really beyond my pale skin.
Want to know how it must feel,
To bare a smile like old paint peel.
No matter the times it turns over, it says the same.
Magic 8-Ball: ‘Ask me again’
So I head out to this circus of tents,
Under slumber sky, forwardly drawn to naked lights
Far from the life I lead,
the delights
of skeletons who are equals
And some beyond thin
Some really beyond my pale skin
And the ringmaster says:
Roll up! Roll Up! Every ticket is a loser.
Enter, Enter! It’s the only show in this town!
Only thing at all around!
See stripper carnival girls shake up and down!
And a fine-suited lawyer in make-up of a clown.
Visit Freaks n’ Geeks in their side-show home!
You can brush their teeth with a spider leg comb.
Watch the contortionist held in chains on high!
Suspend belief that self-made wings will really fly
And the ride operator says:
Roll up! Roll Up! Every ticket is a loser.
Hit the target with each throw: win a prize!
A fish in a bag of water.
Step right up to the Hall of Mirrored View!
Rows of unblinking eyeballs focus back on you
Hurry, board the glo-coloured Ghost Train!
Half-vapour regrets tied down on tracks prayin’
Sorry, the Tunnel of Love is out of bounds!
Closed until notice, that is, it can again be found
And the Fortune teller says:
Roll up! Roll Up! Every ticket is a loser.
Come close so you may know your future.
Feel my hot, wet breath.
Put the tin chip into the coin-slot cabinet!
Watch a mechanical man judder round in it.
Stand in awe at the belittlers and liars!
Witness audacious back bending on tight wires.
Walk in unease of a two-handed lady wonder!
One candy floss is another’s knife of a murderer.
And the candy floss is poisoned too, people eat it because it's sweetly vacuous.
Roll Up! Roll up! Join this circus!
My lonely self sees nothing is first what they seem
Far from the life I lead, this is a
shriek
of greased skeletons.
And some beyond thin.
Some really beyond my pale skin.
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