In Fleetwood Mac, she's the visionary queen of imagistic heartbreak. Solo, she's an arena-rock diva immersed in self-regard. This one proves it. Her songs drone on like tattered fabric held up by fairy-tale lyrics too focused on magical archetypes to realize the emotional core that makes those archetypes so fantastic. "Stand Back" is too catchy; attribute that to Prince's synth line. Important lyrics: "Don't blame it on me, blame it on my wild heart"--well, okay; "No one knows how I feel/What I say unless you read between my lines"--no s**t.