Just put your Keys in the Bowl...

The newest work from the Brothers tells the tragic story of an abandoned love between Trapeze Artists, and lets face it, the Trapeze encapsulates everything it means to be a swinger: voyuerism, danger and body hugging lycra.

The Trapeze Song (work in progress)

I’m in freefall and I’m flying
Why weren’t you there to catch me now I’m dying
As I’m falling, memories calling
A safety net, a safety vest what’s the point there’s nothing left

And now there’s you, where will you find another fall guy like me
And there’s you runnin’ around with that circus clown

Under the big top there’s no one to claim you
Under the big top there’s nothing to save you

I’m in freefall and I’m crying
But like the tears upon a clown they’re quickly drying
What a show to see what a performance
The game of high trapeze the highs are great the lows will kill you

©LeonardCohenBrothers 2006

Mike Says:
Brett Whitely swings...Pro Hart does not