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

I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.

A cat's meow and cow's moo, I can recite them all.

New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.

If my thought-dreams could be seen/ They'd probably put my head in a guillotine.

Bob Dylan wasn't a big star early on; it was the release of his Greatest Hits album in 1967, and the mainstream success of the stoner anthem "Rainy Day Women #12 & 35" ("Everybody must get stoned!"), that really put him on the mainstream map.

Freedom just around the corner for you, but with the truth so far off, what good will it do?