June 15, 2010 - 5 comments


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?
There ought to be clowns.
Quick, send in the clowns.

What a surprise.
Who could forsee
I'd come to feel about you
What you'd felt about me?
Why only now when i see
That you'd drifted away?
What a surprise.
What a cliche'.

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother - they're here.

Stephen Sondheim

Published by: eilisboyle in Inspiration, Music, theatre


Lisa Dora
June 15, 2010 at 10:16 am


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pretty far west
June 15, 2010 at 10:57 am

It’s a great song, and always reminds me of Noel Coward and the jerky emotions of the élite.

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Silent Storyteller
June 15, 2010 at 11:42 am

Mise!!! Thanks for reminding me of Noel Coward..!!! I’ve been listening to him for the last hour!! FANTASTIC!!!

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June 16, 2010 at 7:28 pm

Just had to stop by to say hello, it’s been so long since I’ve had a chance to visit. I adore that gorgeous black backless dress from your collection 5 years ago!! So beautiful!
Have a wonderful week!
Hope Ava

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June 19, 2010 at 1:00 am

love that song
fantastic blog also 😉

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