Images Filmography

• The Wizard of Oz in Concert: Dreams Come True (1995)
• The Wizard of Oz in Concert: Dreams Come True (1995)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Images - Nina Simone
• Images - Lou Reed
• Images - Hawkwind
• Images - P.O.D.
• Images - John Cale
• Images - Bel Canto
• Images - Sadus
• Images - A Hero A Fake
• Images - Nell James

She does not know her beauty
She thinks her brown glory
She thinks her brown body has no glory
If she could dance naked under palm trees
And see her image in the river she would know
Yes, she would know
But there are no palm trees in the street
No palm trees in the street
And dishwater gives back no images
She does not know her beauty
She thinks her brown body has no glory
If she could dance naked under palm trees
And see her image in the river she would know
Yes, she would know yes, she would know
But there are no palm trees in the street
No palm trees in the street

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
Ah, repeating, 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
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

Memories surround them
Walking through the door
Smells of dust and summer heat
Embroidering his thoughts
The seeing hand
The face of fate
The shifting scenes I can't explain
The crazy fool who screams his pain
As he tries to cheat life's final game
Whispering from the balcony
Fingers in the hall
The well worn path of alternity
Appearing here once more
It's gone now
It's gone now
Twists the soul
Turns Flesh to stone
The fear and the anger
Of the lost, and alone
Endless dreams of wasted days
Slowly fades away
Laughter echoes bitterly
There's no need to stay

Breathe
This is the knowledge that I bring,
Universal worldwide culture
Inhale, exhale
I takes it all in
No second guessing
Truth brings forth a new passion
No second guessing
Push aside this fate for the ransom
Stands among, gold seven and lox'd up
White wool; fire eyes, glowing in red
Water of rush, planet hold, in double edge
Falling down dead, last first, it's one life
Life source, in resurrection, these bloodstains
Shining face, this morning stars reflections
Embracing light, the clearness of sunrise
Tower strong, in this refuge, my fortress
Breathe
This is the knowledge that I bring,
Universal worldwide culture
Inhale, exhale
I takes it all in
No second guessing
Truth brings froth a new passion
No second guessing

Words and music: Lou Reed & John Cale
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
Images
Images
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
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
Images
Images
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 -
I think that it bears repeating the images upon the ceiling
I love images worth repeating and repeating and repeating
Images
Images
Images
Images

It took some time before it entered my mind,
Before it did, I was fine, I was o.k.
It took some time but when it did cross my mind,
I thought my head was about to detonate.
Images of baby turtles in a commotion
Cracking their eggs and shuffling around in the sand.
Trying desperately to find their way to the ocean
In time before the big birds catch them.
It took some time before it entered my mind, before,
I kind of was blind, I didn't see.
It took some time but when it did cross my mind,
It felt like something inside me was set free.
Images of levitating frogs in motion high up above in enormous magnetic fields.
Images of fishes hopping up from the ocean.
Images of...
In time, in time, in time, it will most surely be time.
Images of psychedelic rats in a fountain which I just passed about two hours ago.
Some of them with different luminous starmaps on, one was transparent and indigo.
Images of army snails down under the ocean fighting their way by eating up monstergrass.
Wonder if they do or do not take any notion?
Images of...
In time...in time, in time, in time, in time, in time, in time,

Oppressed by darkness in the mind, unleashed action
Illusions forming to a substance, manifestation
Confused beyond reality, false-fact-fusion
Engulfed chaotic interlude, obscure vision
When the sick mind is left to rule...
Confusion grows, thoughts intertwine
Memory is a blur in a scenario of time
Details are exposed, but remain ignored
Things that are real, are found in a dream
The way in which to see things is not what it seems
Looking for answers, in a mirror that is blank
Images overlap
Reflections deviate
Images overlap
Reflections deviate
Vengeance, sickness claims its spite, twisted memory
Unbalance of fantasy and reality, ruptured harmony
Fiction animated falsely, materialized
There's no reason for deception, there's no lie
When the sick mind is left to rule...
Vast capacity of imagination
Within focus of concentration
Abstract input disrupting aim
Course of option appears the same
A rapid static flashing glance
Only a sudden random chance
When reasons defy reality
Insight has no authority
Visions that reality hid
Victimized by the Id
That's the reflections I despise
Or is it true the mirror lies?
The truth is clouded from my sight
Radiating heat not light
Mirages forming identity
Thoughts becoming entity
Images overlap
Reflections deviate
Images overlap

Please don't leave me dying here
Let me run my fingers through your hair
And tell you I love you just one last time
One last time
Please don't leave me in despair
These walls are closing; I'm left with no air
The scent of your skin was the last breath I bared
And I know that I am gone
Left you there with open arms
As you're waiting for me to come back home
There is so much I can take, bleeding regrets, your hearts palpitate
As you're waiting for me to come back home, to come back home
Please don't leave me dying here
Let me run my fingers through your hair
And tell you I love you just one last time
Just one last time
Please don't leave me in despair
These walls are closing, I'm left with no air
The scent of your skin was the last breath I bared
Staring at this empty glass reflects images of your past
tell me that you'll wait patiently, so I ask...
Crashing identities killing my dreams
Wings are wilted from this disease
The air I need is apart of your voice
To keep me afloat to make this noise
Crashing identities killing my dreams
Guide me through the darkest of seas
The past was lurking, but you made it halt
Please don't leave me dying here
Let me run my fingers through your hair
And tell you I love you just one last time
Just one last time
Staring at this empty glass reflects images of the past
Tell me that you'll wait patiently
This is for you
And this is for me
This is for the both of us

All the images that seem to appear
Golden years gone, they bring me some fear
All the stages we pass through our age
Fiction on a stage
Greetings from days you’ve left behind
Hope you are well, what is on your mind?
Have any changes taken place
‘Sides the pictures of your face?
Carry onwards, there’s nothing to do
But live out, go on to something new
Carry history of you and me
Be what we will be
I’m a stranger in my eyes
All the makings of what we are
The places we’ve been, the blink of a star
All the images that seem to appear
They’re not truly clear
I didn’t choose to birth to here
In these lives, in this sphere
Yet everything seems to be right
As well as anything might
They’re strangers in my eyes