I
Dreamed I was Picasso
alive in fiery dress.
Yes, I dreamed I was a woman
with flaming cubist breasts.
Well, Braque and I were lovers
Our pallettes carried on.
I left his kiss behind us
"Les Demoiselles d'Avignon."
"Arise!
Arise!" he cried so loud
with a voice without restraint.
"Come out ye gifted art students
and hear my sad complaint.
No artist is amongst ye now
whom you can call your own.
So go on your way accordingly
and know you're all alone."
And
I dreamed I saw Picasso
with all that cubist bunch
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
forever out to lunch.
But I awoke and it's not true
Picasso has moved on
And I'm not him and he's not me
Singing you this song.
to the tune
of I Dreamed I Saw Joe Hill Last Night
with Kim Scott
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