Oh Janis,

 Maybe sudden surges of summer are well worth surrender, while casually I imagine being free. Please point me towards the nearest mud pit which exists miraculously spotless, clean.
 Maybe mondays have murdered some others. Despite lyrical claims of fragmentation, I doubt you misplaced a single sliver of heart within the limit of your years.
 Maybe music provides more than theme, while I listen to you through technologies which weren't around while you actually breathed.