Some are masters of illusions, some are ministers of trade, all under the same delusion, all their beds unmade.
Aretha with no goals, eternally single & one step soft of heaven/ let it be understood that she owns this melody along with her emotional diplomats & her earth & her musical secrets
He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich.
She's a hypnotist collector; you are a walking antique.
There are things I could say. But I don't.
I don't write the songs; I just write 'em down.