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Sad Clown

This song is by Atmosphere and appears on the album Sad Clown Bad Dub II (2000).

Original video
This world ain't a wasteland, it just taste that way sometimes
It depends on the angle on how you read your lines
For every brick we stack to come together to build
There's a sick little crack in this foundation still

Humans! I can't accept them, trying to understand them
And what fuels them and their essence
I'm looking for some leverage, catch up, trying to catch me
Curse-ed, depress-ed, here to make you happy

"Hey daddy tell me why the clown is crying."
"Well son he's got the task of cheering up the ill and dying.
On top of that everybody thinks that he's insane.
Can't fathom why he'd wanna ease their pain."

Walking through this maze made of concrete walls
When you're not allowed to climb there's no way to possibly fall
When your hands are restricted to hold nothing but self
How can you get a grip? How can you pick up what you're dealt?

The clown stays sad, the ground stays hard
With a couple pounds of migraine, a pocket full of scars
But the face stays painted on for everyone to gaze upon
Continuing the bad dream till he wakes up gone

Do they see me? Do they know that I exist?
I know they do, I can tell by the way they wave their fists
"Weirdo, Freak" Words of endearment
Ring in my ears, and cling onto my tears

My purpose on this earth was to brighten the sunray
At the circus or parade, house call on a birthday
A bag of balloons, I can build you a farm
But became worthless, when they took away both my arms

Snake charms, magic tricks
The world is flat and the traffic is thick
Got my back to the wind as I watch the inhabitants
Every thought I come across is bigger than this planet is

I used to be a normal person
But I held a hunger to experience it first hand
I wanted to turn every frown upside down
Somehow my feet separated from the ground

And the clown stays sad, the people stay lost
Nah the people are sad, we lost the clown
But the face stays painted on for everyone to gaze upon
And it'll stay that way until the break of dawn

So throw your hands in the air
Oh I'm sorry you can't, you're wearing a straightjacket