2. Blowing Off Steam ('The Circus At the End of the World' album)
Where's the tattooed muscle men with furled brows a-pullin'? Where's the buxom fashion queen with thin-aired curls a-curlin'? Where's the angry nomad minstrel growlin' out a lullaby? Where's the edgy circus folk? Or have they said goodbye?
Where's the soiled and rusty builders welding iron sculptures? Where's the clockwork fellow-beaters circled in like vultures? Where's the darkened cabaret filled with new nostalgics? Where has everything I loved gone? Oh, the loss is tragic!
All alone in a crowd With strangers who all know me And I try to be friends But there's no one here who chose me Should I run? Should I hide? Should I change my life completely? Should I hold me inside? Or keep my anger hid discreetly?
Where's the crazy fire folk spinning warmth a-blazin'? Where's the muscled aerialist in the sky amazing? Where's the dreadlocked cowboy head-to-toe in ancient leather? Where's the pretty painted ladies behind their fans of feathers?
All alone in a crowd With strangers who all know me And I try to be friends But there's no one here who chose me Should I run? Should I hide? Should I change my life completely? Should I hold me inside? Or keep my anger hid discreetly?
Where's the slender flapper girls in silken gowns and pearls? Where's the threadbare waltzers paintin' the floors in curls? Where's my life-confirming friends or did I ever have them? Where's the brazen, angry artists? Tell me what replaced them!
All alone in a crowd With strangers who all know me And I try to be friends But there's no one here who chose me Should I run? Should I hide? Should I change my life completely? Should I hold me inside? Or keep my anger hid discreetly?