You only really notice
When you focus
Called her a genius
Was a stroke of
But a lot behind the brains
We never spoke of
Enough about the beauty
What she hoped of
Elvis dip to the lips
That smoke sloped off
All these pictures
At her weakest
We take note of
But what she went through
That we girls go through
Was just wrote off
Most of the tabloidry was evil
And loads of
This was way before the days
Of face tune and photoshop
But behind the brick
The kitchen floor was cried on
Old jazz records
Were played, needle B side on
All the junkies
Saw coat tails to ride on
Rooms dirty with foil
And Fred Perry’s tried on
Killer love, roughest touch
Give so much, it’s still gone
But you know she’s no good
Yet when it spoilt it still felt wrong
That many ghosts to host
Only so long you can try strong
And sometimes, when the night cries
We have no more face left to try on
A million turning points
And all you are is spinning
Appetites growl
But fragile bones are thinning
Something just so boring
About winning
Rather the bounce of chuck
Than chilling
You got anything to smoke?
She’ll do the billing
She got demons on her back
And it’s killing
We ain’t too different, you know
Bar the singing
The more I read about her demons
The more they’re sticking
I got the rhyming slang already
Don’t do mimicking
Ain’t been to Camden in years
Once living in
Still pass her ghost
Hawley for drinking in
We all loved her most
And that’s what’s sinking in
She was all of us
Hidden in an era’s throngs
We begin with an A
About three letters long
I swear she’s singing to me
In that October Song
Life through a lens
That poked deep and strong
Spray painted windows
Trying to keep the world gone
Frank about it all
Until the day it was over
I want to get drunk in my sadness
But I made it to sober
I’m never going back to black
Because I’ve been closer
Still I sing along
Wet when my eyes find liner on poster
All we got’s the Stables
The statue and posers
Can’t shake that day wings left the lids
For shoulder blades
To fly her home, as we sat in ours
With her records to play
Back to North London, where she’s laid
Peace, at last, for Amy Jade.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 