I Read, I Painted, I Didn't Hate

I Read A Story About Some Old Opera Singer Once, And When A Guy Asked Her To Marry Him, She Took Him Backstage After She Had Sung A Real Triumph, With All The People Calling For Her, Asked, 'do You Think You Could Give Me That?' That Story Hit Me Right, Man. I Know No Guy Ever Made Me Feel As Good As An Audience. I'm Really Far Into This Now, Really Committed. Like, I Don't Think I'd Go Off The Road For Long Now, For Life With A Guy No Matter How Good. Yeah, It's The Truth. Scary Thing To Say Though, Isn't It?

On Stage I Make Love To Twenty Five Thousand People; And Then I Go Home Alone.

You Know Why We're Stuck With The Myth That Only Black People Have Soul? Because White People Don't Let Themselves Feel Things.

When I Sing, I Feel Like When You're First In Love. It's More Than Sex. It's That Point Two People Can Get To They Call Love, When You Really Touch Someone For The First Time, But It's Gigantic, Multiplied By The Whole Audience. I Feel Chills.

You Can Feel All Things At Once, So Why Not Wear All Things At Once?