Memories of Amy Winehouse 

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Memories of Amy Winehouse

Amy Winehouse


We all miss you and your voice Amy. ❤️ Good time to remember to treat people that we love with dignity and respect. What a talent. – Lady Gaga

Amy Jade Winehouse was born Sept. 14, 1983. She was the youngest child of Mitch, a taxi driver and Janis, a pharmacist. A young Amy reportedly sang so much that teachers had problems keeping her quiet in school. Winehouse caught the music bug from her dad, who loved singing around the house, especially Frank Sinatra tunes.

Memories of Amy Winehouse

Amy Winehouse


Throughout her life Winehouse donated her money, music and time to many charities, particularly those concerned with children. She was once named “the most charitable act” by Pop World. While this side of her personality was never well known to the general public, throughout both the arts community and the charity community she was known for her generosity.

Other artists that have credited Winehouse as an influence and/or for paving the way for them include Bruno Mars, Tove Lo, Ellie Goulding, Jessie J, Emeli Sandé, Victoria Justice, Paloma Faith, Lana Del Rey, Sam Smith, Florence Welch,[209] Halsey, Alessia Cara, Daya and Estelle.

British singer Adele has credited Winehouse’s success in making her and fellow British singer Duffy’s journey to the United States “a bit smoother.”

Memories of Amy Winehouse

Amy Winehouse

“You Know I’m No Good”

Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,

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 me 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 throes,

This is when my buzzer goes,
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,

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 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 I soak my feet,

Then you notice little carpet burn,

My stomach drop 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,

Yeah, you know that I’m no good.