The allusion was that I was actually naked. I loved that. It always, kind of shocked people enough that they became mine immediately.
Music is a gift and a burden I've had since I can remember who I was.
It was always Marx, Lenin, and revolution - real girl's talk.
From the beginning, it has been a no-no for a black man to touch a white woman.
What is love but a prelude to sorrow...with heartache ahead for your goal.
Funk, gospel, blues is all out of slavery times, out of depression, out of sorrow.