Never love a singer for any reason. It’s not worth our time. He’ll probably work here for more. My baby’s loving caused the sun to shine. By this time of night, my voice warmed, ready to sing big, long, high and low, loosened by alcohol, still sober enough to manage the full scope of my art, so my search is borne full tilt to find a lyric worthy of my effort lodged within the scales of a tune, challenging, emotive, expressive, turning the crowd around to see this outstanding and striking performance.
Lord Malinov, Song of Songs