So I Cut Off My Hair And

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

Folk Music Is A Bunch Of Fat People.

With Your Silhouette When The Sunlight Dims Into Your Eyes Where The Moonlight Swims, And Your Match-book Songs And Your Gypsy Hymns, Who Among Them Would Try To Impress You? -bob Dylan, "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands” (1966)

On The Stone That Remains Carved Next To His Name, His Epitaph Plain, Only A Pawn In Their Game.

The Land Of Milk And Honey, They Say It Is The Land Of Money.