I couldn’t stop looking at her, didn’t want to blink. She was wicked looking—shiny black hair that hung down over the curve of slender hips, drooping lashes, partly raised, no Raggedy Ann doll. The sight of her made me high. All that and her voice. It was a voice that drove out bad spirits. It was like she’d come down from another planet.
Bob Dylan on Joan Baez, Chronicles, Vol. One, 2004
I have never known the words
Well, I have tried to be true
Well, I have never known what to say
How to say...seen anything today
I've never seen anything like you
Stevie Nicks, If Anyone Falls (The Wild Heart, 1983)