All this talk about favourite images now. Man! I can't think of one off hand that ain't a favourite image. Might have been an easier poser - is there anything she's painted in her word tapestries that leave you ... well ... well ... blank? Lines she put there that should've been erased. She sings in swirling oils and paints words woven with woe and wonder simultaneously. A lyrical landscape of musical musings. My 2am's worth. BTW - I still reckon the song DJRD is her lyrical peak. Out on the vast and subtle plains of mystery a split tongue spirit talks ....... snakes ... eagles in jet trails ... big bird dragging its tail in the dust .... kite flying on a string. And the rest. As I say, easier (though ironically harder) to choose a line that doesn't have an image to talk about. Therefore, why talk about it? One that hasn't been mentioned so far (oh here I go getting into it) the recent; In the back booth of an all night cafe, Two dripping raincoats are hanging, Outside in the weather, The shade on the streetlight is clanging, And they smile ear to ear eye to eye, Ice cream is melting on a piece of pie, oh oh my my, My my I should get off to bed. Willy the Shake
