An Amy Winehouse Musical Is In The 'Near Future'
The legendary singer's father has said a West End musical might be in the works...
Amy Winehouse is one of the most successful British artists of all time and her story will now become a West End musical in London.
The icon left a legacy richer than most with just two albums before her tragic death in 2011, most notably with her second album Back To Black which is now the 13th best-selling album of all-time in the UK and the second best-selling album of the 21st century, behind Adele's 21.
Her music will be used in the West End musical about her life that her family is currently planning, according to her father Mitch Winehouse.
Love is a losing game
Five-storey fire as you came
Love is a losing game
One 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
'Til the chips were down
Know you're a gambling man
Love is a losing hand
Though I battle blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love, it is a fate resigned
Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game
“A musical celebrating her life and music is being talked about for the near future," Winehouse confirmed at the Amy Winehouse Foundation Gala last week.
“It is something I’d really like to happen and I’ve said I’m happy for it to go ahead. We want to do something that remembers Amy for what she was, there’s so much more to her than just the drugs and the alcohol."
Amy Winehouse's struggles with alcohol and drugs are well-documented and she died from alcohol poisoning in 2011 aged just 27.
“We want to do something positive about how she developed her music. What we don’t hear is that she was clean of drugs for three years when she died.”
A show about Amy Winehouse would have to include alcohol and drugs - and her marriage to Blake Fielder-Civil - not only because it was part of her life but because it was the inspiration of much of her music.
Whenever this musical hits London, we have no doubt it'll be as successful - if not more - than other sell-out shows!
Words: Ross McNeilage
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Is a darkness that we know
And this regret I got 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 your way
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own
I don't understand
Why do I stress the man?
When there's so many bigger things at hand
We coulda never had it all
We had to hit a wall
So this is inevitable withdrawal
Even if I stopped wanting you
A perspective pushes through
I'll be some next man's other woman soon
I cannot 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 in your way
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own
So we are history
Your shadow covers me
The sky above ablaze
He walks away
The sun goes down
He takes the day, but I'm grown
And in your way
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own
I wish I could say no regrets
And no emotional debts
'Cause as we kissed goodbye, the sun sets
So we are history
The shadow covers me
The sky above, a blaze
Only lovers see
He walks away
The sun goes down
He takes the day, but I'm grown
And in your way
My blue shade
My tears dry on their own
Whoa, he walks away
The sun goes down
He takes the day, but I am grown
And in your way
My deep shade
My tears dry on their own
He walks away
The sun goes down
He takes the day, but I'm grown
And in your way
My deep shade
My tears dry