Old Lost John: Music

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JOIN THE CIRCUS

Take a look at these rags that I'm wearing
Fingers burned and feathers tossed
And these old bags that I'm carrying
Were made of everything I've lost

Run-a-runaway...
I'll join the circus anyday

The guy who lives just down the road
You know, he got as close as me
She dropped him like a cigarette
And soaked his bed in gasoline

Run-a-runaway...
I'll join the circus anyday

I'll set out on my own secret mission
Moroccan drums and Eastern chimes
And I'll remember each moment of passion
Like a convict remembers his crime

Run-a-runaway...
I'll join the circus anyday

If you think you can see where I'm heading
I would say you better think twice
I'll keep my log book 'neath my covers
And a water proof disguise

Run-a-runaway...
I'll join the circus anyday

(Copyright 2007 Tomas Thunberg)



"This song is brilliant. I love the lyric and the easy feel of the melody - and the organ is perfect subtle production."
(Phil Norman, singer/songwriter)

"Wonderful stuff. The verse melody is lovely, and I love the weary warmth of the pump organ. Evocative lyrics - the 'convict' line is beautiful."
(Mike Debenham, singer/songwriter)