Laurence Overmire - Jettison Livingston Jones lyrics

Jettison Livingston Jones Was an artist In the truest of sense A garbage collector by trade He worked dutiful years sorting the refuse Of wasted lives Shoveling Pitching Compacting Discarding The useless, the mundane, the forgotten And every night he went home To a warm stove in a tiny cottage Kissed the woman who stayed by his side Through many a long, tormented hour Devoting his last ounce of strength To the art he so cherished— A masterpiece of soul, precious gift to the world More radiant than the portraits of Leonardo The burgeoning statues of Michaelangelo Or the staggering stars of Van Gogh— The careful, steadfast tending Of three delicate, priceless Children.