The Mother Lode
another clown jumps off the ladder
a shallow pool but it doesn't matter
the way it goes
he's fallen through barriers and hedgerows
a hollow man, hollow hand puppet
where's the applause when you need it
the baseball bats, somersaults and backflips.
oh, how I wish some things were different
a mother lode, mother lode
A hollow man, a hollow hand puppet.
I’m a clown, you don’t want to know me.
The knife behind the curtain,
the truth is ordinary.
You can’t see your way out of this one.
He makes a joke, and nobody listens
At least he does not know it.
The last of all his courage.
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Here he goes, hits the ground running.