Pere Ubu Ubu Dance Party
I did not see the darkened sky.
I did not feel the pressure drop.
I walked down the primrose path.
I strolled along the garden walk.
The rain fell and washed away.
I built on sand.
I got swept away.
I went out and stirred the air.
(My soup was steeped in strange ideas.)
I breathed in.
I breathed out.
I breathed in.
I breathed out.
The rain fell and washed away.
I built on sand.
I got swept away.
I went out and looked around.
I went out. And I came back!
I walked down the primrose path.
I strolled along the garden walk.
The rain fell and washed away.
My bed of sand got swept away.
