I couldn't resist him
His eyes were like yours
His hair was exactly the shade of brown
He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell
It was dark and I was lying down
His eyes were like yours
His hair was exactly the shade of brown
He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell
It was dark and I was lying down
You are everything ' he means nothing to me
I can't even remember his name
Why're you so upset?
Baby, you weren't there and I was thinking of you when I came
I can't even remember his name
Why're you so upset?
Baby, you weren't there and I was thinking of you when I came
What do you expect?
You left me here alone; I drank so much and needed to touch
Don't overreact ' I pretended he was you
You wouldn't want me to be lonely
You left me here alone; I drank so much and needed to touch
Don't overreact ' I pretended he was you
You wouldn't want me to be lonely
How can I put it so you understand?
I didn't let him hold my hand
But he looked like you; I guess he looked like you
No he wasn't you
But you can still trust me, this ain't infidelity
It's not cheating; you were on my mind
I didn't let him hold my hand
But he looked like you; I guess he looked like you
No he wasn't you
But you can still trust me, this ain't infidelity
It's not cheating; you were on my mind
Yes he looked like you
But I heard love is blind
But I heard love is blind
This version of Amy's classic "I Heard Love Is Blind" is so damn good. She looks incredible, the guitarist and backing musicians are on point, and the singing is unsurprisingly phenomenal. Lyrically I think it's up there with her greatest works, and on certain days and in certain moments I believe it to be the finest piece of her tragically short career.
Thematically the song is brilliant. On the surface it sounds like a touching and sweet love song served to the listener in a classic pop jazz structure. But the words are completely flipped, and instead of a cliché love song about how perfect romance can be, Amy decides to plant the audience right in the middle of heartbreak. The words cut like a blade and taboo details are not spared, but her angelic voice numbs the delivery.
That is what I believe to be Amy's true genius - her ability to present hard truths and harsh realities beautifully. Whether it was unrequited love, breakups, addiction, or fading youth, she had an uncanny ability to wrap devastating subjects in a wildly pretty bow.
Hope you enjoy the cavern. This is how I try and remember her. Healthy, bright eyed, uncorrupted by the horrors of global fame and heroin. It's hard not to think of the tabloid shots in her final years - our society has a sick and twisted fascination with celebrity downfall, and those pictures tend to be all you see on the web. But if you dig a little bit you can find gems like this one of a star right before it shined too bright.
- ZB James
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