Leaves are falling all around, It’s time I was on my way. Thanks to you I’m much obliged for such a pleasant stay. But now it’s time for me to go; the autumn moon lights my way. For now I smell the rain and with it pain and it’s headed my way. Charlie Barker talks about the winds of change today. The seasonal shift to autumn and tales uniquely suited to that period.
The first fall tale is about a crazed hermit in the deep forest known as BACKWOODS LARRY. The tales of cannibalism and horror can’t be all true, can they? Next, beware when the moon is high and the MARCH WINDS blow. There is evil in the air. Finally, you really need to worry WHEN THE LEAVES FALL because of what that heralds. It can’t be good.
All signs point to the death of summer and the lingering cold of autumn. Winter can’t be too far off, but for now there is time to run. It’s time to ramble on, my friends. Make haste back to your modest hovels until the circus provides a temporary reprieve from the cold, biting winds.