Woman's Gotta Have It

Preach it, Bobby.

Men, take note.

Ooooohhh, a sssspiiiralling sssaaafarrriii of ssssoooundsssss and sssaaampppleessss...

One of Bonobo's direly under-recognised songs off the album 'Dial 'M' For Monkey': 

Wordsworth

' [...] For I have learned

To look on nature, not as in the hour

Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes

The still, sad music of humanity,

Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power

To chasten and subdue. And I have felt 

A presence that disturbs me with the joy

Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime

Of something far more deeply interfused,

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,

And the round ocean, and the living air,

And the blue sky, and in the mind of man,

A motion and a spirit, that impels 

All thinking things, all objects of all thought,

And rolls through all things.'

From Wordsworth's 'Tintern Abbey'