“I lost my eyes In east wind skies Here's where I've cried Where I've tried Where God and the Tendaberry rise Where Quakers and revolutionaries Join for life” EyeLostSkyWindEastRevolutionaryCriedQuaker Author:Laura Nyro
“There are no limitations with a song. To me a song is a little piece of art. It can be whatever you like it to be. You can write the simplest song, and that's lovely, or you can just write a song that is abstract art. ... A lot of my songs are very serious, I'm like dead serious about certain things and I feel that I'm writing about the world, through my own eyes. ... I have a love for simple basic song structure, although sometimes you'd never know it. ... Most of the songs I wrote at night. I would just wake in the middle of the night. That's when I found the space to write.” KnowsWorldFeelsWritingLittlesArtSometimesEyeNightCertainSongFoundMy OwnSimpleSpacePiecesMiddleSeriousStructureLovelyLimitationAbstractSongwritingBe YouSimplestYou Like ItMiddle Of The NightAbstract Art Author:Laura Nyro
