Here is the playground of troubled dreams Where only pigs can fly And jesters dressed in spiteful robes Bake blackbirds in your pie... As children run in frightened drones For dread of evil clowns Don’t be feared, release your mind The carnival has come to town… Roll up, roll up for a dark concoction of musical pleasures. Carrying a battered suitcase full of upbeat yet melancholy songs intertwined with gutsy and whimsical lyrics, Katie and the Carnival have come to town.
