我聽Chet Baker and Van Morrison, Send in the Clowns

最近有Chet Baker，台北陰冷的夜晚與上班前的孤寂，有一點溫暖。

不多不少的，剛剛好的可以讓我換上衣著，畫著妝，收拾昨夜翻了幾頁的書，

抹上一點code by armani，踩著跟鞋踏進大台北。



生活有許多不可說也道不盡的無奈如這波冷風，一天天的削弱著。

荒謬的戲，一天天的，忠實的準時開演。

我唸出一句句的台詞，時而發笑、時而低泣。

我跳躍、我翻滾，我為了遠方的觀眾的喝采、掌聲而努力地旋轉。

我跌倒、我忘詞，我失手漏接了對方的手。

觀眾賀倒采，噓聲四起。

But, the show must go on.

Send in the clowns.



事與願違的時候，我只能再度踏入孤寂的台北，抹去淚水。

告訴自己，after all, tomorrow is another day.





Send in the Clowns, Live at Ronnie Scott's by Chet Baker and Van Morrison



Isn't it rich?

Aren't we a pair?

Me finally here on the ground,

And you in mid-air.

Send in the clowns.

Send in the clowns.



Isn't it bliss?

Don't you approve?

One who keeps standing around,

And one who can't move.

Send in the clowns.

Send in the clowns.



Just when I saw 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 was there.



Don't you love farce?

My fault I fear.

I thought you'd want what I want.

Sorry, sorry my dear.

Send in the clowns.

Send in the clowns.



Isn't it rich?

Isn't it queer,

Losing my timing like this

this late in my career?

Send in the clowns.

Send in the clowns.

Send more in.

Send more in.

Send more in.

Send more in.

Send in the clowns.

Send in the clowns.



Don't bother.

There.

Here.