Recently I saw the 2015 Amy Winehouse documentary, “Amy,” which follows the singer from her youth in North London to her death at age 27. Her first manager, Nick Shymansky, explained that Winehouse wrote poetry before she wrote songs. As Winehouse’s voice began to growl and croon in the audio, the poems that created that music appeared on the screen, handwritten, on yellow paper ruled with teal lines. Written, they were poems. Sung, they were lyrics. It was a difference only of category.With a visceral thrill, I understood: the songs we know by heart are also poems.
– Liesl Schillinger – “You can recite more poems than you realize” – July 31, 2016 – Los Angeles Times