Harold Weathervein

Artists : Cursive : Harold Weathervein

(The street. Enter cello, heavy breathing footsteps, birds)

Harold walks down any street of this town
both crier and witness the sun drops the
clouds shift his legs twitch.

(Enter chimes)

The clocks chime on cafes
pharmacies and dime stores
in bar rooms he sits all alone
erupting inhisheaditsliketheweatherback&forthitsliketheweather
when it rains it pours down
Weatherman do you feel?
Is it stormy inside of yr veins ?