Amy Winehouse rocks my socks. Her, voice, her style, her balls to the walls attitude, her messy fucked up-ness. You don't get a voice filled with soul like that with out having lived a life...without living a life.
She's got personal problems.. yeah so what, who the fuck doesn't. I don't want squeaky clean, pristine, white washed, bullshit in my ear when I'm alone in the dark, contomplating my life. I don't want homogenised pop music i cant relate to blaring out my car stereo as i blaze down the 101 way over the speed limit on the way to screw a stranger 12 ways to Sunday. I want it gritty and i want it real and i wanna feel it.
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
She's got depth.... and shes got pipes... and she's got my attention.
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Friday, February 29, 2008
Sinff me out like I was Tanqueray
from the mind of
Jenny DeMilo
at
8:06 PM
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Labels: Amy Winehouse, Music
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