Letras de The Return of Jimi Hendrix

I dreamed about Jimi Hendrix
He came back for one day
Was born weak and out of an egg
The midwife 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-skinned
And he played my guitar like a lightning storm
Like twirling 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
Past the sleepy afternoon
Maids were darting back and forth
From a window came a violin tune
Angels dressed as nurses toyed with playing cards
Looters sprung from prisons filled the yard
A yellow sun hung low and yawned
At this attempt
Jimi stood up straight, grinned
And shook his velvet hips

Calling himself King Electric

In the evening he went wild

Played in a dozen stages in the clubs of New York

Lit the city end to end
Wired it up, fired it up
Scarred, he tooled
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 cry a break
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 in Pyramid
Voodoo Chile at Shanay
Up from the skies and stone-free
In King Tut′s walla hut
He did a forty-two minute cosmic rise
And future shock 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 blood of wind
Even the waiters cried

And then we fell outside
And in the dusty dawn of Bleecker Street
A sweet rain fell
And Jimi died