A Jewish girl from South gate
\nWith hair of sable, she
\nKind of got her music from
\nHer dad Mitch, a cabbie
\nHe would sing those crooners soulful songs
\nshe would join in and he
\nCould feel her voice had so
\nMuch tone
\nAnd the music just flew free<\/p>\n
Her head, her heart, it took on
\nSo much
\nThis was what, she was
\nSeen as, some sort of legend
\nTruthfully because
\nShe was
\nShe sang her pretty heart out
\nReally She wanted fame
\nReally she wanted fortune
\nAnd nothing would be the same<\/p>\n
She then went on to stage school
\nAt Sylvia Young’s, we knew
\nShe was so precocious
\nHer path was good and true
\nShe a raw and melodic songstress
\nShe wanted to proclaim
\nTo help people forget their troubles
\nShe needed to inflame<\/p>\n
The passion in them
\nTo move them
\nProfound of thought was she
\nReally she was against hard drugs
\nShe was passionately
\nSuffering the pathos
\nOf life was there to hear
\nThen she became rebellious
\nAnd took on her share of fear<\/p>\n
With tattoos and with piercings
\nShe was kind of frowned upon
\nAt Sylvia’s it wasn’t commonplace
\nThe sweetness had kind of gone
\nHer voice was kind of growing
\nHer aggression it kept pace
\nShe then went off to Camden
\nUsing that place as her base<\/p>\n
Enraptured with her breath
\nAnd soul
\nIt all seemed effortlessly
\nThe songs she kind of nailed them all
\nThrough her adversity
\nSweeping,moving,transcending bars
\nrelaxed and heavy
\nAlongside stars<\/p>\n
Lovers she loved strong men
\nAvidly she knew
\nShe had her share of sadness
\nAnd exasperation too
\nAwards came
\nBlake had entered her life
\nAn explosive jaunt
\nIn love,out of love in love
\nSuch magic seemed to taunt<\/p>\n
The heart strings
\nThe emotion
\nDark songs
\nWith bad boys,she
\nBehold the Gothic sixties look
\nThat’s how it had to be
\nKnocking back the spirits
\nAnd the drugs the image ones
\nOut of torrid tragedies
\nBack to black saw tons<\/p>\n
Of heart aches
\nOf endurance
\nThe tears and the kitchen floor
\nVodka and red wine day drinks
\nBetter than she’d had before
\nShe ‘d stay down till the birds
\nBegan,
\nsinging
\nYou could feel
\nthat constantly
\nSomething kind of got to her for real<\/p>\n
Rehab it kind of became
\nA million dollar earner
\nShe had to take the blame
\nShe went in for a week of it
\nBut it didn’t do much good
\nThey were drunk and high
\nWhich was no lie
\nThere was nothing that she could<\/p>\n
Do to stop the downfall
\nShe was the dearest soul
\nFull of true compassion
\nin an ever deepening hole
\nA stomach pump
\nAdrenaline
\nThe darkness of the room
\nIn that prestigious hotel
\nThey emerged into the gloom<\/p>\n
Blood spots clearly everywhere
\nScratches on their feet
\nFaces pale as driven snow
\nThemselves now they did cheat
\nThe turmoil and the torment
\nSaw poor Amy go
\nDeath came with his sickle
\nAs she sank ever low<\/p>\n
This legendary down to earth
\nYoung women
\nWith a heart so sore
\nLeft this world of music
\nLamenting evermore
\nRehab had changed nothing
\nEverything was spent
\nDrunk on stage
\nWith Blake inside
\nIt apparently had meant
\nCancelling so many shows
\nAs the paparazzo knows
\nJaffa cakes and vodka
\nExpletives to the fore
\nHer records though were booming
\nWhich nobody could ignore<\/p>\n
She just about held it together
\nI love you baby,she
\nWas killing herself
\nShe was killing herself
\nAs those who loved her could see
\nIt was so disturbing
\nWhen Amy passed away
\nA sea of tears
\nAnd of lamentation
\nWas the price that she did pay<\/p>\n
The price of so much suffering
\nThe frustration of it all
\nThe harshness and the roughness
\nWhat seemed to overrule
\nThe positives the future
\nThe unsavoury the foul
\nThe pitiful the unendurable
\nThe martyr shows us how<\/p>\n
The suicidal tendency
\nThe joblessness the low
\nThe heartache and the heaviness
\nWhich purposefully did grow
\nThe grimness and the sullenness
\nThe misery and pain
\nThe hopeless situation
\nAnd The mortal fear and strain<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A Jewish girl from South gate With hair of sable, she Kind of got her music from Her dad Mitch, a cabbie He would sing those crooners soulful songs she would join in and he Could feel her voice had … Continue reading