The Old Weathervane

Blues lyric form poetry

 

The Old Weathervane
Mark Pearce (c) 2007

                        The weathervane’s broke
                        So the wind has refused to blow.
                        The weathervane’s broke
                        So the wind has refused to blow.
                        I wouldn’t have believed it
                        But my Momma tol’ me so.

                        The clock on the wall
                        Be right jus’ twice a day.
                        The clock on the wall
                        Be right jus’ twice a day.
                        I give it a glance and then
                        I be on my way.

                        The pool’s run dry
                        I go swimmin’ in my mind.
                        Pool’s run dry
                        I go swimmin’ in my mind.
                        We could skinny dip on Thursday
                        But you ain’t the imaginin’ kind.

                        You got precision and exac’ness
                        But it – don’t feed your soul.
                        You got precision and exac’ness
                        But it – don’t feed your soul.
                        You may be Montovani
                        But I gi' myself to rock and roll.

                        The weathervane’s broke
                        So the wind has refused to blow.
                        The weathervane’s broke
                        So the wind has refused to blow.
                        I wouldn’t have believed it
                        But my Momma tol’ me so.

 

Author's Note

Usually the key of E.