Pop Society - Palazzo Ducale Genova

Drella

Images (Reed/Cale - Songs For Drella)

 

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, those images
images, those 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
those 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 am thinking
it’s images are worth repeating
And repeating, those 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 the images are boring
cars and cans and chairs and flowers
and you might find me personally boring
Hammer, sickle, Mao Tse Tong
Mao Tse Tong
those images, those images
Images

I think that it bears repeating
the images upon the ceiling
I love images worth repeating
and repeating and repeating
Images, images
those images, those images

George Orson Welles (May 6, 1915 – October 10, 1985)

Word On A Wing

In this age of grand illusion
You walked into my life
out of my dreams
I don’t need another change
Still you forced away
into my scheme of things

You say we’re growing,
growing heart and soul
In this age of grand illusion
You walked into my life
out of my dreams
Sweet name, you’re born once again for me
Sweet name, you’re born once again for me
Oh sweet name, I call you again
You’re born once again for me
Just because I believe don’t mean I don’t think as well
Don’t have to question everything
in heaven or hell

Lord, I kneel and offer you
my word on a wing
And I’m trying hard to fit
among your scheme of things

It’s safer than a strange land
But I still care for myself
And I don’t stand in my own light
Lord, lord, my prayer flies
like a word on a wing

My prayer flies
like a word on a wing
Does my prayer fit in
with your scheme of things?

In this age of grand illusion
You walked into my life
out of my dreams
Sweet name, you’re born once again for me
Just as long as I can see, I’ll never stop this vision flowing
I look twice and you’re still flowing
Just as long as I can walk
I’ll walk beside you, I’m alive in you
Sweet name, you’re born once again for me
And I’m ready to shape the scheme of things

Ooh, ready to shape
the scheme of things

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