I'm One Too Many Mornings, And A

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

Bob Dylan Wrote In His Elliptical Memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, He Was Washed Up In The 1980s, No Longer A Commercial Success, And No Longer Putting Out Good Work.

Every Pleasure's Got An Edge Of Pain, Pay Your Ticket And Don't Complain

Good Intentions Can Be Evil, Both Hands Are Full Of Grease. You Know, Sometimes Satan Comes As A Man Of Peace.

When You Got Nothing, You Got Nothin' To Lose You're Invisible Now, You Got No Secrets To Conceal.