Love is a losing game. One I’m scared to ever play.

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

Why do 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… profound
Till the chips were down
…know you’re a gambling man
Love is a losing hand

Though I’m rather blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fate resigned

Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Oh Ms. Winehouse… I am going to miss you…
-Oro Continua

 

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The hair,the cat eyes… and that Soul!

Oh that beehive…. It will live forever… And there will be no other like it.

Music had been so boring until her true persona hit that stage at the 2008 grammys.

Remember?… the time she screamed for Blake in the middle of that song.

Her true soul created a fire that had been missing from the music world;

And though they wouldn’t let her leave the country,

The live stream performance was anything but disappointing.

It was more painful, more real, and in the most ironic sense more liberating.

She opened up the doors for all those singers who had too much emotion

to act like they were another blonde pop star.

“Her little dresses brought stares from everyone…”

“Hey little Amy, why did it end wrong?”

-Oro Continua

Was she “just a rich girl” trying to have fun?

Life brings me music that teaches me lessons. 

Maybe I am easily persuaded by the sound of music.

I  believe that I learn valuable lessons through music lyrics.

Does that make me a pushover? 

No.

Because I consciously choose to listen to the music,

In a way that I can take the truths in it,

And make them part of my ideas, and beliefs. 

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Mum bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen
You wore it to the disco, where everyone was in jeans

But you were a rich girl, and only having fun
Your worn out dresses, got stares from everyone 
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? 

You left for London, when you were nineteen 
Had to pull off your nice clothes, just living on dreams 
A man in the bright lights took all that you own 
Now he’s taken your freedom for a fate unknown 

But you were a rich girl, hardly having fun 
Your worn out dresses, brought stares from everyone 
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? 

Hey, little rich girl you’ve been away for so long 
And now little rich girl, my words are in this song 
Hey, little rich girl my love for you is gone 
And now little rich girl, I know where you went wrong 

At your dad’s office party all the movies were blue 
Caused him so much heart ache, because the screen star was you 
You left for London, when you were nineteen 
Had to pull off your nice clothes, but you were living on dreams 

You were a rich girl, and only having fun 
But your worn out dresses, brought stares from everyone 
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? 
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? 
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong?
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I did not make the mug, but I painted it.

Enjoy…

-Oro Continua