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Waiting For His Ship To Come In. 10" x 32", 1992. 23K gold leaf, found photograph, conceptual calligraphy.
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Transliteration
Song lyrics
After all, we're still one
But 'til then
All manner
Of evil is done.
in the end
Of its own will
The unyeilding line will bend
But 'til then
just so you know
Nothing's been given
It's only been lent.
Sum it up
It doesn't add to much
But 'til then
The cost of
Every touch.
Let it flow,
It's all a dream
But 'til then
How many more
Must drown
Midstream.
Here is justice
With a sword of gold,
But 'til then
How to keep a
Tired heart
From growing cold.
If there is no birth
Then for certain
No death.
But 'til then
I must mind
My very breath.
Yes, of course
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But 'til then
Could you name
Me all the others.
If nothing is lost
Then nothing
Need be found
But 'til then
The people of the world
Sleep sorrow bound.
We've been given
The powers to be,
But 'til then
Most of us
Never will live free.
One thing is clear
We all yearn the same
But 'til then
The mercy needs
A cruel game.
It's evidently true
I'm neither me
Nor am I you
But 'til then
To fight, it
Must take two.
We may have heard it all
Life times before
But 'til then
The wreckage
Seeks the distant shore.
Behind every sigh
There flies a song
But 'til then
This list, it can grow
How very long...
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