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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
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