Weather Forecast

Don’t give me the weather forecast
I don’t want to hear a word
Pseudo- meteo- lectual broadcast
A quasi mode and I prefer
The underworld
The undertakers
The widow-makers
The mentally disturbed

Give me truth
A slice of truth
Give me…
Something to lean on that won’t jump out of the bowl
I think everyone’s honest but I won’t trust a soul

When the little dictator said we shouldn’t have gods besides him
He revealed he’s not the only one

If there was a doctor here who could give it a name
Something intellectual, beautiful (what could do the same)
But until then I’ll just be insane

Thanks to Descartes we know Aristotle was wrong
And thanks to Newton we know the Froggie was too
And thanks to Einstein we know Newton was too
We now know that Newton was too

Famished faces fill my papers
Little girl flat on the floor
Send a penny, hope it‘ll help her
And if not you can’t ignore
The noble thoughts
Of which I’m filled
But kill I will
If she knocks upon my door

Give me truth
A slice of truth
Truth one…
Century ago and in one more to come
Give me truth
A slice of truth
Give me…
Something to lean on that won’t jump out of the bowl
I think everyone’s honest but I won’t trust a soul