Friday, September 21, 2007

Amy Winehouse


If you haven't checked out Amy Winehouse please, please, please do yourself the favor and listen to her album, Back to Black. It's really amazing. I haven't heard anyone sing like this in a long time. Her voice is unique, especially compared to what's out there today. Her songs don't seem manufactured at all because they are so personal. At the risk of sounding cheesy, you can really feel what she's going through when she's singing. Please understand that I'm not a fan of everything Amy does with her life. I don't understand her hair and she seems pretty wacked-out and cracked-out and probably needs serious help. But her music is undeniable.
My favorite song on Back to Black is "Love is a Losing Game". I find it really sad, but I really like it. The words mixed with the rise and fall of the music is a little gut-wrenching. It wouldn't do the song justice to just put the lyrics on here because I feel that the music tells as much of the story as the words do. However, "Wake Up Alone" is a really great song that you can get the whole story from by reading the lyrics. Ever been in this situation?

It's okay in the day, I'm staying busy
Tied up enough so I don’t have to wonder where is he
Got so sick of crying, so just lately
When I catch myself, I do a 180

I stay up clean the house, At least I'm not drinking
Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking
That silent sense of content
That everyone gets
Just disappears soon as the sun sets

His face in my dreams, seizing my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked to the soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone

Bothers my heart, I'd rather be restless
The second I stop the sleep catches up and I'm breathless
Got this ache in my chest
Cuz my day is done now
The dark covers me and I cannot run now

My blood running cold I stand before him
It's all I can do to assure him
When he comes to me
I drip for him tonight
Drowning in me, we bathe under blue light

His face in my dreams, seizing my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked to the soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone

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