Some People Don't Even Notice.

To Sing Is To Praise God And The Daffodils, And To Praise God Is To Thank Him, In Every Note Within My Small Range, And Every Color In The Tones Of My Voice, With Every Look Into The Eyes Of My Audience, To Thank Him. Thank You, God, For Letting Me Be Born, For Giving Me Eyes To See The Daffodils Lean In The Wind, All My Brothers, All My Sisters, For Giving Me Ears To Hear Crying, Legs To Come Running, Hands To Smooth Damp Hair, A Voice To Laugh With And To Sing With...to Sing To You And The Daffodils.

During The 'ballad' Years For Me, The Politics Was Latent; I Was Just Falling In Love With The Ballads And My Boyfriend. And There Was The Beauty Of The Songs.

In This Society, We Don't Like To Face The Future And The Dying Process And All Of It. Most Of Us Really Don't Want To Think About It, But It's Facing Me In The Mirror Every Day.

Put Tattoos All Up And Down Our Thighs, Do Anything Our Parents Would Despise. Take Uppers, Downers, Blues, And Reds And Yellows, Our Brains Are Turning Into Jello.

The White Music Was Melodic And Pretty, And You Had Beautiful Women's Voices Like Gogi Grant And Even The Andrews Sisters. Then I Went Directly To Rhythm And Blues, Which Had Beautiful Voices But Not Much Melody In Particular And Pretty Much The Same Chord Pattern. I Loved It, I Was Entrenched In It, But Then Folk Music Came In The Middle Of That For Me, And Made Its Own Path. And It Was Part Of The Rebellion Against Bubblegum Music, Or Music That Is Pretty But Doesn't Say Anything.