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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 spun 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

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 spun 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

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