Talia's Song Pick-o-the-week

I've been listening to Amy Winehouse's new album, Back to Black, all morning, and I have to say this woman has a set of pipes that could rival the seasoned soulful blues singers of the 1950s and 60s (especially on Me & Mr. Jones)! Although Amy is only 23 years old, her vocals tell the woeful tales of a soul thats lived multiple lives. It sounds disgusting, but to me, she even makes being an alcoholic look cool! Don't get me wrong, I totally understand that alcoholism is a disease, and I do not mean to make light of it, but Amy Winehouse is a drinker and she will not let anyone tell her how to live her life- I admire that. In fact, when her management tried to tell her she needed to go to rehab, she threw up her middle finger, put her pen to paper, and dropped a hell of an album with Back to Black (a follow up to 2003's Frank), which earned her a Brit award for Best Female Solo Artist in 2006. On songs like, Rehab, Addicted, and You Know I'm No Good, Amy belts out deep, throaty, vocals, which, no doubt have been prematurely aged by her vices, but delivers a powerful sound and message that does not match her pretty face.

I have listened to my song pick of the week no less than 10 times today alone, and I highly recommend picking up the album. Everything about her is hot!

You Know I'm No Good

By: Amy Winehouse

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 throws,

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

Then you notice little carpet burns,

My stomach drops 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

You know that I'm no good