Schon klar, Schnellchecker. Aber wie dieser Song, eben darum scheint es hier ja zu gehen, in diesen verschiedenen Tracks halt unheimlichen Bestand und Kraft hat. Ich krieg heute noch Gänsehaut, wenn ich Blowin‘ In The Wind höre. Und nicht sooo weit dahinter, gross und zusätzlich versperrt ist WBC.
Jesus sent some good women to safe all you Clowns….
Sing-a-long, you got a voice, dudes. No fear!
Intro: | G C | G
C D G
The Machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave
C D G
And the fireeater’s lyin‘ in a pool of sweat victim of the heatwave,
C D G C
Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallowers blade,
G
Circus town’s on the shortwave
C D G
Well the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn,
C D G
Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns,
C D G
And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin‘ popcorn
C D G C
And the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo’s scorn
G
Circus town’s been born.
C G
Whoa and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro cartwheelin‘ up on that tightrope,
C
With a cannon blast, lightin‘ flash, movin‘ fast through the tent, Mars bent,
G
He’s gonna miss his fall,
D
Oh God save the human cannonball.
C G
And the flying Zambini’s watch Marguarita do her neck twist,
C Am D
And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along: 95, 96, 97.
C D Em
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds,
C D
And the highway’s haunted by the carnival sounds
Em D C
They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind,
Bm Em C
A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin,
G F C
Runnin‘ home to some small Ohio town
Em G D
Jesus, send some sweet women to save all your clowns
C B
And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire,
C D G
And the barker romances with a junkie, she’s got a flat tire,
C D G C
And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire,
G
Circus town’s on the live wire.
C
And the strong man Sampson lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, up on his shoulders, way up
G C G C G
And carries carries him on down the midway past the kids, past the sailors, to his dimly lit trailer
C G Dsus D
And the ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain’t ever gonna stop,
Dsus D Dsus
And the circus boss leans over and whispers in the little boy’s ear,
C G
Hey son you want to try the big top?
C G
All aboard, Nebraska’s our next stop.
Bob would say:
I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said “Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I’m gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you’d better run
99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won’t even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen”
And the ringmaster gets the crowd….
Ich liebe diesen Song. Weil er wunderbar zeigt, was Bruce kann. Schon in den frühen Jahren. Lang vor Nebraska.
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...but everybody wants you to be just like them Contre la guerre