Circus Clown
Well I come a long way just earning my pay
I’m a circus clown playing in your town
If I drop to my knees and I beg you please
Will you pull the strings my spirit will sing…
Well I’ve been here before and I’ll come back for more
Cause I love your smile it’s been a long while
When you lift that skirt you know you ease the hurt
When I gaze in your eyes the mad history dies…
Give to me a lethal dose and hold me ever close
And stomp those restless wondrous feet in step to beat
Hear the funny sound and know it’s always been around
And when you beat the drum you know I always come
Around two hearts you know the spirit always sings
The laurel tree gives shade to beggars fools and kings
The road is long and hard there aint no joker cards
I feel you in my heart oh baby baby baby I dread the day we part…
Well it’s time to move on but know when I’m gone
That whatever you do I’ll be thinking of you
You’ll be in my dreams and all my fanciful schemes
Cause I’ve been here before and I’ll come back for more…
Give to me a lethal dose and hold me ever close
And stomp those restless wondrous feet in step to beat
Hear the funny sound and know it’s always been around
And when you beat the drum you know I always come
Around two hearts you know the spirit always sings
The laurel tree gives shade to beggars fools and kings
The road is long and hard there ain’t no joker cards
I feel you in my heart oh baby baby baby I dread the day we part…
CP Butchvarov
Saw It At The Circus
Went to the traveling circus show Sally Anne was in my arms
Wandered down by the river flats Took a dip in a catfish farm
Vowed to her my faithfulness Bathed her with sweet tenderness
Walked on air to the carnival Took a ride in a whirly bird…
Rode the tilt-a-whirl a while Banged around in a bumper car
Watched a cat girl earn her pay Wished upon a shooting star
Melted cotton candy balls Viewed a man who came from mars
Finally she held me close Whispered these sweet words of love…
Life is but a joke my dear Without you by my side
Knew it early on you know Saw it in your eyes…
Rambled off to her mama’s place Had a bowl of black-eyed peas
Drank some homemade lemonade Sat out under the willow tree
Said goodbye and ambled out Hugged and kissed and bid farewell
Drivin home the sky fell down What it was I could not tell…
Light appeared and lit the street The car came to a stop
I stood in awe beside the road And watched a spaceship drop
There I saw behind blue glass Sweet sweet Sally Anne
Climbed aboard and held her close Then I Saw the Man…
Don’t you think he looks just like The one we saw at the circus…
They offered us a ride through space But Sally Anne declined
She told them bout her dear old mom And how she’d lose her mind
Our lives were never quite the same Though we stayed behind
Waved them off in a puff of smoke Tears in all our eyes…
Realized we couldn’t tell Never told a soul the tale
But deep inside we knew it well Me and my sweet Sally Anne
Every year the circus comes Go to see the martian man
Tells us he’s researching earth Loves to live the carny life…
CP Butchvarov
Sword Of Love
Well it all depends on who you talk to
Whether you believe that girl
They say one thing she says another
Well who’s to know the truth…
They say she was caught with the knife in hand
She says it was self defence
The man did beat her the man did cheat her
Must have had it coming his way…
Show us your truth show us your justice…
In another town the boys were drinking
Raising hell by the school
They jumped a girl who was walking past
Took her one by one…
They say she was acting provocatively
She says it’s a long tall lie
The girl was pretty the girl wore lipstick
Must have had it coming her way…
Show us your truth show us your justice
Show us the sword of love love love…
In another town the bride was cooking
Fixing a meal for her man
The flames shot up and buried her
His first stop was at the bank…
Some say she died accidentally
Some say she died for her dowry
She’s but a woman a slave of man
Faithful in death as in life…
Show us some truth show us some justice
Show us the sword of love love love…
Well it all depends on who you talk to
Whether you believe that girl
They say one thing she says another
Well who’s to know the truth…
Some say she’s a second class citizen
Some say she’s the goddess of love
The man did beat her the man did cheat her
Tore her heart in two…
Show us your truth show us your justice
Show us the sword of love love love…
CP Butchvarov
Pagans and Mystics
A lunatic a heretic this is what we have here
A madman a skeptic it’s god he ought to fear
Call the priest show him here
A man who claims to know
We’ll tie him down we’ll light the fire
Will he continue to boast…
CP Butchvarov
On The One Hand
Wandering down the main street I stopped to look at Rome
And saw a tragicomedy Of belief blood and bread for god…
Further on down the road I stopped in Kampuchea
And stood atop the graves Of greed fear and ideology…
On the one hand it’s a beautiful day
But in the other fist We can all be ashamed…
Further on down the road I visited the white house
I asked the gipper for the time He pleaded the fifth…
On the one hand it’s a beautiful day
But in the other fist We can all be ashamed…
Further on down the road I spent a night in Auschwitz
I heard the sirens call For bloodlines pure and pre-ordained…
On the one hand it’s a beautiful day
But in the other fist We can all be ashamed…
CP Butchvarov
Lover’s Blues
Lost what meant the most to me the other day
She walked out the door to go far away…
She said you’ve many lessons to learn my man
I did what I could now you do what you can…
Try to find a pearl in a pile of sand
You think there’s greater love in another land…
It’s all inside your head and it’s but a dream
Things are so rarely exactly as they seem…
Try to find your solace in a jug of wine
You’ll wake up feeling sick nearly every time…
You’d love to get a glimpse of the garden gate
But fall right to tears if you have to wait…
I’ve heard that demons prowl around in the night
Break down your doors when the moment’s right…
There isn’t any way you can fight their game
They got your number and they got your name…
Sit right back enjoy and let it bleed a while
The best you can do is exhibit greater style…
It’s never too late for a change of heart
It’s never too late for a brand new start…
Creep along so carefully and walk on eggs
Spirits build the walls while the poor man begs…
There’s nothing quite like pain to make a point
The spirits condemn and the spirits anoint…
Lost what meant the most to me the other day
She walked out the door to go far away…
She said you’ve many lessons to learn my man…
I’ll come back to you only when you can…
CP Butchvarov
Down To Earth
I heard the radio
Making heroes live on plastic wax
Bring them down to earth
Who needs love when you’ve got rock and roll
Who needs love when you’ve got god to thank
For giving you your soul
And it cries a lot…
I read the paper
Telling lies about the daily news
Bring them down to earth
Who needs love when you’ve got money in the bank
Who needs love when you’ve got god to thank
For everything you’re not
You’re not satisfied…
Come on girl won’t you sing along
Come and dance to this funny song
Spin your partner deep inside your heart
Come on girl now don’t break down…
I watched the network
Making lunacy a common bond
Bring them down to earth
Who needs love when you’ve got color tv
Who needs love when you’ve got god to thank
For everything you dream
And you dream a lot…
Come on girl won’t you sing along
Come and dance to this funny song
Spin your partner deep inside your heart
Come on girl now don’t break down…
John S. Bowers and CP Butchvarov
Hum A Different Tune
Havn’t got any jewelry and I’m not in love
Don’t have a place to rest my head
Havn’t got a clue as to what to do
So I’ll strum this guitar instead…
There’s clearly a problem in this world of dreams
The pitfalls so cleverly placed
You fall in love and you fall to drink
Run the endless human race…
Havn’t got any wheels but the shoes I wear
Havn’t got any greenbacks and gold
These songs are priceless but I’m still alone
I never thought I would grow old…
The will to survive they say is instinct
So how does it really apply
For the lonely busker each day drags on
The boredom becomes a sigh…
I saw a girl when the birds were sleeping
My heart trembled by the light of moon
Her eyes bright like a shining beacon
She said hum a different tune…
Haven’t found any answers worth singing about
Man’s madness is clearly in vogue
This street corner’s fine dig deep my friends
But don’t mistake me for a rogue…
We pay a high price for the gift of song
And wander from town to town
But there’s always the chance we’ll ride the wave
Of the next craze to come around…
I saw a girl when the birds were sleeping
My heart trembled by the light of moon
Her eyes bright like a shining beacon
She said hum a different tune…
CP Butchvarov