This versatile trumpet player delivers a crisply executed
Jazz/Pop perfo… Read Full Bio ↴This versatile trumpet player delivers a crisply executed
Jazz/Pop performance. Cacia's trumpet work excites us with
a high soaring intensity and mastery of a Maynard Ferguson.
Displaying the flexibility to perform flashing, sizzling, upbeat
numbers as well as effectively covering the sensitive
laid back ballads.
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Additional Info is also available at a fantastic interview Paul Cacia gave a few years ago as an idol of Maynard Ferguson: check it out at : http://maynard.ferguson.net/cacia.htm

Send in the Clowns
Paul Cacia Lyrics

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Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
you in mid-air.
Where are the clowns?

Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?

One who keeps tearing around,
one who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
There ought to be 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.
And where are the clowns?
Quick, 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?
And where are the clowns?

There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Send in the Clowns" by Paul Cacia explore themes of disappointment, regret, and a sense of loss. The singer reflects on the ups and downs of a failed relationship, admitting that he thought he had everything figured out, but ultimately finds himself alone and without answers. The beginning of the song sets the stage for this introspection as the singer muses on the surreal nature of his current situation. He remarks with irony that he is "here at last on the ground" while his former partner is "in mid-air." The question "where are the clowns?" echoes throughout the song, acting as a metaphor for the absurdity of life and the need for humor and levity to cope with disappointment.

In the second verse, the singer continues to reflect on his own role in the relationship's failure. He acknowledges his own faults, admitting that he "thought that you'd want what I want." He longs for the presence of clowns, who traditionally serve to entertain and distract from the harsh realities of life. But in a twist, he realizes that he doesn't need to send in the clowns - they are already here. This realization highlights the cyclical nature of life, with moments of comedy and tragedy constantly intermingling.

Overall, the lyrics to "Send in the Clowns" are a poignant reflection on disappointment, regret, and the need for humor in coping with life's challenges.

Line by Line Meaning

Isn't it rich?
Is this not ironic or amusing?

Are we a pair?
Are we compatible or on the same level?

Me here at last on the ground, you in mid-air.
I am stable and settled while you are up in the air or uncertain.

Where are the clowns?
Where are the performers who usually entertain us or the people who make us feel better?

Isn't it bliss?
Is this not a joyful or happy situation?

Don't you approve?
Don't you agree or support me?

One who keeps tearing around, one who can't move.
One who is always busy or active, and another who is stuck or unable to progress.

Where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns.
Where are the people who can lift our spirits or entertain us? They should be here but are not.

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.
After I had given up on searching, I found you and made an impression. But when I returned, confident and prepared, you were not there to see it.

Don't you love farce?
Don't you enjoy comical or ridiculous situations?

My fault, I fear. I thought that you'd want what I want sorry, my dear.
I am to blame for assuming that you shared my desires and plans. I am sorry for disappointing you.

And where are the clowns? Quick, send in the clowns. Don't bother, they're here.
Once again, I am looking for someone to make me feel better or help me cope. But I realize that the 'clowns' are already present, and they may not be the kind of 'clowns' I wanted.

Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer? Losing my timing this late in my career? And where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns. Well, maybe next year
It is both ironic and strange that I am experiencing difficulties at this stage of my life, and it feels like there should be something or someone to alleviate my troubles. Perhaps in the future, things will be better.

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: STEPHEN SONDHEIM

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