Hey y’all…Happy Sunday!💖
New to SUNDAY’S SONG? I’ve always felt like music (& reading) is my escape, I find comfort in the melody, the words and more importantly, a song is like a mini story. I mean, great songs tell a story, have meaning or a message. I’ve always wanted to find a way to incorporate some of my favorite songs into my blog…so, SUNDAY’S SONG was born!🎶
*Check out the lyrics highlighted in RED, they’re my favorite part!
*WARNING: I’m a child of the 80’s, grew up in the 90’s, a hippy wanna be, born in Texas (and therefore MUST enjoy some country) and I have kids so I do like some contemporary music too. In other words, I love all kinds of songs!😊
This post is for my son, Thing 2, who is a huge fan of Amy Winehouse and still mourns her passing. I’ll admit, I never really listened to Amy Winehouse simply because her music wasn’t my cup of tea. However, I can definitely recognize her powerful voice and heart rendering lyrics!
Winehouse was plagued by drug and alcohol addiction. She died of alcohol poisoning on 23 July 2011, at the age of 27. After her death, Back to Black temporarily became the UK’s best-selling album of the 21st century.[2] VH1 ranked Winehouse 26th on their list of the 100 Greatest Women in Music.
Tears Dry on Their Own
All I can ever be to you is a darkness that we knew
And this regret I got accustomed to
Once it was so right
When we were at our height
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
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 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 bigger things at hand?
We could’ve never had it all
We had to hit a wall
So this is inevitable withdrawal
Even if I stop wanting you
And perspective pushes through
I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon
I cannot play my self again
I should just be my own best friend
Not fuck my self in the head with stupid men
He walks away
The sun goes down
He takes the day, but I’m grown
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 ablaze
He walks away
The sun goes down
He takes the day, but I’m grown
And in your way
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own
I wish I could sing no regrets
And no emotional debt
‘Cause as we kissed goodbye, the sun sets
So we are history
Your shadow covers me
The sky above ablaze
That only lovers see
He walks away
The sun goes down
He takes the day, but I’m grown
And in your way
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own
Whoa, he walks away
The sun goes down
He takes the day, but I’m grown
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 grown
And in your way
My deep shade
My tears dry
The world is certainly missing this edgy, jazzy, sexy voice…Have a fabulous day y’all!💜
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Love this song. She is gone too soon.
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