Amy Winehouse

Amy Winehouse

Amy Jade Winehouse (September 14, 1983July 23, 2011) was an English jazz and soul singer and songwriter from Southgate, London.

QuotesEdit

  • I'm a songwriter but she [Katie Melua] has her songs written for her... She must think it's her fucking lucky day... It's not like she's singing old songs like Jamie [Cullum], she's singing shit new songs that her manager writes for her.
    • Sara McDonnell, "Amy Winehouse - Frank About All That Jazz" musicOMH 2004-04-04
It's not important to me to make other people at ease. I am difficult, but that's 'cause I don’t really give a fuck.
  • It's not important to me to make other people at ease. I am difficult, but that's 'cause I don’t really give a fuck.

Song lyricsEdit

Frank (2003)Edit

  • You should be stronger than me,
    But instead you're longer than frozen turkey,
    Why'd you always put me in control?
    All I need is for my man to live up to his role,
    Always wanna talk it through- I'm ok,
    Always have to comfort you every day,
    But that's what I need you to do - are you gay?
  • You can't sit down right,
    Cause your jeans are too tight,
    And you're lucky it's ladies night.
    With your big empty purse,
    Every week it gets worse,
    At least your breasts cost more than hers.
  • You've got a degree in philosophy,
    So you think you're cleverer than me.
    But I'm not just some drama queen,
    Cos it's where you're at not where you've been.
    So what do you expect from me,
    To hold your head above the sea?
    And there are you even though you're bigger,
    Cos don't you know you crush my tiny figure?
    And anyway we're still so young
    And this isn't yet the day.
    I can't help you if you won't help yourself.
  • You'll never get my mind right
    like 2 ships passing in the night.
  • The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas
    Put it in the box, put it in the box
    Frank's in there and I don't care
    Put it in the box, put it in the box,
    Now take it,Take the box.
  • My destructive side has grown a mile wide
    and I question myself again: what is it about men?
    • What It Is About Men

Back To Black (2006)Edit

  • Though I battle blind,
    Love is a fate resigned
    Memories mar my mind,
    Love is a fate resigned
    Over futile odds,
    And laughed at by the gods
    And now the final frame,
    Love is a losing game.
  • I'd rather be at home with Ray,
    I ain't got seventy days
    Cause there's nothing,
    There's nothing you can teach me
    That I can't learn from Mr Hathaway.
    I didn't get a lot in class
    But I know it don't come in a shot glass.
  • They tried to make me go to Rehab
    I said no, no, no
    Yes, I've been black, but when I come back
    You'll know, know, know!
    I ain’t got the time,
    And if my daddy thinks I'm fine
    Just try to make me go to rehab
    I won't go, go, go.
  • He left no time to regret,
    Kept his dick wet,
    With his same old safe bet.
    Me & my head high,
    And my tears dry,
    Get on without my guy.
  • I don't understand,
    Why do I stress a man,
    When there's so many bigger things at hand.
    We could've never had it all,
    We had to hit a wall,
    So this is inevitable withdrawal.
    Even if I stop wanting you
    And perspective pushes through,
    I'll be some next man's other woman soon.
    I couldn't play myself again,
    I should just be my own best friend,
    Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men.
  • He walks away,
    The sun goes down,
    He takes the day but I'm grown
    And in your way,
    In this blue shade
    My tears dry on their own.
  • Then you notice likkle carpet burn
    My stomach drop and my guts churn
    You shrug and it's the worst
    Who truly stuck the knife in first?
    I cheated myself like I knew I would
    I told you I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
    I cheated myself, like I knew I would
    I told you I was trouble, yeah you know that I'm no good.
  • 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.
    • Wake Up Alone
  • What kind of fuckery is this?
    You made miss the Slick Rick gig.
    • Me & Mr. Jones
  • I'll battle this bitter finale,
    Just me, my dignity and this guitar case.
    • Some Unholy War

External linksEdit

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