| 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 sprung 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 |