Track from the album "Another Night at the Circus", released 2011

I think of hotels and of trains, of rumbling wheels.
I think of that girl, tripping in her plateau high heels.
I think of a dragon breathing flames that lick the sky.
I think of a guy I once knew who had a glass eye.

I think of all the drops of water in the sea.
Of oranges and lemons, of vitamin c.
I think up words to whisper into an elephants ear.
I don’t think of the fun we’d have, if you were here.

I miss you, I don’t miss you.
I don’t have to think of you.
I can think of a tale or a fable,
I can think of a palace or a stable,
I can think you under the table.

I think of time that runs like sand through my hands.
About marching bands and the universe that expands.
I think of all the thinks I can possibly sculpt with bread.
I don’t think of you, think of catching the wind instead.

I think of the tree we used to climb so we wouldn’t be found.
I think about life on a planet that’s square instead of round.
I think of hitching a ride on a tight rope walking kangaroo.
I don’t think of how happy I’d be to talk to you.

I miss you, I don’t miss you.
I don’t have to think of you.
I can think of a tale or a fable,
I can think of a palace or a stable,
I can think you under the table.

I miss you, I don’t miss you.
I don’t have to think of you.
I can think of a tale or a fable,
Think of pasta or electric cable,
I can think you under the table.

I miss you, I don’t miss you.
I miss you, I don’t miss you.
I miss you, I don’t miss you.

Another Night at The Circus

Under The Table

Title Track from the album "Another Night at the Circus"

Another Night at the Circus

Another night,
Another night at the circus.
Another day, another show.
Another small, small town.
Another day in hotpants,
Tiptoe tiptoeing across the rope,
Smiling, oh so sweetly,
Everybody's waiting for my fall.

Another night, another night,
Another night at the circus.
Another glass of whiskey with my favorite dancing bear.
Another night, another night,
Another night at the circus.
I fall asleep sobbing, face down in her shaggy hair.

Another night,
Another night at the circus.
Another day of moving on to the next show.
Another day of candy floss for breakfast and for lunch.
Another day of smiling
As I help the big boys with the real dangerous stuff.
Smiling, always smiling,
Juggling and dancing on the rope.

Another night, another night,
Another night at the circus.
Another round of Prozac for me and my elephant friends.
Another night, another night,
Another night at the circus.
Can’t sleep, can’t sleep, can’t sleep, can’t sleep
Can’t find my hands.

And the tightrope is making me dizzy,
And the sawdust is making me sneeze,
And the music is puncturing my eardrums,
And the clowns are hiding in the caravan,
And the ringmaster’s making me, making me,
Making me, making me
Tell him he’s the best.

Another night, another night,
Another night at the circus.
Another night of hiding in the dark under my bed.
another night, another night,
Another night at the circus,
There must be a better way of earning my daily bread.

And the lions are making me deal in drugs,
And the tightrope is making me spin,
And the clowns are giving me the creeps,
And smiling is making cry cry cry,
And the ringmaster’s making me, making me
Making me making me
Fake it.

Another night, not another night at the circus.

Another Night at the Circus

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Annika Brown is full of surprises. If you’re expecting the typical singer/songwriter experience, beware - instead you get to witness a genre-leaping tightrope walk between darkness and hope, between playful wickedness and tales of trials and triumphs. 
Her new album, which heavily draws on rock, blues and even classical influences, is scheduled to be released in autumn 2017 and is promising to be haunting, dark and beautiful, yet full of joy and ecstasy. 

"... Very evocative." Phil Jackson, BBC South

"Has clearly got a lot of personality and vision." - Steve Hillier, record producer and singer songwriter

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