Sing It, Amy!

Sure, she's totally cracked out and a mess right now - but I'm a Fan! I love me some Amy Winehouse! I am a fan of an artist that can write and actually sing their own music. If they actually play their own music, a la Fiona Apple, then I'm an even bigger fan. Amy has great lyrics. Lets take a look at a little sample that I happen to find particularly pertinent today!






Snippets from Me and Mr. Jones:

What kind of fuckery is this?
You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh Slick Rick)
You thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did)
Can't believe you played me out like that (Ahhh)

No you ain't worth guest list
Plus one of all them girls you kiss (all them girls)
You can't keep lying to yourself like this (to yourself)
Can't believe you played yourself (out) like this

What kind of fuckery are we?
Nowadays you don't mean dick to me (dick to me)
I might let you make it up to me (make it up)
Who's playing Saturday?