George Harrison sings about it, Bob Dylan sings about it.
I have a new statement; language and everything we call art, came from... chemicals; in other words intoxicants.
Even nursery rhymes? Especially nursery rhymes. Just look at the texts of a nursery rhyme; something out of a Shakespeare play.

Well, as I sit here this evening, why, the question has hit me before but not with terrible importance, did Josefine Leave in this age-old love story?
I'm all comfortable with the situation now, for the most part, meaning I am happy I am getting to truth about things, like it was a murder investigation, everyone wants to know what? who? where? when? why? at least if you took it seriously, or it was a close-standing individual. You dig?

If you follow along, it is, still not, terribly important to know what coerced her to say the final words she did; I wasn't good enough pretty much like that. Right person, wrong time, keep singing Mark Knopfler... when you stop dreaming it's time to die - Shanon Hoon of Blind Melon