Go Home and Get Down

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Act! While in delirium,
I no longer know what I say,
or what I do!
And yet it’s necessary… make an effort!
Bah! Are you not a man?
You are a clown!

Put on your costume,
powder your face.
The people pay to be here, and they want to laugh.
And if Harlequin shall steal your Columbina,
laugh, clown, so the crowd will cheer!
Turn your distress and tears into jest,
your pain and sobbing into a funny face – Ah!

Laugh, clown,
at your broken love!
Laugh at the grief that poisons your heart!

The Bronx - Safe Passage


well everybody i know 
has one good chance to die 
to be swallowed whole by the big blue empty sky 
feel the heavens stare 
with a cold hard look in it’s eyes 
to hear the sound of something awful on the rise 
so pray for safe passage through the night 
you’ll be humbled by sounds of daylight 
and this is an endless search 
to find how much is enough 
this could be so much worse 
but we sold our souls for gold 
you know that nobody in this room 
wants to hear you cry 
and if nobody goes for help 
baby you’re gonna die 
it came and went so fast 
you’d almost thought you’d missed 
a chance to shake your head and say 
how did it come to this 
pray for safe passage through the night 
you’ll be humbled by the sounds of daylight 
and this is an endless search 
to find how much is enough 
this could be so much worse 
but we sold our souls for gold 
we sold our souls 
we sold our souls