Written by n. finn & t. finn Take the Weather with You. Walking round the room singing Stormy weather At 57 mount pleasant street Now its the same room but everythings different  You can fight the sleep but not the dream.  Things ain't cooking in my kitchen Strange affliction washes over me  Julius caesar and the roman empire Couldnt conquer the blue sky   Theres a small boat made of china        Going nowhere on the mantlepiece     Do I lie like a loungeroom lizard    Or do I sing like a bird released Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you, Everywhere you go you always take the weather. Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you, Take the weather,take the weather with you.

Small Countries

In defense of whatever happens next, the navy of flat-bottomed pop-
corn clouds steams over like they are floating down a river we're un-
der. To the west, red cliffs, more pasture, the blue Medicine Bow with
stretchmarked snowfields, quartzite faces like sunny bone. I'm worried
about Lyle getting back from town with his oxygen, but then I see him
through binoculars turn the Studebaker, antlike, off the county road
and up the four-mile grade, so small down there that I want to imagine
his hands on the wheel, still strong, his creased blue jeans and high-
top shoes I know he wears to town. He turns off the road on a small
knoll about halfway up and stops the truck, facing the mountains. He
still looks small against so much space, but I can see his left arm and
shoulder and the brim of his hat lowered as he lights a smoke and
looks off toward the mountains, and small countries of light and dark
rush across the prairie towards him and over him.

School's Out

 Alice Cooper

 Well we got no choice
All the girls and boys
Makin all that noise
'Cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya
Can't find a flag
If that don't suit ya
That's a drag

School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces

No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks

Well we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes

School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces

No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks

Out for summer
Out till fall
We might not go back at all

School's out forever
School's out for summer
School's out with fever
School's out completely

'You Can't Buy Shoes in a Painting'
by Jill Osier

You can't even buy a soda. You can only
see these things, see a mother steer
her son to the car, his head cocked
licking his ice cream.

Earlier, driving, trying to keep
between two cornfields, I couldn't see myself
into a map, couldn't be anywhere in it,
though I knew all the patient states
between us.

Pigeons sit high on a mill's peaked roof,
spaced even as beads. They can stand that
close to each other, but looking at them
you wouldn't know it. Would you.

  JOHN FOGERTY
from 'Put me in Coach

Got a beat-up glove, a homemade bat, and brand-new pair of shoes;
You know I think it's time to give this game a ride.
Just to hit the ball and touch 'em all – a moment in the sun;
(pop) It's gone and you can tell that one goodbye!

Everything Is Free

Spring continues to fit and start in Washoington State USA