Cries From The Midnight Circus
The Pretty Things Lyrics


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In the concrete valleys the electric storm.
We members of the midnight circus,
Our bodies so brightly adorn
In your long sedans and your Oldsmobiles,
Through that slit in your face, you ask me,
How it feels.
Can you hear me, can you hear me,
I'm a-telling you again.
Daughters of Satan all stand in line,
With faces greased and a mouth full of shine.
With iron hand you bruise the flesh,
Then through a closing door you ask,
Pray why the distress.
Hear me, can you hear me, can you.
Midnight sailors can stay,
We won't send you away,
See me here on my knees.
You lie in the alley, with blood on your clothes.
As fingers round your throat they close.
Your cries of murder, splash on the walls
As you die, you think about the injustice of it all.
Can you hear me ...
Hear me ...
See Satan's daughters' red light,




They have such good appetites,
Another clown packs his drag ...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Pretty Things's song Cries From The Midnight Circus are poetic and haunting, exploring the darker corners of society through vivid imagery. The opening lines set the scene of a stormy cityscape, with the members of the midnight circus, likely referring to those who roam the streets after dark or those on the fringes of society, all adorned with bright or colorful clothing. The song's narrator is then approached by someone likely driving a fancy car, asking how it feels to live such a life. The next verse sings of Satan's daughters standing in line with their mouths full of shine, possibly referring to sex workers, and the violence they experience from their clients. The closing lines of the song describe a violent death in a dark alley, with cries of murder splashing on the walls and the victim reflecting on the injustice of the situation.


The song is a commentary on the darker side of urban life, exploring themes of violence, loss, and injustice. It paints a vivid and unsettling picture of a world that is rarely explored in mainstream art.


Line by Line Meaning

In the concrete valleys the electric storm.
We're in the city during a thunderstorm.


We members of the midnight circus,
We're performers in a late-night circus.


Our bodies so brightly adorn
We're dressed in flashy circus costumes.


In your long sedans and your Oldsmobiles,
You're wealthy spectators arriving in expensive cars.


Through that slit in your face, you ask me,
You're trying to talk to me through the window of your car.


How it feels.
You want to know how it feels to be a circus performer.


Can you hear me, can you hear me,
I'm repeating myself to make sure you're listening.


I'm a-telling you again.
I'm about to repeat myself again.


Daughters of Satan all stand in line,
Other performers in our circus are dressed in devilish outfits.


With faces greased and a mouth full of shine.
They have oily makeup and shiny teeth.


With iron hand you bruise the flesh,
Our circus director is physically abusive.


Then through a closing door you ask,
After hurting us, he asks why we're upset.


Pray why the distress.
He wants to know why we're in pain.


Hear me, can you hear me, can you.
I'm repeating myself again to make sure you're listening.


Midnight sailors can stay,
People out late can watch our circus show.


We won't send you away,
We won't kick you out.


See me here on my knees.
I'm performing an act on my knees.


You lie in the alley, with blood on your clothes.
You're lying in an alley with blood on you.


As fingers round your throat they close.
Someone is choking you with their hands.


Your cries of murder, splash on the walls
Your screams echo in the alley.


As you die, you think about the injustice of it all.
You reflect on the unfairness of your death as it happens.


Can you hear me ...
I'm repeating myself yet again.


Hear me ...
Repeating again to get your attention.


See Satan's daughters' red light,
The girls in devil costumes have red lights shining on them.


They have such good appetites,
They're eager to perform.


Another clown packs his drag ...
Another performer gets ready for their act.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: ALAN WALLER, PHILIP MAY

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Jeff Dawson

Man, they changed a lot in four years. Really heavy here, and Phil sounds spectacular. Everyone is great on this.

dogwarbossanova

Just incredible. Deep down in the pocket and feeling no pain. Killer drums.

OZ

Heavy stuff man, amazing guitar and drumming work. Phil's one of the best vocals in Rock. Great vid, thx for sharing.

Tony Fleck

My God this Band still sounds Sensational!!!...
Have loved them for Decades!!...
What can I say!
As good as or possibly better than their contempries the Strolling Bones!!..
But they never got the breaks?!!!...
Still digging the music and the Vibe!! .

Dom Mirra

Just awesome balls out rock!!! A little funky & bluesy love the electric piano & kick ass drummer great vocals awesome guitar solo!!!!

Tod Levandoski

Started listening in 1974 still love playing all songs way under rated

AJ Mac74

The tone of this suits things these days, doesn't it? Especially when it's nice and slowed down with the old school mandies as thus. Stoner rock as it should be.

Uncle Rhebus

The Parachute album still sounds fresh and exciting.
My favourite Pretties song?
October 26.

Darren Siegel

Thats some great early stoner rock right there. Also love how this clip has no dislikes.

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Rock'n'Roll yesterday, today and forever

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