A member of the National Youth Jazz Orchestra during her youth, Winehouse signed to Simon Fuller's 19 Management in 2002 and soon recorded a number of songs before signing a publishing deal with EMI. She also formed a working relationship with producer Salaam Remi through these record publishers. Winehouse's debut album, Frank, was released in 2003. Many of the album's songs were influenced by jazz and, apart from two covers, were co-written by Winehouse. Frank was a critical success in the UK and was nominated for the Mercury Prize. The song "Stronger Than Me" won her the Ivor Novello Award for Best Contemporary Song from the British Academy of Songwriters, Composers and Authors.
Winehouse released her follow-up album, Back to Black, in 2006, which went on to become an international success and one of the best-selling albums in UK history. At the 2007 Brit Awards it was nominated for British Album of the Year, and she received the award for British Female Solo Artist. The song "Rehab" won her a second Ivor Novello Award. At the 50th Grammy Awards in 2008, she won five awards, tying the then record for the most wins by a female artist in a single night and becoming the first British woman to win five Grammys, including three of the General Field "Big Four" Grammy Awards: Best New Artist, Record of the Year and Song of the Year (for "Rehab"), as well as Best Pop Vocal Album.
Winehouse was plagued by drug and alcohol addiction. She died of alcohol poisoning on 23 July 2011, at the age of 27. After her death, Back to Black temporarily became the UK's best-selling album of the 21st century. VH1 ranked Winehouse 26th on their list of the 100 Greatest Women in Music.
Me and Mr Jones
Amy Winehouse Lyrics
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What kind of fuckery is this? You made me Mr Slick Ricky
I thought I didn't love you when I did
I can't believe you played me out like that
No you ain't worth guest lists plus one of all them girls you kissed
You can't keep lying to yourself like this
I can't believe you played yourself like this
Who loves one thing but come Brixton
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me and Mr Jones
What kind of fuckery are we? Nowadays you don't mean dick to me
I might let you make it up to me, who's playing Saturday
What kind of fuckery are you? Besides from some of you being my best black Joe
But I could swear that we were through
I still wonder about the things you do
Mr Destiny lying infinitely, nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me and Mr Jones
The song "Me and Mr Jones" by Amy Winehouse is a love song with a hint of bitterness and betrayal. The lyrics suggest a complicated relationship between Amy and Mr Jones, with someone else trying to come in between them. The song starts with Amy declaring that nobody can come in between her and Mr Jones, indicating that the two have a strong connection. However, she soon reveals that he has betrayed her, calling him "Mr Slick Rick" for his smooth and deceptive ways. She is hurt but still loves him, and grapples with her conflicting emotions.
Amy accuses Mr Jones of lying to himself and playing her out, demonstrating her frustration with his actions. She feels that he is not worth all the attention he gets from other girls and wonders about the things he does. Despite her anger and pain, she still wants to make things work with him, and suggests that he can "make it up to her." She questions the kind of relationship they have, calling it "fuckery."
The lyrics of the song are open to interpretation and can be seen as reflecting on different types of relationships. It can be seen as a commentary on the complexities of love, trust, and betrayal. Overall, the lyrics of "Me and Mr Jones" are emotional and introspective, with Amy exploring the various facets of love and heartbreak.
Line by Line Meaning
Nobody stands in between me and my man it's me and Mr Jones
No one can come between the love that I share with Mr. Jones
What kind of fuckery is this? You made me Mr Slick Ricky
What kind of deception is this? You made me act like someone else
I thought I didn't love you when I did
I denied my love for you, but I actually did love you
I can't believe you played me out like that
I can't believe you betrayed me in that way
No you ain't worth guest lists plus one of all them girls you kissed
You're not worth being invited to events and being seen with all the girls you cheated on me with
You can't keep lying to yourself like this
You can't continue to deceive yourself in this way
I can't believe you played yourself like this
I can't believe you ruined your own life in this way
Who loves one thing but come Brixton
Who claims to love one thing, but goes to Brixton (where something else is found)
Nobody stands in between me and my man
No one can come between the love that I share with Mr. Jones
'Cause it's me and Mr Jones
Because it's only me and Mr. Jones
What kind of fuckery are we? Nowadays you don't mean dick to me
What kind of deception is our relationship? Nowadays, you're meaningless to me
I might let you make it up to me, who's playing Saturday
I might let you make it up to me. Who's performing on Saturday?
What kind of fuckery are you? Besides from some of you being my best black Joe
What kind of deception are you involved in? Besides, some of my closest friends are also involved
But I could swear that we were through
But I thought we were done with each other
I still wonder about the things you do
I still think about the things you do
Mr Destiny lying infinitely, nobody stands in between me and my man 'Cause it's me and Mr Jones
Fate is uncertain, but no one can come between the love that I share with Mr. Jones.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: FREDERICK HIBBERT
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