Thursday Night Music

Sometimes you have to wonder how some songs don't have millions of views. This is one of them.

I can listen to this in a loop in perpetuity.

The beauty and soul is palpable.

I guess it's appropriate this on the death of the Queen of Soul Aretha Franklin. Incidentally, Presley and Babe Ruth died on the same day.



Look out child your bound to change, You can't ever stay the same Cause if you keep on singin' the same old lines You're going to look around babe and find your friend's out of town Watch out girl the words your sayin' don't really fit the play Somebody else you might talk to now Knows what you sayin' what you mean They don't help your style You might say you ain't got a hold on yourself You might say you always try your best You might say you only need a rest You might say you can only fool yourself I said fool yourself I said fool yourself Don't believe the words you read They're written on the street And every time you know you play their game They'll knock you down and take your pride away See how bad you need to cry But no matter how you try It's the same old story once again You always have number one who calls you friend I call you friend You might say you ain't got a hold on yourself You might say you always try your best You might say you only need a rest You might say you can only fool yourself I said fool yourself I said fool yourself I said fool yourself