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Everybody Loves a Clown and "Shambala" by Three Dog Night

A couple of days ago, wikkidpixie sent me an email with a song. She's heard it on a commercial or something and it piqued her interest. She researched it a bit and found out it had played in an SPN episode, thus why she sent it to me.

The song is "Shambala" by Three Dog Night and it plays in Everybody Loves a Clown.

The music used in Supernatural often is meaningful and as this is an important scene, it's no different. The Shambala wiki page says:

The lyrics refer to a situation where kindness and cooperation are universal, joy and good fortune abound, and psychological burdens are lifted. While the lyrics include the refrain "in the halls of Shambala", much of the song actually refers to "the road to Shambala", perhaps alluding to the idea of Shambala not as a physical place but as a metaphor for the spiritual path one might follow.


That is so flat-out SIGNIFICANT for the place Sam and Dean are in during this scene that it just...it makes my heart ACHE.

Here's the (edited) version of the TWOP recap of that scene:



The opening guitar lines of Three Dog Night's "Shambala" rise tinnily from some unseen tape deck as the camera lands at last to hover over Metallicar's restored roof. Hooray! Still a long way to go -- including replacing, oh, the engine -- but progress has clearly been made. As a gentleman asks to have his troubles and pain washed away with the rain in Shambala, the camera pans down past the Impala's gutted interior to land on a sweat-stained Dean doing something manly with a wrench, on his back beneath the car. Sam lankily ambles over just as the gentleman implores the rain to do the same to his sorrow and his shame. No, I'm not reading too much into any of this at all. Why do you ask?

"How's this car coming along?" Sam awkwardly opens. Dean's gruff, monosyllabic "slow" carries with it hints of increasing irritation. "Need any help?" poor Sammy tries again. "You, under a hood?" Dean snorts as he slings something chunky and metallic off to the side. "I'll pass." Because everyone is helpful and everyone is kind on the road to Shambala, Sam tries once more with, "Need anything else, then?" Dean rolls his grimy self out from beneath Metallicar, pointedly adjusts his socket wrench, and glares, "Stop it, Sam." "Stop what?" Sam flails. "Stop asking if I need anything," Dean sighs as he stalks over to his ramshackle work table. "Stop asking if I'm okay -- I'm okay," Dean insists, "I promise," but we know he is LYING just like he LIED when they were burning their father's corpse, because Dean is a LYING LIAR. "It's just that we've been at Bobby's for nearly a week," Sam exposits, "and you haven't brought up Dad once." "You're right," Dean admits apparently sincerely, and Sam allows his brother a sad smile. Then, Dean smarms, "Come here -- I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry? Hug? Maybe even slow dance!" Shut up, Dean. Can't you see that Sam is in pain?

The boys explode into angst-laden bitchery, with Sam being all, "Dad's dead, the fucking Colt is gone, The Ceiling Demon responsible for it is somewhere out there, and all you can think about is fixing your fucking car!" and with Dean being all, "Even you can't decipher Dad's cryptic notebook crap, College Boy, and if you could, we'd still have nothing to kill the damned dirty demon with anyway, so cram it!" Dean finishes it all up by asserting that as long as he can't accomplish anything productive with regard to the primary demon in their lives, he'll be fixing what he can: Metallicar. By the way, the song's just hit the part where the gentleman can tell his brother by the flowers in his eyes on the road to Shambala.

Sam, leaving the whole issue of Dean's screwy grieving process behind for the moment, finally reveals why he came out to bother his brother in the first place: He found one of John's old cell phones and cracked the voice mail password to retrieve a message John had been saving for the last four months. Dean presses the thing to his ear to hear a woman say, "John, it's Ellen -- again. Look, don't be stubborn. You know I can help you. Call me." Click. Dean's all, "Yes, and...?" Sam found no references to Ellen in their father's papers, but he reverse-directoried the phone number, or something, and he's got her address. Dean mulls this over, then nods his head, adding, "Ask Bobby if we can use one of his cars."




And then? They go to the Roadhouse for the very first time.


Twelve screencaps from the scene where the song plays:





























Lyrics to the song (think about Sam and Dean when you read them):



Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain
With the rain in Shambala
Wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame
With the rain in Shambala

Everyone is helpful, everyone is kind
On the road to Shambala
Everyone is lucky, everyone is so kind
On the road to Shambala

How does your light shine, in the halls of Shambala

I can tell my sister by the flowers in her eyes
On the road to Shambala
I can tell my brother by the flowers in his eyes
On the road to Shambala

How does your light shine, in the halls of Shambala



Download the song: Shambala by Three Dog Night

This is what makes this show good to me. THIS RIGHT HERE. When all the layers just come together to form a big, impactful, significant, meaningful storyline. I haven't seen this episode in months and months and as soon as I remembered, I was just INSTANTLY transported back to that place and to how that scene made me feel the very first time I saw it.

I'm ready now. I'm ready for the final four episodes of Season Two. I'm ready to feel this emotional attachment to My Boys again. I have been reminded that Sam and Dean are READY to follow their path...physically, emotionally and spiritually. To maybe, eventually, find a place of peace.

I'm ready for the heartache that's coming. Bring it on Kripke. BRING THE PAIN because I am ready.
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