Tears Dry On Their Own

Her influence not only flowed throughout music but fashion as well.  

Award winning fashion journalist Robin Givhan noted such influence in a recent piece shortly after the passing of Miss Winehouse...

As usual, Givhan nails it: "What made Winehouse intoxicating was that she blended vintage style with the fashion industry’s love for destruction, for fetishizing imperfections, and for elevating broken-down beauty," she writes. "Modern style dictates the need for imperfection. Take a luxury garment and wreck it in some way. Pair a fancy evening gown with bed head. Being too polished, too perfect, reads as fake." This leaves some gray areas, however: "The fashion industry has done well in helping folks see beauty in imperfections. But you can’t help wondering whether fashion also has made it more difficult for the public to distinguish between broken-down dolls and broken-down people." 

 All I can ever be to you, 

Is a darkness that we knew, 

And this regret I had to get accustomed to, 

Once it was so right, 

When we were at our high, 

Waiting for you in the hotel at night, 

I knew I hadn't met my match, 

But every moment we could snatch, 

I don't know why I got so attached, 

It's my responsibility, 

And you don't owe nothing to me, 

But to walk away I have no capacity 

He walks away, 

The sun goes down, 

He takes the day but I'm grown, 

And in this grey, in this blue shade 

My tears dry on their own, 

I don't understand, 

Why do I stress A man, 

When there's so many better things at hand, 

We could a never had it all, 

We had to hit a wall, 

So this is inevitable withdrawal, 

Even if I stop wanting you, 

A Perspective pushes thru, 

I'll be some next man's other woman soon, 

I shouldn't play myself again, 

I should just be my own best friend, 

Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men, 

He walks away, 

The sun goes down, 

He takes the day but I'm grown, 

And it's OK, 

In this blue shade, 

My tears dry on their own, 

So we are history, 

YOUR shadow covers me 

The sky above, 

A blaze only that lovers see 

He walks away, 

The sun goes down, 

He takes the day but I'm grown, 

And it's OK, 

In this blue shade 

My tears dry on their own, 

I wish I could SAY no regrets, 

And no emotional debts, 

And as we kiss goodbye the sun sets, 

So we are history, 

The shadow covers me, 

The sky above a blaze that only lovers see, 

He walks away, 

The sun goes down, 

He takes the day but I'm grown, 

And it's OK, 

In this blue Shade, 

My tears dry on their own, 

He walks away, 

The sun goes down, 

He takes the day but I'm grown, 

And it's OK, 

My deep shade, 

My tears dry 

He walks away, 

The sun goes down, 

He takes the day but I'm grown, 

And it's OK, 

My deep shade, 

My tears dry