'little girl
of all the daughters
you were born a woman
not a slave'
Oh I hate my winsome lover
Tell him I've had others
at my breast
but tell him he has held my heart
and only now am I a virgin
I confess Love my lovething
Love is surely gospel"
Laura Nyro wrote the songs, sings the five-part harmonies, and plays the piano, backed by a big band augmented with strings. The result is a fusion of simple soul, extremely complex arrangements, dazzling vocal pyrotechnics, and a revolutionary approach to lyric writing in which rationality is dispensed with and replaced by words unintelligible if read in print, yet more meaningful and evocative when heard than any structured sequence of sentences could ever be. These words, as they appear on paper, are little more than gibberish:
"Whoa God it's hard on the chamber's walls of heartache
Baby don't love me
cause another one do"
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