Amy Jade Winehouse (born 14 September 1983) is an English singer-songwriter, known for her eclectic mix of various musical genres including R&B, soul, and jazz.[2] Winehouse is best known for her powerful contralto vocals[3] and substance abuse and mental health issues[4][5] In 2005, she went through a period of drinking, heavy drug use, violent mood swings and weight loss.
Winehouse's 2003 debut album Frank was critically successful in the UK, and was nominated for the Mercury Prize. Her 2006 follow-up album Back to Black led to six Grammy Award nominations and five wins, tying the record for the most wins by a female artist in a single night, and made Winehouse the first British singer to win five Grammys, including three of the "Big Four": Best New Artist, Record of the Year and Song of the Year. On 14 February 2007, she won a BRIT Award for Best British Female Artist; she had also been nominated for Best British Album. She has won the Ivor Novello Award three times, one in 2004 for Best Contemporary Song (musically and lyrically) for "Stronger Than Me", one in 2007 for Best Contemporary Song for "Rehab", and one in 2008 for Best Song Musically and Lyrically for "Love Is a Losing Game", among other prestigious distinctions. The album was the third biggest seller of the 2000s in the United Kingdom. Winehouse has agreed to form a group with The Roots drummer ?uestlove.
Winehouse has been credited as being an influence in the rise in popularity of female musicians and soul music and revitalising British music. Winehouse's distinctive style has been the muse for fashion designers such as Karl Lagerfeld. The singer's problems with drug and alcohol abuse, as well as self-destructive behaviour, have become regular tabloid news since 2007. She and her former husband, Blake Fielder-Civil, were plagued by legal troubles that left him serving prison time. In 2008, Winehouse faced a series of health complications that threatened both her career and her life.[10][11]
Birth name Amy Jade Winehouse
Born 14 September 1983 (1983-09-14) (age 27)
Southgate, London, England
Genres Soul, R&B, jazz
Occupations Singer, songwriter
Years active 2003–present
Labels Island, Lioness, Universal Republic (U.S.
1. TEARS DRY ON THEIR OWN
[Songwriters: Winehouse, Amy;]
All I can ever be to you is a darkness that we know
And this regret I got accustomed to
Once it was so right when we were at our high
Waiting for you in the hotel at night
I knew I hadn't met my match but every moment we could snatch
I don?t know why I got so attached
It?s my responsibility and you don?t owe nothing to me
But to walk away, I have no capacity
He walks away, the sun goes down
He takes the day but I?m gone
And in your way in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own
I don?t understand, why do I stress the man
When there?s so many better things at hand
We could a never had it all, we had to hit a wall
So this is inevitable withdrawal
Even if I stop wanting you, a perspective pushes through
I?ll be some next man?s other woman soon
I cannot play myself again, I should just be my own best friend
Not **** myself in the head with stupid men
He walks away, the sun goes down
He takes the day but I?m gone
And in your way in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own
So we are history, your shadow covers me
The sky above, a blaze
He walks away, the sun goes down
He takes the day but I?m gone
And in your way in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own
I wish I could sing no regrets and no emotional debts
'Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets
So we are history, the shadow covers me
The sky above, a blaze that only lovers see
He walks away, the sun goes down
He takes the day but I?m gone
And in your way my blue shade
My tears dry on their own
He walks away, the sun goes down
He takes the day but I am gone
And in your way my deep shade
My tears dry on their own
He walks away, the sun goes down
He takes the day but I?m gone
And in your way my deep shade
My tears dry
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2. IN MY BED
Wish I could say it breaks my heart
like you did in the beginning
Its not that we grew apart
a nightingale no longer singing
Its something i know you cant do
seperate sex with emotion
I sleep alone the sun comes up
your still clinging to that notion
Every thing is slowing down
river of no return
recognise my every sound
there is nothing new to learn
you'll never get my mind right
like 2 ships passing in the night
in the night, in the night
want the same thing where we lay
otherwise mines a different way
a different way from where Im going
oh, its you again listen this isnt a reunion
so sorry if i turn my head
yours is a familliar face
but that dont make your place safe
in my bed my bed my bed
I never thought my memory
of what we had could be intruded
but I couldnt let it be
I needed it as much as you did
Now its not hard to understand
why we just speak at night
The only time I hold your hand
is to get the angle right
Everything is slowing down
river of no return
you recognise my every sound
theres nothing new to learn
you'll never get my mind right
like 2 ships passing in the night
in the night in the night
want the same thing where we lay
otherwise mines a different way
a different way from where im going
oh, its you again listen this isnt a reunion
so sorry if I turn my head
yours is a familliar face
but that dont make your place safe
in my bed, my bed, my ba ba dee dee bed
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3. YOU KNOW I AM NO GOD
Songwriters: Winehouse, Amy;
Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull T-shirt
You say, "What did you do with him today?"
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray
'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
Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy
He's in a place but I can't get joy
Thinking on you in the final throes
This is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta
You say, "When we married", 'cause you're not bitter
There'll be none of him no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Sweet reunion Jamaica and Spain
We're like how we were again
I'm in the tub, you on the seat
Lick your lips as a I soak my feet
And then you notice likkle carpet burns
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
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4. LOVE IS A LOSING GAME
Songwriters: Winehouse, Amy;
For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is a losing game
Why do I wish I never played
Oh, what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game
Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
Self professed, profound
Till the chips were down
Know you?re a gambling man
Love is a losing hand
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
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5. F**K ME PUMPS
When you walk in the bar,
And you dressed like a star,
Rockin' your F me pumps.
And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
Cuz you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that's you whole claim to fame.
Never miss a night,
Cuz your dream in life,
Is to be a footballers wife.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
You don't like ballers,
They don't do nothing for ya,
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller.
You're more than a fan,
Lookin' for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.
He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.
In the morning you're vexed,
He's onto the next,
And you didn't even get no taste.
Don't be too upset,
If they call you a skank,
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
Or them big ballers,
Don't do nothing for ya.
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller,
You can't sit down right,
Cuz you jeans are too tight,
And your lucky its ladies night.
With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
So you did Miami,
Cuz you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.
You drank too much martini
Met somebody,(nicky)
And spent the night not getting depressed
Without girls like you,
There'd be no fun,
We'd go to the club and not see anyone.
Without girls like you,
There's no nightlife,
All those men just go home to their wives.
Don't be mad at me,
Cuz you're pushing thirty one
And your old tricks no longer work.
You should have known from the job,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pumps
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6. ALL MY LOVIN
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you
Remember I'll always be true
And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you
I'll pretend that I'm kissing
The lips that I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true
And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you
All my loving, I will send to you
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All my loving, darling I'll be true
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you
Remember I'll always be true
And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you
All my loving, I will send to you
All my loving, darling I'll be true
All my loving, all my loving
Ooh, all my loving, I will send to you
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7. JUST FRIENDS
When will we get the time to be just friends
It's never safe for us not even in the evening
'cos I've been drinking
Not in the morning where your shit works
It's always dangerous when everybody's sleeping
And I've been thinking
Can we be alone?
Can we be alone?
When will we get the time to be just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends
And no I'm not ashamed but the guilt will kill you
If she don't first
I'll never love you like her
Though we need to find the time
To just do this shit together
For it gets worse
I wanna touch you
But that just hurts
When will we get the time to be just just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends, just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends, just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends, just friends
Just friends
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8. YOU SEND MY FLYING [ CHERRY]
Lent you outsiders and my new Badu
while you were thinking I didn't have a clue
tough to sort files with your voice in my head
So then I bribed you downstairs with a malboro red
and now I feel so small discovering you knew
How much more torture would you have put me through?
you probably saw me laughing at all your jokes
or how I did not mind when you stole all my smokes
And although my pride is not easy to disturb
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
With your battered jeans (yeah) and your beastie tee
Now I can't work like this with you next to me
And although he is nothing in the scheme of my years
it just serves to blugdeon my futile tears
And I'm not use to this,no no I observe, I don't chase
But now i sit with consequences thrust in my face
And the melodramas of my day deliver blows,
that surpass your rejection it just goes to show,
a simple attraction that reflects right back to me
so I'm not as into you as I appear to be.
although my pride yeah is not easily disturbed yeah yeah
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
With you battered jeans yeah and your beasties 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
oh it serves to condition me and smoothen my kinks,
despite my frustation 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 yeah
And although my pride yeah is not easily disturbed
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
so with your battered jeans and your beasties tee
Now I can't work like this with you next to me
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9. REHAB
[Songwriters: Winehouse, Amy;]
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
He's tried to make me go to rehab, I won't go, go, go
I'd rather be at home with Ray
I ain't got seventeen 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 we 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
He's tried to make me go to rehab, I won't go, go, go
The man said, "Why do you think you here?"
I said, "I got no idea"
I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby
So I always keep a bottle near
He said, "I just think you're depressed
Kiss me, yeah baby and go rest"
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 don't ever wanna drink again
I just, ooh, I just need a friend
I'm not gonna spend ten weeks
Have everyone think I'm on the mend
And it's not just my pride
It's just 'til these tears have dried
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
He's tried to make me go to rehab, I won't go, go, go
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10. 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.....
I go back to us
I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black,
I go back to
I go back to
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black
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