I thought she looked like a little bird.
Tottering on spindly legs.
Not belonging anywhere in particular.
Not with anyone in particular.
No one looking out for her.
Or understanding her.
Yet still sounding beautiful.
As only this particular little bird could.
Here is a really bad quality version.
A slightly clumsy, grainy and visually compromised version.
Of a spontaneous, fidgety and badly produced acoustic rendition.
Of ‘Love is a Losing Game’.
That Amy wrote in 2006 for her second and final album.
Back to Black.
It’s the best music you’ll hear today.
Go here: https://www.50odd.co.uk/little-bird/