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.