When you walk through a storm hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never, ever walk alone.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never, ever walk alone.I think images are worth repeating
images repeated from a painting
Images taken from a painting
from a photo worth re-seeing
I love images worth repeating
project them upon the ceiling
multiply them with silk screening
see them with a different feeling
Images, oh, images
images, oh, images
Some say images have no feeling
I think there's a deeper meaning
Mechanical precision or so it's seeming
instigates a cooler feeling
I love multiplicity of screenings
things born anew display new meanings
I think images are worth repeating
and repeating and repeating
Images, oh, images
images, images
I'm no urban idiot savant
spewing paint without any order
I'm no sphinx, no mystery enigma
what I paint is very ordinary
I don't think I'm old or modern
I don't think I think I'm thinking
it doesn't matter what I'm thinking
it's the images that are worth repeating
And repeating, oh, images
images
If you're looking for a deeper meaning
I'm as deep as this high ceiling
If you think technique is meaning
you might find me very simple
You might think that images boring
cars and cans and chairs and flowers
you might find me personally boring
Hammer, sickle, Mao Tse Tong
Mao Tse Tong
ooohhh, images, images
Images
I think that it bears repeating
the images upon the ceiling
I love images worth repeating
and repeating and repeating
Images, images
oh, images, oh, images