Aymeeeee

Everyone keeps harping on about what a tragic waste. But what if she was put on this planet to live only a little, to burn bright but then fade out fast. What if she didn't even like living all that much. What if she gave almost all she could, and then blew out. Like a bumble bee that gets unseated by its own sting. What if we got the best of her after all. A tragic waste seems a little too obvious. I think that's probably the last thing she was.


Here's my favourite Winehouse joint, called Best Friend.

A not very well-known acoustic track off one of her B-sides.


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