Amy Winehouse

September 14, 1983 – July 23, 2011


©Amy Winehouse


©Amy Winehouse

I hope and pray for your soul to find a beautiful pasture to lay itself to rest from this weary world. No before and after post here, I see Amy above and she is as lovely a woman as she was adorable when she was a young girl. This is how I make the choice to remember Amy Winehouse, as a brilliant, beautiful song writer, singer, artisan.

We all make bad choices, for people who reach a level of fame and stardom such as Amy did the flaws too often become more important to sensationalize than the person. Its sad to read page after page of comparison or ridiculous and conjecture as to how she died. The effort and contribution Amy made to music pouring out her soul to the world is truly all that should matter. Count yourself blessed and allow Amy to rest in peace, but for the grace of God there go you or I.

A Thousand Tears

A thousand tears
This new year brings me down
Right down to my knees
To pray for you and me
Please pray for you and me

Looked out my window
What did I see
A sweet sweet angel
Down in the street say'n

Listen listen
Cause I’ve got someth’n to say
It's just that you want to need me
And not that your scared of loosing me
You really ought to take the time
To listen listen

Its raining its pouring
Where’s the old man who's snoring
Did London Bridges really fall
Humpty Dumpty sit on a wall
Rings around the rosies
Pocket full of posies
leh leh leh leh leh leh leh leh leh
Ashes to ashes we all fall down

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Thelma Sasso my adopted grandma

Francis Farmer Days

Photograph Francis Farmer ©Unknown


Photograph Francis Farmer ©Unknown


Photograph Francis Farmer ©Unknown

Can you hear
Can you hear
Can you hear us cry'n
Don't you see were die’n
Cause they're try’n to put us in our graves
They're try’n to put us in our graves
Great mothers of this land
Sisters of this land
Time to change time to make a stand
Time to change time to make a stand

Someone once said
*The answers my friends are blown in the wind
So I went to the corners of the earth
Where the winds meet
And I heard nothing
I heard nothing

Can you hear
Can you hear
Can you hear her cry’n
Don’t you see she’s die’n
Cause their try’n to put her in her grave
They're try’n to put her in her grave

She went for a walk and lost her way
With her hands she makes puppets and plays all day
Went home for a visit now their gonna make her stay
Wants to be mommas baby peed on the kitchen floor
Insane asylum is their answer to her pain
Insane asylum is their answer to her pain
Oh great mothers of this land
Sisters of this land
Time to change time to make a stand
Time to change time to make a stand

Can you hear
Can you hear
Can you hear us cry’n
Don’t you see were die’n
Cause they're try’n to put us in our graves
They're try’n to put us in our graves

Feels like Francis Farmer days
Feels like Francis Farmer days
Noth’n or someth’n to say
So they lock you up and put you away
Try to lock me up and put me away
Try to lock me up and put me away
And baby Ill show you crazy
Baby Ill show you
Show you fuck'n crazy

Oh great mothers of this land
Sisters of this land
Time to change time to make a stand
Time to change time to make a stand
Can you hear can you hear can you hear

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Francis Farmer ∙ 1994


Photograph ©Unknown

*©Bob Dylan

Sweet Suicide

She has a doll face and wears
A white skull patch over her left eye
And she dances with butterflies
Dances with butterflies
And runs with rainbows
She jumps star to star
Then she swings in the moon
And lays you down and says goodnight
Sweet kisses goodnight
Sweet kisses goodnight

She doesn't need to take aim
She just shoots you with a Nein Silenced
Like a sweet fuck me suicide
Straight through the heart fight club
She hooks you left right to the ground
Gets you begg'n for more
Then she leads you there
Lays you down and says goodnight
Sweet kisses goodnight
Sweet fuck me kisses goodnight

Vampire Freaks
Lounged in the streets
Tripp'n with Lolly
On sweet Pharaoh LSD
Break-up make-up wake-up design
At the bottom of the sea
A piano a guitar
Two girls and a microphone
And she lays you down and says goodnight
Sweet kisses goodnight
Sweet fuck me kisses goodnight
Sweet kisses goodnight

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Sweet Fuck Me Kisses Lolly the original 'Vampire Freak'

Free Ring Tone

Photograph ©Suicide Girls

If I could only shoot a duck
Or kill an ant or kiss Jolie
Then I would get my free ring tone
But damn if that just wont work
On my Napoleon Dynamite
Corded non floating phone

I want a million fuck'n friends right now
But Tom's been at it and the bulletins are down
I guess it's a good time to message you
Or like Tom suggests
Post you a comment or two
Damn if that just wont work
On my Napoleon Dynamite
Corded non floating phone

I want my name on Wednesday's underwear
Just to see what it feels like to be there
I don't think that I can care again
Not for anyone or anything
Damn if that just wont work
On my Napoleon Dynamite
Corded non floating phone
Damn if that just wont work
On my Napoleon Dynamite
Corded non floating phone

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Wednesday
April 29, 2006 8:20 A.M ∙ June 24, 2006 12:43 A.M.

Counting Stars

Photograph ©Unknown

I fell in love with you
And all I wanta know
Is why you ran away
From me and lied
Was anything true
That you said to me
Are your eyes even blue
Why the hell
Did you do this to me
You left me here all alone
Just waiting for you

I fell in love with you
And all I wanta know
Is why can't anybody understand
I don't wanta live
And I don't wanta close my eyes
And Ill just wait here all alone
And count stars on my own
Just waiting for you

I fell in love with you
And all I wanta know
Is why you left me
Here alone to die
I don't wanta breathe
And I'm sick and tired of life
And people trying to tell me that
You were never ever really
Here is where Ill be
Just waiting for you

©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Wednesday
March 2006 ∙ June 2006

Been A Long Day

Ergo Proxy ©Manglobe

Gun from your hand
Gun from your hand
To my hand
Are you scared
Been a long day
Been a long day
Insanity finds rest in my bed
Blood on my walls
As I run through the halls

Gun form your hand
To my hand
To your Head
Im gonna shoot you dead

Mr. Stand Tall Man
While you got a gun
In your hand
To my hand
To your head
Im gonna shoot you dead

Music & Lyrics ©1994 Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo

Princess Day

©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo

For you I will cross land & sea
On my hands on my knees
I would beg, borrow, steal
Baby if I had to I would kill
I would crawl
On my hands on my knees

For you are my hero
Your my angel
Your my true love
Your my Princess Day
Come lay with me
In my arms
On a rooftop
On a bed of roses
Under a blanket of
Stars in your eyes
In our hearts
In our souls
In our hands

Until my dying day
I will be with you
Under the moonlight
We will dance
We will cry
We will laugh
We will fall

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Wednesday My Princess Day

Weeds In Eden

Lift up your feet And let me look at your shoes
Cause someones been plant'n weeds in Eden
Whose been plant'n weeds in Eden
Stop plant'n weeds in Eden
Stop plant'n weeds in Eden
Pick yourself up
And get on with your dreams
Come over here sweet baby
Take a look at this with me
We got three bedrooms and a mistress suite
A big ole T.V. and no need for a groom so
Stop plant'n weeds in Eden
Stop plant'n weeds in Eden

Now Im not a vicious woman
But I sure can get mean
So get out of my garden
I aint ask'n please
Stop plant'n weeds in Eden
Stop plant'n weeds in Eden

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Kathleen Renee Vass Rome ∙ 1994

Who Will Rescue She

I went looking for
You came looking for
She's still looking for me
There were six white horses in my dream
And the sky was green she was chasing me
We were runn'n through the fields

At the end of the road
There was a sign on the door
That led through the hall that read
Shes only happy when shes sad

Thought I heard a baby cry'n
So I turned around and saw
A million eyes stare'n at me

There was a child named Ghetto
On a street called Elvis
Looken for a place to sleep

There were silver roses at my feet
Still the sky was green she was kissing me
We were sailing up a stream

At the bottom of the well
There was a lady in a veil
With cards in her hands that sang
Who will rescue she

Thought I heard the angels call'n
So I turned around and saw
A million eyes staren at me

There was a child named Ghetto
On a street called Elvis
Looken for a place to sleep

Theres a garden in the pass
No one sees but you and me
Theres a garden in the pass
No one sees but you and me
Theres a garden in the pass
No one sees but you and me
Looken for a place to sleep

Music &Lyris ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Kathleen Renee Vass Rome ∙ 1994

From Us To You

Its been so good to know you
Even if its only been for a few days
By the pictures of your
Sweet little face
And through the stories
That all your
Loved ones shared

From us to you
You have our word
Who ever did this to you
We will not rest easy till they pay

Lay her down now in a bed of earth
She is baptized with the water of truth
For surely she is pure
I hear heaven
Like a lions roar
I feel the ground
Beneath my feet trembling
As Gods angels come
To take her home
To take her home

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Danielle Van Dam ∙ February 2, 2002

Silver Fantasy Number One

Silver stars in tell-a-jent
Where he's with he
And she's with me
So thank you very much but she's with me
Thank you very much but she's with me
She's my dream girl and baby
Even if its just a dream
She's still my girl
She's still my girl

Wardrobe calls for silver gown
Silver shoes silver crowns her lips on me
So thank you very much but she's with me
Thank you very much but she's with me
Shes my dream girl and baby
Even if its just a dream
She's still my girl
She's still my girl

Act three stage right bedroom scene
Silver rides till dawn with me
So thank you very much but she's with me
Thank you very much but she's with me
She's my dream girl and baby
Even if its just a dream
She's still my girl
She's still my girl
Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Johanna

Hardcore

You know Ive always been hardcore
Even when I was soft
I never was one for gentle
Now that I have you all tied up
Out of your mind in love
You dont know what to do with me

Seems like all the ways
That made you want it
To be me that you grew old with
Are all the things that you scream about
Sometimes I wish I was more insane
Then I know I am crazy

I would take a match
To at least a billion sticks of dynamite
And blow this world apart
Give God another chance
To make his children right
Definitely anything but white

©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Kathleen Renee Vass Rome ∙ 1997

Air Pony's

Hello from your long lost sons
Who rode air ponys
Through burnt orange skies
Filled with smoke
And the smell of heroin
Glazed across the eyes
Of orphaned children
Without legs to walk on
Or arms to reach for help

Someone's brothers someone's sons
Wives and daughters
Unable to run hostile capture
Confined to the jungle
For life but not forgot
Prisoners Of War
We left them in Vietnam

Send the raven
Send the eagle
Send the force of might
Bring them home
Before the night
Please end their fright

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ All Vietnam P.O.W. ∙ 2003

Never Mind

I don’t want to make you mad
I don’t mean to make you
Feel pushed aside
Its just that sometimes
I don’t know myself inside
So if you wanna fight instead
You’ll have to step outside
And take a walk with me
Cause all I have to say is
Just never mind
Never mind never mind

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Johnny Cordero ∙ 2004

Life For People Not Profit

I went to the ocean and it wasn’t there
Just a bunch of fish gasp’n for a breath of fresh air
Radio and Satellite run’n in despair
Well I don’t know and I don’t care
That’s the politicians answer
To the state of affairs

It came to me in my sleep
It came to me in my sleep
Were all gonna die
Yeah we're all gonna die
Yeah we're all gonna die

We only have one earth and one sky
How many more will have to
Sacrifice they’re lives
Why are there limousines & alligator shoes
When there are children who have
No food to eat and no place to sleep

It came to me in my sleep
It came to me in my sleep
We're all gonna die
Yeah were all gonna die
Yeah were all gonna die

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Radio, Satellite, Heaven & Earth ∙ 1999

Against The Stars

I looked into your eyes and I wanted to cry
I tasted your pain and I knew what it was like
To just wanna die
So how am I suppose to just *let it be
When you are the reason for me

When I was down I tried to lean on you
But you were not where you said you would be
So Father, why are you so damned surprised
To find me lay'n here on this cold cold stone

Save the world or save yourself
Somebody tell me cause I don’t know
And if I don’t know well
Then I just I just can't say
Son I just can't say

So you threw the darkest shade of black
So you threw the darkest shade of black
Against the stars
Then you walked, you ran
And you crawled
Through the rivers
Till you bled into the sky
And I cried
Father I died

So I threw the darkest shade of black
Against the stars
Then I walked, I ran, I crawled
Through the rivers
Till you bled into the sky
And I Son I cried
Son I died

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ God, Jesus Christ & Mary

*The Beatles

The Spoon

Took the turn too fast where it
Curves around curves around
Then sends the spoon out run'n after you
Lays you down and leaves you there
Stare'n at the moon

So now rest yourself just rest yourself
Cause noth'n in this world
Means what you do to me
Noth'n in this world means
What you do to me

Mi mundo mi qurtazon
Mi vida mi amour
Mi luna mi sol

So now rest yourself just rest yourself
Cause noth’n in this world
Means what you do to me
Noth’n in this world means
What you do to me

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Kathleen Renee Vass Rome ∙ 1996

In Mexico

She recalls her days in Mexico
When She was just a child
By her mothers side

She polished all her fathers shoes
They made by hand in hand
They walked the roads of Mexico
All the way to the U.S. border

She left her life behind her
Crossing the seas to tragedy
All alone she found herself
Quite a picture to behold

Hush now little children
Hush please little children
Its been a long, long journey home
Its been a long, long journey home

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Maria Guadalupe Cordero ∙ My Mammasita

Good-Bye To Good-Bye

Good-bye to good-bye
Yellow brick road
I wonder if Neil Young
Ever found his heart his heart of gold
I’m watch'n a madman cross the waters
Watching you to
Eternity eternity

Well there's a cow in the middle of the road
Should I keep on goen
Or turn around and go back
I’m gonna just keep goen and see
What's on the other side
I'll just keep goen and see
What’s on the other side

Rock stars and Route 66
Stevie never did get Mick
Billy Holiday
Imagine someone say'n who's that
Martin Luther
King of kings
And prince of peace

Well there's a house
In the middle of the road
Should I keep on goen
Or turn around and go back
I’m gonna just keep goen and see
What's on the other side
I'll just keep goen and see
What's on the other side

You can open your eyes now and reach
Beyond the dreamers dream
It's over there where Gods angels
Lay themselves to sleep
Under Gods rainbows
Dancing dancing in the sky

Well there's a tree
In the middle of the road
Should I keep on goen
Or turn around and go back
I’m gonna just keep goen and see
What's on the other side
I'll just keep goen and see
What's on the other side

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
Written 2002
Dedicated To Wednesday November 2005

The Door

We’ve been here too many times before
Baby don’t you recognize the door
No more turning back or mother may I
Take three steps forward
Listen to the voice of know yourself and
You will find the answers that you seek

We’ve been here too many times before
Baby don’t you recognize the door
Baby don’t you recognize the door
Oh I don’t wanna be with you for just one night
I wanna wake up and find you by my side
Stop pretending and living these lies

We’ve been here too many times before
Baby don’t you recognize the door
Baby don’t you recognize the door
I brought these pearls up for you
From the sea of tears in
Meet me here no not there where then
Baby, baby, baby don’t you
Recognize, recognize the door

We’ve been here too many times before
Baby don’t you recognize the door
Baby, baby don’t you recognize
The door, but no more

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Kathleen Renee Vass Rome ∙ 1995

Photograph ∙ Kathleen Renee Vass ©Unknown

Your Eyes Follow Me

Your eyes follow me
Your face captures me
From the cover of a magazine

Your smile touches me
Your story makes me weep
Cause they were strangers
Inside your skin

But somehow you made it
All the way
Still you were all alone
In a room filled with
People who need people
Surrounded by your friends
Still you were all alone

Did they take one two
Too many pictures
Did they steal
Did they steal
Your soul

Did they steal
Did they steal
Your soul
Your precious soul

Music & Lyris ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Gia Carangi ∙ 2005

Through The Waters

I love the color red
Because it rhymes with bed
We all end up dead
These are the kinda things
That run through my head
And are never said

Red to Black
I’ll take the view for two
And a few of you
I’ll take the view for two
And a part of me and you

Now we lay ourselves to sleep
I pray our souls you’ll keep
From evil things beneath
Angels carry them
Through the waters
Carry them through the waters

I step out on a ledge
And find the view for two
Such an ugly picture
Of me and you
Where’s the few
Where are you
As I run to the edge
And I jump for my life

Black back to red
I’ll kill the view for two
And a few of you
I’ve killed the view for two
And a part of me and you
Now we lay ourselves to sleep
I pray our souls you'll keep
From evil things beneath
Angels carry us through the waters

Music & Lyrics © Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ The 'M' Club ∙ 1994

Photobooth Photo ∙ Morgan ∙ Mari ∙ Madigan ∙ 1994

So What

So What
I'm really tired of being
Tired of being me
Hohum who really gives a fuck so
Come inside and close the door
Don't stand out in the cold

Hello my friend
I brought you a pocket full of stars
And a bucket full of space
Between the lines
Is the truth and the lies

How'd you ever get to be so mean
How'd you ever get to be so damn mean

All I want to do is grow up
And move to Hollywood
And see my name in lights
And see my name in lights
Roll the credits

Dead girl played by dead girl
Dead girl played by dead girl
Dead girl played by dead girl
Dead girl played by dead girl

Music & Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Kathleen Renee Vass Rome ∙ 2004

Photograph ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo

Bones In The Sand

In my mind I could see your face
Holding back tears from your pain
For so many years
In my heart I could feel your eyes
Looking at pictures of me
As you stood by the sea
What did they mean
All the words that we shared
I love you
I love you
I love you cried with me

Out in the desert to rest
I’ll lay this song
Buried like bones in the sand
Blown by the storm
Times they are many
You vowed to me
Till death do us part
Through the good
And through the bad
What did they mean
All the words that we shared
I love you
I love you
I love you cried with me

I lay myself back and I
Sink into you
Daylight to midnight half passed
Thinking of you
What did they mean
All the words that we shared
I love you
I love you
I love you cried with me

Music &Lyrics ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo
For ∙ Kathleen Renee Vass Rome ∙ 1989


Photograph 2007 ©Petra Maricela Thompson Violetarojo