Monthly Archives: July 2011
‘Set fire to the rain’ – difficult love
I noticed, regarding hundreds of views on previous song, that you like Adele. So now her next song – ‘Set fire to the rain’ with lyrics. She is new for me, but I like this song. About not easy love.
Sometimes we feel from the beginning, that some relationship doesn’t have any sense, but we can’t make it over, leave it, and forget it. And we are keeping hurting our selves. I still can’t understand, why people are so big masochists. I still can’t understand it, although I wasn’t different. Maybe it happens from desire of being loved. So big, that people are forgetting about dignity and self-respect, and they are able to the biggest sacrifices for love.
‘Back to black’ – life is unpredictable
Some of my friends said, that last days I became a music critic. But I wrote long time ago, that I love music. That I can’t imagine my life without it.
After Amy’s Winehouse death, I started listen to her songs, and I really like them.
“I died a hundred time”… I’m sure, that nobody even suspected, that it will become real so early…
Back to black - lyrics
He left no time to regret
Kept his lips wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I’ll go back to black
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to…..
I go back to us
I love you much
It’s not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I’m a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black,
I go back to
I go back to
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black
‘You know I’m no good’ – I prefere Amy
I was listening to Adele and Amy, and I must say, that for now, I prefer Amy. I don’t like her outlook, and I can’t accept her style of living, but she was great artist. R.I.P.
You know I’m no good - lyrics
Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say what did you do with him today?
And sniff 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 me down like Roger Moore
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was troubled
You know that I’m no good
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy
He’s in the place, but I can’t get joy
Thinking of you in the final throws
This is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet your chicks and bitter
You say when we’re 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 ya, I was troubled
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’re on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet
Then you notice lickle carpet burn
My stomach drops and my guts churn
You shrug and it’s the worst
To truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was troubled
You know that I’m no good
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was troubled
You know that I’m no good























