American guitarist (1942–1970)
James Marshall "Jimi" Hendrix (27 November 1942 – 18 September 1970), born Johnny Allen Hendrix, was an American guitarist, singer and songwriter. Although his mainstream career spanned only four years, he is widely regarded as one of the most influential electric guitarists in the history of popular music; and one of the most celebrated musicians of the 20th century.
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Anger, he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armor.
Queen Jealousy Envy waits behind him — her fire green gown sneers at the grassy ground.
Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted, they quietly understand.
Once-happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready,
But wondering why the fight is on.
But they're all bold as love...just ask the Axis.
Red, so confident, he flashes trophies of war and ribbons of euphoria.
Orange is young, full of daring,
But very unsteady for the first go-round.
Yellow in this case is not so mellow,
In fact, I'm trying to say, it's frightened like me.
And all these emotions of mine keeps holding me back from giving my life to rainbow you.
"After all the jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red
And the wind whispers, "Mary"
A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
Somewhere, a queen is weeping
Somewhere, a king has no wife
And the wind, it cries, "Mary"
The traffic lights, they turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cause the life that lived is dead
And the wind screams, "Mary"
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past?
And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers, "No, this will be the last"
And the wind cries, "Mary
It started up from the skies.
Hello…wait, don't run away. I won't touch you…don't run away. I just want to talk to you. I won't do you no harm — I just want to know about your different lives on this here people farm. I heard you have your families living in cages tall and cold. And some live there past the day of old — is this true? Please let me talk to you.
I just want to know about the rooms behind your minds. Do I see a vacuum there or am I going blind, or is it remains of vibrations from echoes long ago, age-old whisper things like Love the world and let your fancy flow…the way you want to let me talk to you.
Look over yonder, here come the blues,
The thirteenth of anytime, just like a fool.
A double-breasted green-and-red polka dot coat,
Playin' the violin,
Hittin' wrong notes.
Wow! Look over yonder, he's coming my way,
When he's around, I never have a happy day.
He give me bad luck by rubbin' his ring,
See that? I just broke a guitar string.
Look over yonder, he's smiling at my babe,
Now she says, she's gonna leave me here today.
I don't need bad luck like him hangin' around,
He's knockin' at my door, now my house is burning down.
(Crackle, crackle…pop, pop.)
Look over yonder, this is the end,
He just now said he wants to be my friend.
When he's around, I can't do nothing right,
He's got me wearing shades in the middle of the night.
Look over yonder, yeah.
Look over yonder, baby.
Got to get away, get away from here.
Oh! Look over yonder, yeah.
(Where's my shotgun so I can blow this fool away? Get away, brother!)
Look over yonder, baby…