Patty Waters is a mysterious jazz singer who made two recordings in 1966 for the obscure free-jazz label ESP-Disk. One of these albums was called Sings. The cover:
The first half is fourteen minutes worth of seven songs, for solo meandering/wandering piano and searching/lost female voice, with titles like "Moon, Don't Come Up Tonight" (because her man isn't coming), "Why Can't I Come to You?" (because he doesn't want her), and "I Can't Forget You" (with key lyrics, 'Since you don't want me / It makes me want you all the more'). Blunt.
The second half is fourteen minutes worth of a freaky horror-jazz take on the traditional folk song "Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair," in which the word "black" is repeated almost ad nauseam in every vocal style known to Ms. Waters, from manly growl to high-frequency shrill to Damo Suzuki/Eye/Yoko Ono-begetting noise-making.
For reference, here is the cover of her other album, College Tour:
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