I can't stand to see myself on television.
I don't think there's enough guns.
Everyone of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.
It will scramble your head and drag your brain about, sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out.
The times are a-changing and if we don't we will sink like a stone.
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