After pulling out a CD I haven't heard in a while, I'm slightly put out. When it's a singer-songwriter's CD with a 24-page booklet, I reflexively expect it to include lyrics. This booklet doesn't, however. Instead, it includes photos of the musicians recording and enjoying their camaraderie. I guess I'll have to listen intently, pay attention to the lyrics while they're sung, and decode them myself.
Granted, the lyrics to most or all of these songs are probably online, but I'll respect the artist's intentions. Apparently, she decided not to include them in 1987, so I'll rediscover them as she sings them.
By any reasonable definition, that's not a hardship.
