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Baby cried the day the circus came to town

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It is no secret that I love horrible music. Preferably written between 1973 and 1989, preferably a dramatic pop ballad. Lately, Don't Cry Out Loud by Melissa Manchester has been whispering "download me" in my ear. Now, the only reason I remember that song is because she was on the Muppet Show one time, and I really didn't remember any of the lyrics.



Baby cried the day the circus came to town
'cause she didn't want parades just passin' by her
So she painted on a smile and took up with some clown
While she danced without a net upon the wire
I know a lot about 'er 'cause, you see
Baby is an awful lot like me

Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside, learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all

Baby saw that when they pulled that big top down
They left behind her dreams among the litter
The different kind of love she thought she'd found
There was nothin' left but sawdust and some glitter
But baby can't be broken 'cause you see
She had the finest teacher-that was me-I told 'er

Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all

Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost made it

Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all


I also downloaded Somewhere Out There, Blue Bayou, and a bunch of Carole King. It must be hormonal or something..............
Current Location:
Blue Bayou
Current Mood:
old and sleepy
Current Music:
cleaning my brain with some Arcade Fire
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On July 2nd, 2007 06:58 pm (UTC), karennskie commented:
I see your Melissa Manchester & raise you Barbara Streisand
Isn't it rich, are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.

Isn't it bliss, don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around
One who can't move
Where are the clowns?
Send in the 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
But where are the clowns
There ought to be clowns
Quick send in the clowns

What a surprise!
Who could foresee
I'd come to feel about you
What you felt about me?
Why only now when I see
That you've drifted away?
What a surprise...
What a cliche'...

Isn't it rich, isn't it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns
Quick send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here.

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On February 10th, 2009 02:44 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
bad music
Don't cry out loud+ This for allthe lonely people have special meaning for thos e of us who grew up w/ out love or friends,,,,,,I still listen to both regularly,Blue Bayou is atmospheric but has its place not unlike The CARPENTERS
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