Well, it's hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon When it's nine below zero And three o'clock in the afternoon.

I'm the oldest son of a crazy man, I'm in a cowboy band.

Well, I try my best to be just like I am, But everybody wants you to be just like them, They sing while you slave and I just get bored

I've been up the mountain and I had a choice. Should I come down? So I came down. God said, Okay, you've been up on the mountain, now you go down. You're on your own, free. Check in later, but now you're on your own.

Silvio, I gotta go, find out something only dead men know.

It's not easy to define poetry.

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