When I heard the sad news of Amy's death, I sat down in front of the computer and wrote this song. She had perhaps the finest soul voice of any new artist in the last decade, and her death is doubly sad because it was so, so predictable, another victim of the great British tabloid press, as well as her own weaknesses.
This track is not really in a style that many of Amy's fanbase will like, but if you do like it, you can choose to download it for free for as long as my credits hold out, or alternatively feel free to contribute towards my recording costs!
In due course this song will no doubt turn up on a Drain On The Balcony release in some form or another.
So you went back to black
There's no return, and no comeback
You took the trip, you chose to go
But in the end I think you lost control
You lived too fast - You're feet don't touch the floor
Preserved in wax - like those who went before
Fame and drugs were stronger than you
And so you did what you had to do
Black Black Black Black
An angel's voice from a mouth that sinned
You were like a blowtorch in the wind
You told it like it is and you can bet
Now you've got no time left to regret