Clowner

Jag har inget att rapportera förutom att jag har slappat hemma hela kvällen ikväll. Ätit scrambled eggs och lite nötter.

Ikväll ska ni få lyssna på den låt som jag spelar mest just nu. Send in the clowns, nedan med Barbara Streissand. Men favoritversion just nu är den instrumentala med Lars Roos. Ja, jag vet, som 31-åring kanske man inte borde digga Lars Roos men jag gör det. Jag har väl alltid varit lite gammalmodig.

Isn’t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.

Isn’t it bliss?
Don’t you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can’t move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.

Just when I’d stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.

Don’t you love farce?
My fault I fear.
I thought that you’d want what I want.
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick, 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?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.

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