jueves, 28 de julio de 2011

Se fué una Gran Artista,Amy tu voz era Única!

"Back to Black"

He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black

We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to Black

"You Know That I'm Not Good"

Cause you’re my fella, my guy,
hand me your stella and fly,
by the time I’m out the door,
you tear men down like Roger Moore,

I cheated myself,
like i knew, i would,
i told you, i was trouble,
you know that I’m no good,

"You Sent My Flying
And although my pride's not easily disturbed
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
With you battered jeans and your beastie tee
Now I can't work like this with you next to me

His message was brutal but the delivery was kind
maybe if I get this down I'll get it off my mind
It serves to condition me and smoothen mi kinks
despite my frustration for the way that he thinks
and I knew the truth, when it came, would be to that effect
At least you're attracted to me which I did not expect
didn't think you get my number down and such
but I never hated myself for my age so much

"Tears Dry on their Own"

All I'll can ever be to you
Is a darkness that we know,
And this regret I got accustomed to.

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.

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 an inevitable withdrawal.
Even if I stop wanting you
A perspective pushes true,
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.


"Love is a Losing Game"


Though I'm rather 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 Wake Up Alone"


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


Amy Winehouse,una artista extraordinaria...
Me enteré de su música una noche de verano en la cual decidí salir a tomar unos tragos con amigos,y fué ahi en donde en ese bar chico de mi pueblo en donde vi uno de los recitales de esta Gran Artista!
Mientras me tomaba una Quilmes empezó a sonar Back to Black!Y me enamoré al instante de su música!!...
Me pareció una chica con mucha personalidad, nunca había visto a alguien de éste género musical con esa forma de llevar el cabello tan particular,ni con esos tatuajes!!...
Asi que a pesar de que no soy una fanática extrema, disfruté más de una tarde con su hermosa música,y más de una tarde lluviosa he llorado con sus temas con los cuales me sentia tan identificada!
Es por eso que puedo decir que Fuiste una gran artista y siempre vas a seguir viviendo en nuestros corazones, y a pesar de tus excesos creo que disfrutaste tu vida al máximo y pudiste dar todo de vos..y eso es lo único que importa!
Amy Fuiste una Gran Mujer!
Tu Talento será siempre Recordado!

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