Look Lak She Been Livin' Through Uh

When Janie Looked Out Of Her Door She Saw The Drifting Mists Gathered In The West -- That Cloud Field Of The Sky -- To Arm Themselves With Thunders And March Forth Against The World. Louder And Higher And Lower And Wider The Sound And Motion Spread, Mounting, Sinking, Darking.

Research Is Formalized Curiosity. It Is Poking And Prying With A Purpose.

Now They Got To Look Into Me Loving Tea Cake And See Whether It Was Done Right Or Not! They Don't Know If Life Is A Mess Of Corn-meal Dumplings, And If Love Is A Bed-quilt!

Tea Cake, The Son Of The Evening Sun, Had To Die For Loving Her.

Gods Always Behave Like The People Who Make Them.