Amy Winehouse: Love is a Losing Game live at the Mercury Awards

Yes, I know we’re all about the YouTubes lately, but watch this and listen and tell me how I could NOT put it up. It’s over mannered, it’s over-rehearsed, it’s overdone (and so is the hair, the makeup, and the reputation as a hellraiser) but it is, nonetheless, astonishing. Lyrics after the jump.

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For you I was the flame,
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came,
Love is losing game

One I wish I never played,

Oh, what a mess we made

And now the final frame,

Love is a losing game

Played out by the band,

Love is a losing hand

More than I could stand,

Love is a losing hand

Self professed and profound

Till the chips were down

Know you’re a gambling man

Love is a losing hand

Tho’ I battled blind,

Love is a fate resigned

Memories mar my mind,

Love is a fate resigned

Over futile odds,

And laughed by the Gods

And now the final frame,

Love is a losing game

13 thoughts on “Amy Winehouse: Love is a Losing Game live at the Mercury Awards

  1. I really, seriously hope that it’s nothing more than a record-company induced pose. But I worry, because it’s got a lot of street cred in London; the uberskank outranks everyone else in that culture since Princess Diana died. It’s almost like an overreaction.

  2. Fair enough; it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, and it’s fair to call it wigger. But by god she’s got a nice voice. I hope she lives long enough to become a fearsome old lady like Nina Simone, who was still starting street fights in her eighties.

  3. ***But by god she’s got a nice voice. I hope she lives long enough to become a fearsome old lady like Nina Simone, who was still starting street fights in her eighties.***

    Hear Hear!

  4. We are as of one mind in this. She’s got real talent, but I hope this skank thing is just a phase. She’s only 24, there’s plenty of time for her to think better of it, although it’s too late to save the skin on her arms.

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