as one listen to this melody, some thought of it as a nostalgic love song. some said it was a song of happiness while other said it was just an ordinary sad song about love.
maybe it was the way it was played. but come to think of it, regardless of how it was played, if one listen to it attentively to all the elements, the song sounds as nostalgic and as sad as it can be. it was as if, you are overwhelmed with sadness and regret, a feeling you yourself have no idea where it come from, neither you know why you are feeling in such a way.
send in the clown.as simple as the title sounds, how many of us know that it’s actually referring to fool? even the composer himself said it meant ‘send in the fool’ in other word. in a way, it was ironic. ironic, in a sense that this song actually portray the foolishness that we bring upon ourselves most of the time.
this song sang about the foolish decisions made by two lovers. that was the actual interpretation. but,i do believe that it was not solely restricted to just lovers. it apply to a lot of thing; decisions we made every single day, people we encountered- be it strangers or people we knew, opportunities that slipped away or the true facets of humans, that’s it. the facets that each one of us strive so hard to either hide or shine.
or maybe, the heartache of knowing and realising the fact that people once close to you are drifting farther away from you without you realising it. the closeness that fades away with time and distances. the conversation that last no longer than 5 minutes. or maybe the loneliness despite being in the crowds of people.
oldies is always goodies. i once never understand what it meant. but now, i do. it was perhaps the darkness of this song, perhaps explain why i love it. for now,i just hope i’m still be able to play the solo part for this song, with flute that’s it.
the clowns had been sent in, the show is still going on, the thoughts of the ending is still lingering around,the audiences are laughing but the clowns are crying.
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