Nash:
It’s a memory made of a summer night that you hold and snuggle in your mind
The fiddle man has a sweet old song to that memory that he plays along
But in the shadows as it fades, the clown just smiles and softly waits
And the fiddle man pack up his case, before the clown can see his face
That sweet old memory hasnt long before its joy is almost gone
The bone white clown begins to move, moving slowly now to you
As summer time gives way to fall, his shoes come creeping down the hall
Can i get a kiss of bliss before the curtain call
Theres memories that will make you cringe but there’s ones you weep for once again
You grasp and clasp and wish for new but one day they will leave you
As time goes on that look of fear that every eye begins to wear
Conveyour belts, they hever stop, they carry you to that final stop
The fiddle man he makes you cry, but wears that fear too in his eye
He sees the clown and hears his shoes that walk right now, walk right towards you
You can clutch the covers, clurch them tight, that clown will just shut off the light
If you listen closely now my friend, you can hear his footsteps closing in
I painted my heart and some beauty too to leave some pretty, best i knew
Creation sweet and wild and mad, the finest moments i did have
I tried to love but think i might not have gotten it quite right
I tried and failed and tried anew, I tried to be a friend to you
I chased the nights and their mad dreams, we swayed and how we tried to be
The light fantastic how it shines upon our desperate, sweaty lives
For seconds there we stopped it all, we stopped the footsteps down the hall
Can i get a kiss of bliss before the curtain call
The clown is bone and black and cold he smiles at all both young and old
He never asks, he’s never through, just pray he doesnt smile at you
When grandpa Joe begins to cry no pleading will extend his time
My friend, not all so dignified will go into that quiet night
Did i do good, did i do bad, will judgement just make us all sad
If did not do right by you, i did the best that i could do
Im not ready, says them all, the clown is coming down the hall
Can i get a kiss of bliss before the curtain call
You cry that clown is not your friend, you know he means your days will end
In fear and panic sweat your brow You have to make your peace somehow
But dread’s a head case you cant win, Run it ragged, let it in
Panic, pulse, drown in the noise, Scream into the silent void
We do all that we can think to feel the feels and dream the dreams
And dance and laugh and drink and screw, the drugs do me and i do you
And god that ever ticking clock why won’t someone just make it stop
Barter bargain, try it all, the last damn, curtain call
Can i get a kiss of bliss before
Can i get a kiss of bliss before
Can i get a kiss of bliss before the last curtain call
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