Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Return Of Jimi Hendrix, artist - The Waterboys. Album song Dream Harder, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
The Return Of Jimi Hendrix |
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 stratocaster caused the mighty Empire State |
To vibrate |
His whammy bar caused shock-eyed punks from |
Hackensack 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 Skies and Storm 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 cbgb’s |
He stopped every clock in New York state |
And every heart that heard him |
And time itself was beaten and confused |
And fell lamb-like under the spell of his fabulous flashing fingers |
He played an encore at the Bitter End |
A heartburst Little Wing |
Even the waiters cried |
And then we fell outside |
And in the dusty dawn of Bleeker street |
A sweet rain fell |
And Jimi died |