Music (tagged)

I have been tagged by Sarah to reveal 7 facts about myself. I usually choose one topic and today the facts are all about music:

1. The first concert I visited was by Suicidal Tendencies. The second one too.
   
2. I had a crush on Michael Jackson when I was 13 years old. One day you could win tickets at a radio station so I spent days on the phone calling them. I didn´t win any tickets, but the phone bill that month was 3 times higher than usual. Sorry mom! *
   
3. Britney versus Christina? I favor Christina Aguilera, Benjamin Britney Spears.
4. There are pieces of music, which make me cry instantly. No chance against the tears.
5. I get aroused by some music. The louder the better. But I won´t tell you which music it is. :)
6. One of the most beautiful moments I have experienced was when someone sang "What a perfect day" (by Lou Reed) for me.
7. Currently my favorite artists to see live would be Amy Winehouse.

Update: As usual I´m not tagging anybody special - except for Steffi - but consider yourself tagged if you want to join in on the fun.

* By the way: The bill was higher than a ticket for Michael Jackson would have been.

You Know I'm No Good by Amy Winehouse

You Know I'm No Good
by Amy Winehouse


Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say why did you do it 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, yeah ya know that I'm no good

EDM #1 - A Shoe (Amy, Amy, Amy by Amy Winehouse)

I won´t be blogging the next few days either. I´m currently sketching EDM #1 - Draw a shoe. It is not ready yet, so I´ll post only part of the whole pic. In fact, when I´ll post the whole sketch, you´ll have a better idea why I didn´t have the time to blog the past days. A little clue: I spent some time at the place where I bought this shoe. (Actually I thought that I would need some practice to be able to walk in them. But in fact it´s not very difficult.)
Due to several requests ;), I have posted a pic of the real shoes at flickr.



Talking about shoes, heels and "walking past his desk in heels": Here´s another great song (from the first album) by Amy Winehouse. Please listen to it.



Amy, Amy, Amy
by Amy Winehouse

Attract me
'til it hurts to concentrate
Distract me
stops me doing work I hate

and just to show him how it feels
I walk past his desk in heels
one leg resting on a chair
from the side he pulls my hair

(Amy Amy Amy)
Although I've been here before
(Amy Amy Amy)
He's just too hard to ignore
Masculine you spin a spell
I think you'd wear me well
(Amy Amy Amy)
Where's my moral parallel?

It takes me
half an hour to write a verse
He makes me
imagine it from bad to worse

My weakness for the other sex
every time his shoulders flex
way the shirt hangs off his back
my train of thought spins right off track

(Amy Amy Amy)
Although I've been here before
(Amy Amy Amy)
He's just too hard to ignore
Masculine he spins a spell
I think he'd wear me well
(Amy Amy Amy)
so where's my moral parallel?

His own style
right down to his Diesel jeans
Immobile
I can't think by any means

Underwear peeks out the top
I'll let you know when you should stop
from the picture my mind drew
I know I'd look good on you

(Amy Amy Amy)
Although I've been here before
(Amy Amy Amy)
You're just too hard to ignore
Masculine you spin a spell
I think you'd wear me well
(Amy Amy Amy)
so where's my moral parallel?

Creative energy abused
all my lyrics go unused

but when I clock black hair, blue eyes
a teardrop I fantasise

(Amy Amy Amy)
(Amy Amy Amy)
Although I've been here before
(Amy Amy Amy)
He's just too hard to ignore
Masculine he spins a spell
I think he'd wear me well
(Amy Amy Amy)
so where's my moral parallel?

(Amy Amy Amy)
(Amy Amy Amy)
Although I've been here before
(Amy Amy Amy)
He's just too hard to ignore
Masculine he spins a spell
I think he'd wear me well
(Amy Amy Amy)
so where's my moral parallel?

Want to tell me something about your weaknesses?

Back To Black by Amy Winehouse

Back to Black by Amy Winehouse is currently my favorite album. All of the songs on it are great. I´ll be posting 2 or 3 of them here.

The video for Back To Black is shot in black and white and compares in imagery a doomed love affair with that of a funeral.



Back To Black
by Amy Winehouse

He left no time to regret
Kept his dick 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