Death Of A Clown
Dave Davies Lyrics


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

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

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





Let's all drink to the death of a clown

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Death of a Clown" tell the story of a washed-up entertainer lamenting the state of his career and his industry. The imagery of the makeup clagging on his chin and drowning in whiskey and gin paints a picture of a sad, pitiful character. The once-mighty lion tamer now has no lions to tame, and the fortune teller is dead and unneeded. Even the trainer of insects is reduced to looking for runaway fleas. The singer turns to alcohol to cope with the loss of his livelihood and the futility of his existence. The chorus urges everyone to drink to the death of a clown, perhaps as a way of mocking his failure or accepting his demise.


The song is a commentary on the fickleness of fame and the fleeting nature of success. The clown was once a beloved, entertaining figure, but now he is obsolete and forgotten. The lyrics also touch on themes of loneliness, addiction, and mental health, as the singer struggles to come to terms with his downfall. The chorus can be interpreted as a call to celebrate the end of suffering or as a sardonic expression of apathy towards another lost soul.


Line by Line Meaning

My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
I am tired and sad, and my makeup is not fresh anymore.


I'm drowning my sorrows in whiskey and gin
I am trying to forget my troubles by drinking alcohol excessively.


The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore
The once powerful and respected lion tamer is now powerless and irrelevant.


The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar
The wild animals that used to entertain and impress people have lost their spirit and energy.


So let's all drink to the death of a clown
Let's raise a glass to celebrate the end of an era, of a time when clowns and circus acts were popular.


Won't someone help me to break up this crown
I'm feeling overwhelmed and suffocated by my own persona and fame, and I need someone to help me escape this pressure and attention.


The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
The fortune-telling profession has lost its charm and appeal, and the once successful fortune teller is now out of business and forgotten.


Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
People have lost interest in predictions and spirituality, and they no longer seek guidance from diviners and seers.


The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
This once curious and unique occupation is now reduced to a desperate and humble position.


And frantically looking for runaway fleas
Even the most skilled performers can face unexpected challenges and setbacks, as insignificant as trying to catch a flea.


So won't someone help me to break up this crown
My fame and success have become a burden, and I need someone to rescue me from this pressure and responsibility.


Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Let's toast to the end of a showbiz genre that no longer retains its magic and significance.




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Written by: Dave Davies, Raymond Douglas Davies

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Gab Kae

My makeup is dry and it cracks on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whiskey and gin
The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions they won't bite and
The tigers won't roar
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
La la la la la la la la la la
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 breakup this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
La la la la la la la la la la



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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

So let's go and 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

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



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Rodrigo Laux

dave is so good his guitar plays by itself

Hello there

@mike saageLMFAOOO HAHDGSHAAH

Great Scott Michael

Lmao

Max Sugar

😋 Ha Ha said the Clown.

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Robert Johnston

This is Dave Davies' greatest moment. Simply superb!!

Lucy Foster

I really like Rats. I think with that he invented grunge.

MrMjp58

Strangely, this record had more effect on me than all the rest of the Kinks’ incredible oeuvre. It had a poignancy that struck me as heartbreaking and the female refrain was glorious. I was 9 at the time.

MonkeyTennis74

This is a wonderful song! The female vocalist la la ing in the background is Rasa Davies, who was Ray's wife at the time.

kduros

Kinks were among the greatest bands of the 60´s.

Sea Dog

AGREED.

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