This love song brings the pain of the penultimate track to a crashing halt. With the stain left behind from her lover, she has been given the rebirth through the emergence of her son, Zion: “Now the joy of my world lives in Zion.”
Doo Wop (That Thing):
The single that launched Lauryn’s second coming. It’s a song that sonically peaks in a way that no song had prior to her album, with nods to the elegant grace of doo-wop harmonies. Her lyrics play a stark contrast to the polish and sweetness inherent in the doo-wop of the 60s. They’re rugged, honest, and picturesque in a way that many people who heard its melodic groove may have missed.
She manages to spread the message of safely guarding your emotions in lieu of becoming a victim to lust and false pretences of romance:
It’s been three weeks since you’ve been lookin’ for your friend.
The one you let hit it and never called you again.
Remember when he told you he was bout the Benjamins.
You act like you don’t hear, then give him a little trim.
How you even gonna pretend like you wasn’t down, then you called him again.
Plus, when you give it up so easy you ain’t even foolin’ him.
If you did now then you’ll probably do it again.
She’s lyrically as brutal as Bruce Lee — the beauty in her delivery doesn’t mask the power behind the words. With backing harmonies that are as brilliant as the lyrics themselves, the song surges with Hill’s vocal prowess (before the ache of Marsha Ambrosius, we had Lauryn’s enigmatic croon).
Nothing Even Matters:
There are a few songs that question love and its powers over the physical and mental well-being of those who are taken aback with its strength. However, Lauryn’s duet with D’Angelo manages to highlight the joy of love — giving the pain of the prior songs scope as she unmasks the all-encompassing beauty of the beast. It’s a song of choice — if given one, I’d still choose love.
It’s a track that opens the heart and gives the loving side a place to rest.
Now the skies could fall, not even if my boss should call, the world it seems so very small. ‘Cuz nothing even matters at all.
It’s as simple as love itself. All the complexities and grievances that people have about love are all complicated when you melt away the human element and are simply left with the glory of love itself.
These buildings could drift out to sea, some natural catastrophe. Still, there’s no place I’d rather be. ‘Cuz nothing even matters to me.