Death Of A Clown
Charles and the White Trash European Blues Connection Lyrics


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My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
So let's all drink to the death of a clown
Won't someone help me to break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown

The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
So won't someone help me to break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la




Let's all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Charles and the White Trash European Blues Connection's song "Death of a Clown" paint a picture of melancholy and despair. The singer's makeup is dry and clags on his chin, suggesting that he has been crying or has not taken care of himself. He is drowning his sorrows in whisky and gin, which suggests that whatever is troubling him is substantial enough to drive him to drink. The lion tamer's whip no longer cracks, the lions won't fight, and the tigers won't roar, indicating that the singer's world has lost its vibrancy, and he longs for the past.


The second verse describes a world where the old ways of telling fortunes are dead, and the trainer of insects is frantically looking for runaway fleas, again highlighting a sense of loss and misfortune. In the chorus, the singer invites everyone to join him in a toast to the death of a clown, and in doing so, he is inviting them to join him in mourning the loss of something significant, perhaps a person, or his joy or innocence. The chorus repeats twice, and the song ends on a sad note, with the singer and his audience raising their glasses to the death of a clown.


Overall, "Death of a Clown" is a lament to the loss of something essential to the singer, something that has driven him to drink and to seek solace in an increasingly bleak world.


Line by Line Meaning

My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
My tears have dried and my makeup is ruined


I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
I'm drinking heavily to cope with my emotions


The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore
The performer has lost his edge


The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar
The once mighty performers have lost their strength and will to perform


The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Traditional methods of prognostication have lost their value and are no longer viable


Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The art of reading the future is no longer relevant


The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
Even the most bizarre performers are struggling to make a living


And frantically looking for runaway fleas
Even the smallest, most insignificant acts are struggling to keep their act together


Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Let's commemorate the end of an era


Won't someone help me to break up this crown
Won't someone help me deal with this emotional burden


La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
A sad, reflective tune




Writer(s): Raymond Douglas Davies, Dave Davies Copyright: Davray Music Ltd.

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