Pere Ubu On The Surface
I heard the radio sun.
Made the day like a beach.
Lost & in love,
I was sand in the surf.
I heard talk,
talk like music.
I heard talk.
It was a day like a beach.
No cult.
No revision.
I was saying.
At the curb,
I was swaying.
I was wave-washed.
Wave-washed,
knocked down!
