Freaks and Clowns - Acoustic

27 Feb 2009 · 6 min

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Two speakers trade poetic monologues about performance and identity. One adopts a magician's persona, hiding behind tricks and claiming to be a faker. The other fights critics who want to silence him, insisting singing is his happiness.

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Watch as I turn from a man into a hopeless savage beast. Ladies and gentlemen, step right up. Put your money at my feet. I'm a magician. I'll say it's real. I got nothing up my nothing up my sleeve. I hope they never. Never find me out. I'm just a faker and a cheat.
I don't know how I got into this place, but I must get out before I lose my face.
He's got an empty cardboard box. Yes. He wants to fill it with some pretty sounds and colors of his choice. Yes. He keeps a knowing eye on everyone. He knows it just right. Just a hoax. 'Cause they tell him all at once, you got to find the way, you got to find the way.
I don't know how I opened up my throat, but I did somehow, and it all keeps spilling out. And the critics, the cunts, they try to shut me up, but I won't come down. I'm happiest when I sing.
I'd like to make a promise to all my past and all my future selves. I am my was and will be and Outcast from the caves where silence dwells. Mm-hmm.