Week Twelve: Amy Winehouse - "You Know I'm No Good" - Back to Black

I love it when odd little coincidences occur throughout my day!  For instance, when I was conducting research on the lyrics to this song, since there are so many variations of certain lines on the web, I learned that the album, Back to Black, was released on my birthday in 2006: October 27th.  Then as I was just about to begin typing today's entry, Carole King's song, "So Far Away" found its way onto my iPod while in shuffle mode amongst 4000 other songs.  If you aren't aware, that was the song that Amy's guests were asked to sing along with at her funeral.  Is Amy contacting me from the great beyond?  Her parents believe that she has taken the form of a black butterfly in the afterlife.  No black butterflies have been flying around lately, but I still think my two above mentioned coincidences are a bit neat-o!!

On a not so whimsical note, I feel that this tune, "You Know I'm No Good" is Amy at her most raw, bitter, and angst-ridden self.  Throughout the biography that I read about Amy written by her father, Mitch, he kept repeating the ideas that as Amy was getting older, Amy wanted to be good; Amy wanted to get better; Amy wanted to stop all the madness; Amy wanted anything but what she had - especially a husband and a baby.  However, in the battle of the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other, the devil was always winning out. 

When I ran across the wiki page about this song, checking to see if they had any insight about the lyrical discrepancies, I found this humorous quote by Roger Moore: English actor Roger Moore said he had no idea why Winehouse chose to include him in the lyrics, unless she wanted a word that rhymed with "door", or could not find a word that rhymed with "Connery".

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
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 men 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 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 a I soak my feet

And then you notice likkle carpet burns
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