Send In The Clowns

BATTLEFORWORLD – November 6, 2017: The ruling-elites see the public as “clowns” (i.e. fools) ripe for manipulation. Constantly being exploited to bring together some sort of goal in every which way to benefit the interests of the elites, truly committing acts of Gewalt (i.e. multiple ways to execute subversive, force, violent, etc. actions until successful toward the aim, and in this case world domination).

The song “Send In The Clowns” was written by Stephen Sondheim in 1973 and is about the ironies and disappointments in life. Sung by many, including Barbra Streisand, Frank Sinatra, Judy Collins, Bernadette Peters, Susan Boyle, etc.

And Wikipedia has an entry detailing insightful information about the song. The title of the song alone over the years has touched many people. Stephen Sondheim revealed that: The “clowns” in the title do not refer to circus clowns. Instead, they symbolize fools, as he explained in a 1990 interview:

I get a lot of letters over the years asking what the title means and what the song’s about; I never thought it would be in any way esoteric. I wanted to use theatrical imagery in the song, because she’s an actress, but it’s not supposed to be a circus. It’s a theater reference meaning “if the show isn’t going well, let’s send in the clowns“; in other words, “let’s do the jokes.” I always want to know, when I’m writing a song, what the end is going to be, so “Send in the Clowns” didn’t settle in until I got the notion, “Don’t bother, they’re here”, which means that “We are the fools.”

In a 2008 interview, Sondheim further clarified: As I think of it now, the song could have been called “Send in the Fools”. I knew I was writing a song in which Desirée is saying, “aren’t we foolish” or “aren’t we fools?” Well, a synonym for fools is clowns, but “Send in the Fools” doesn’t have the same ring to it.

Send In The Clowns

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? 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
But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns
Well, maybe next year


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