The weather report, as told at the intersection of yacht rock avenue  and hlllbilly rap street.

Lyrics:

The day was overcast
But clouds never last
You gotta see right through ‘em
There’s really nothing to ‘em

And then turn up the music!

There’s something in the air and it sounds like a song
Sing along with this one and you won’t go wrong
Do a little rap and you get a little funky
I don’t even care if you sound like a junkie
Everybody talks and everybody says stuff
Everybody’s weak but everybody talks tough
Everybody knows but they still say what’s up
Everybody sleeps not everybody wakes up

Don’t you ever wonder why there’s so much hate
Don’t you ever think that it’s not so great
Don’t you ever wish they had a little more heart
Don’t you wanna kick ‘em ’til they all get smart
Now you do a little rock and you do a little roll
You’ll be crazy in about a half an hour
Your past will come and follow you down
A little bit of sweet and a whole lot of sour
None of that will matter if you live it like you mean it
Life gets mean and everyone’s seen it
One more thing take it or leave it
The world won’t stop and you better believe it

And now the sun’s creeping out
Well what’s all that about
Make sure you don’t lose it
And then turn up the music!

Imaginary Weather Report

Steven Reule