A Song For Amy Winehouse Sad red roses On a granite kerb Blood blisters For a dead sister . . . Camden Square The TV van’s there - The angels failed And the airwaves are disturbed. Tears from strangers Who knew her well, Fate forecloses Right under our noses, A quiet crowd In a sad farewell: Amy drowned In the wishing well. Flowers of evil In showers of light - The music made everything seem all right. A voice heavy as heartbreak Under smouldering sun, A soul drawn to the shadows In a day barely begun, A voice that knew Its way around, A sensuous, languorous single-malt sound, A voice bruised with the wisdom of tenement tales Trailing ragged, tattooed, vagrant sails. A voice that danced inspired onstage As her body stood by like a shy wallflower, If you looked you could see There was something wrong, Not quite flowing with the power Of those glorious songs. Smoky honey And a way with words Still reverberating now Sharp & slurred - Smoky honey And a way with words Nothing quite like anything You ever heard. A quiet crowd In a sad farewell And Amy’s echoes In the wishing well. ‘Course the tabloids did What they’re always doing, Prurient pictures Unctuous cooing Zoom lenses pursuing A suicide steeplechase, ‘Famous names go down in flames! No-one but themselves to blame!’ Front-page gold and ain’t it a shame ‘So sad Too bad . . . Too much Too soon . . .’ A giant talent In a swamp of fictions The dark glamour of pain and collapse and addiction Tears of blood on Bourbon Street Affliction stripping to a basement backbeat Dancing with the devil in ‘Back to Black’ As that long dark train hammered down the track With its funeral bell and its bright blind eye As thunderclouds assembled in a darkening sky. Everybody mesmerised, holding their breath, Hope shrinking to nothing in the cold wind of death, Everybody felt it coming Saw the signals Heard the drumming, Everyone watching Nobody could do a thing … There’s death dealing one of its crueller stings. Tears from strangers Who knew her well, A quiet crowd In a sad farewell, Sometimes love can hurt like hell And Amy drowned In the wishing well.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 18:57:35 +0000
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