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NEW MUSIC 2026 CIRCUS | Theatrical Rock

#newmusic2026 #newmusic2025 #newmusic #alternativerock #modernrock #modernrock2025 #originalcompositions #music #originalmusic #originalmusicvideo #songwriter #songlyrics #songwriting #originalrock #rock #originalsongs #thestruts ##lukespiller Hi there, welcome to my YouTube Channel! I'm an old, retired rocker that is having the time of my life writing and producing the original music that I've had in my head for 50-years! I know there's a bazillion choices on YouTube, so if you have taken your valuable time to stop and visit, THANK YOU! I've got a wide range of genres in my catalog! I think I may have a few that you might like if you take a few minutes and explore! If you like some of the music, tell your friends and ask them to subscribe to my channel so I can keep growing it! God willing, I'm going to keep churning out new music, so check back often..... and again, I appreciate your support! Thanks, Jeff Give it a like if you enjoy the song! LYRICS for CIRCUS: ----------------------------------------- House lights low I’m center stage with my eyes closed Cheap red chair Audience is every thought I ever feared They clap too loud For every quiet doubt I’ve disallowed Ring of fame I pace around the same old same old thing Welcome to my circus Everyone sits in a row Tip toe on the tight rope Shaking where the crowds don't go Laughing like I planned it While I’m breaking in my wings This is how a clown cries Painted up, we come alive Saddle up, enjoy the ride... Here come the tricks I juggle hours that I never really lived Silly grin Stretch it till the rubber snaps against my skin The Lion’s roar Hear the essence of my pulse within the ring Step or slip Be my cozy, safety net, relationship Welcome to my circus Wearing fear in coloured clothes Balancing on half-sleep On that wire that no one knows Smiling like I own this While I’m shaking in my skin This is how a clown cries Painted up, we come alive Saddle up, enjoy the ride... Is it all in my head If my hands still tremble? If the ghosts are buying tickets Do they count as real? I keep bowing and smiling To the same old empty seats Waiting for an exit That I never get to feel Tent roof tears Rain leaks in and drips between my antics Quiet crowd Empty seats that somehow still feel so loud One last cue Ringmaster in the circle asking why “who is who?” Drop the mask I whisper to the dark, then cry “don’t clap too fast” Welcome to my circus Every thought a turning wheel Spinning till I’m dizzy Trying to remember what is real Maybe I can stay here Let the lights go out again Watch the little clown cry Washed of all the painted skin A new life, I'll now begin...