And there's no one there to dry your tears. I could hold you for a million years. To make you feel my love.

The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.

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

People tell me it's a sin, to know and feel too much within.

She had bullets in her eyes and they fired.

It will scramble your head and drag your brain about, sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out.

I forgot more than you'll ever know.