I Can't Stand To See Myself On

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

I Fought With My Twin, The Enemy Within.

You Were Born With A Snake In Both Of Your Fists While A Hurricane Was Blowing.

She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell, Took Off Her Wig, Said, How Do I Smell? I Hot Footed It Barenaked Out The Window.

That's Another Way Of Writing A Song, Of Course. Just Talking To Somebody That Ain't There. That's The Best Way. That's The Truest Way. Then It Just Becomes A Question Of How Heroic Your Speech Is. To Me, It's Something To Strive After.