Being In Your Forties - Any Woman

I'm Not Not Going To Stop Giving Away What I Feel About Something.

I Think There Are Pieces Of Me You've Never Seen.

There's A Richness To The Old Works If You Look Before The 1950s. The Chord Progressions And The Language Was More Complicated, Especially In The Jazz And Classical World.

I Call That God The Little G. Because The God That We've Been Worshipping Is Not To Me The Supreme Creator. Anybody Who Needs To Control And Make People Feel Ashamed. . .it's Like, 'i Send My Only Begotten Son. . .' Well You Know, That Concept Of Sending A Son Where We As Women Could, Like, Breastfeed Him And Give Him Milk, But He's Not Gonna Soil His Dinky With Us? What's That All About?

The Sun Is Getting Dim, Will I Pay For Who I've Been?