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I dreamed about jimi hendrix |
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He came back for one day |
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Was born weepin' out of an egg |
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The mid-wife said |
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And straight away began to pray |
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With lifted head |
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He spent the early hours |
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Communing with the morning stars |
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And then he came over to my house |
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Where he tried out my guitar |
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He was young and black and beautiful |
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Big eyed, perfect skin an' |
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He played my guitar like a lightning storm |
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Like twirlin' feathers in the wind |
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He could make it sound like the end of the world |
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A fire, the flick of a knife |
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He could squeeze it slow and masterful |
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Like the hand that brought the world to life |
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Together we strolled in sculptured gardens |
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Passed the sleepy afternoon |
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Maids were dartin' back and forth |
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From a window came a violin tune |
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Angels, dressed as nurses toyed with playin' cards |
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Looters spun from prisons filled the yard |
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A yellow sun hung low and dawned, |
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And as it dipped |
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Jimi stood up straight, grinned |
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And shook his velvet hips |
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Callin' himself king electric |
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In the evening he went wild |
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Played on a dozen stages |
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In the clubs of new york - |
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Lit the city end to end |
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Wired it up, fired it up |
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Scarved, bejewelled, long-legged, snake-limbed |
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Athletic, driven, dangerous |
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He made all manhattan shake |
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And every street and sidewalk quake |
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His stratocaster caused the mighty empire state |
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To vibrate |
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His whammy bar caused shock-eyed punks from |
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Hackensack and yonkers |
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Raised on speed, metal and rap |
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To enter trance and levitate |
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He played purple haze and pyramid, |
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Voodoo child and sin-e, |
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Up from the skies and storm free |
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In king tut's wah-wah hut |
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He did a forty-two minute |
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Cosmic rise in future shocks |
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Star spangled banner |
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In the back of cbgb's |
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He stopped every clock in new york state |
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And every heart that heard him |
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And time itself was beaten and confused |
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And fell lamb-like under the spell of his fabulous flashing fingers |
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He played an encore at the bitter end |
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A heartburst little wing |
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Even the waiters cried |
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And then we fell outside |
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And in the dusty dawn of bleeker street |
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A sweet rain fell |
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And jimi died |