M.I.A. released this demo yesterday as a tribute to Amy Winehouse. The track makes no attempt to explain the senseless assertiveness of her addiction. Instead, it manages to eloquently describe the futile empathy that so often stains relationships with an addict. Unbearable Nonsense would like to thank Maya for avoiding the maudlin canonization and too fast too soon dialogue that usually accompanies the death of a self-destructive pop star. And for providing us with something so gorgeous and reified to latch onto.
27 by _M_I_A_
Dedicated to all my friends that died at 27.
LYRIX
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said your all mouth and no brains
all rock stars go to heaven
you said you'll be dead at 27
when we drunk in a English tavern
the owner poured you the Bourbon
and you drunk your self so rotten
he got so rich he bought a Bentley
and moved himself to Devon
you started dirty dancing
and you bar tended a dozen
i took you to the clinic
to get you clean but you couldn't
said in 2 days ur 27 and and ur destiny was comin
and ur papa passed so sudden
and left you with lil somin
you blew that money on a mountain of drugs
and staged your self a bedin
a month later when i popped in
your still high but the winter set in
i bought you a coffee and a muffin
and you quoted me some Lenin
i wished i was that clever
but thats what kept me coming
your friendship did mean somin
but you left me for nothin
when i left, you befriended a rope
and i found you both were hanging.
= = = = = =
said your all mouth and no brains
all rock stars go to heaven
you said you'll be dead at 27
when we drunk in a English tavern
the owner poured you the Bourbon
and you drunk your self so rotten
he got so rich he bought a Bentley
and moved himself to Devon
you started dirty dancing
and you bar tended a dozen
i took you to the clinic
to get you clean but you couldn't
said in 2 days ur 27 and and ur destiny was comin
and ur papa passed so sudden
and left you with lil somin
you blew that money on a mountain of drugs
and staged your self a bedin
a month later when i popped in
your still high but the winter set in
i bought you a coffee and a muffin
and you quoted me some Lenin
i wished i was that clever
but thats what kept me coming
your friendship did mean somin
but you left me for nothin
when i left, you befriended a rope
and i found you both were hanging.
