The Return Of Jimi Hendrix

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The Return Of Jimi Hendrix - The Waterboys (水孩子)

I dreamed about Jimi Hendrix

He came back for one day

Was born weepin' out of an egg

The mid wife said

And straight away began to pray

With lifted head

He spent the early hours

Communing with the morning stars

And then he came over to my house

Where he tried out my guitar

He was young and black and beautiful

Big eyed perfect skin an'

He played my guitar like a lightning storm

Like twirlin' feathers in the wind

He could make it sound like the end of the world

A fire the flick of a knife

He could squeeze it slow and masterful

Like the hand that brought the world to life

Together we strolled in sculptured gardens

Passed the sleepy afternoon

Maids were dartin' back and forth

From a window came a violin tune

Angels

Dressed as nurses toyed with playin' cards

Looters sprung from prisons filled the yard

A yellow sun hung low and dawned

And as it dipped

Jimi stood up straight grinned

And shook his velvet hips

Callin' himself king electric

In the evening he went wild

Played on a dozen stages

In the clubs of New York

Lit the city end to end

Wired it up fired it up

Scarved bejewelled long legged snake limbed

Athletic driven dangerous

He made all manhattan shake

And every street and sidewalk quake

His strat ocaster 'caused the mighty empire state

To vibrate

His whammy bar 'caused shock eyed punks from

Hacken sack and Yonkers

Raised on speed metal and rap

To enter trance and levitate

He played purple haze and Pyramid

Voodoo child and Sin E

Up from the fkies and ftorm free

In king Tut's wah wah hut

He did a forty two minute

Cosmic rise in future shocks

Star Spangled Banner

In the back of cbgbs

He stopped every clock in New York state

And every heart that heard him

And time itself was beaten and confused

And fell lamblike under the spell of his fabulous flashing fingers

He played an encore at the Bitter End

A heart burst little wing

Even the waiters cried and then we fell outside

And in the dusty dawn of Bleecker Street

A sweet rain fell

And Jimi died

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