July 25th, 2011
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Amy Winehouse was with us for only 27 years.  But in that short time her artistic flame burned hot and bright even as she continually battled for control over her addiction to drugs and alcohol.

Artistically she broke new ground, writing and recording bluesy, hard-rocking songs addressing heartbreak and her self-destructive lifestyle.  Yet for her family and millions of fans, there was always the hope that she would turn things around and bring her demons under control.

Very sadly, that was not to be and we are left with the gift of her incredible music.  One of my favorites from her Grammy-award winning album, “Back To Black” is the song, “Tears Dry On Their Own”.   Here are the lyrics that I sing with her every time I hear this song:

“Tears Dry On Their Own”
Songwriters: Valerie Simpson; Nickolas Ashford; Amy Jade Winehouse
All I can ever be to you,
Is the darkness that we knew,
And this regret I’ve 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 grown,
And there’s no way, in this blue shape,
My tears dry on their own,
I don’t understand
How do I stress A man,
When there’s so many bigger things at hand,
We could a never had it all,
We had hit a wall,
So this is inevitable withdrawl,
Even if I stop wanting you,
A Perspective pushes true,
I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon,
I shouldn’t play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend
Not f*** myself in the head with stupid men,
So we are history,
YOUR  shadow covers me
The sky above,
A blaze only that lovers see
I wish I could say 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 grown,
And in no way,
In my deep shape
My tears dry
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