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 coul… - Mike Scott

I spoke about wings you just flew
I wondered I guessed and I tried you just knew
I sighed but you swooned
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon

/p>He did a forty-two minute cosmic rise in future shocks Star Spangled Banner in the back of CBGB's </p> 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.

Once you were tethered
now you are free
That was the river
this is the sea.