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I am a fucking huge Jimi fan.
I had Are You Experienced in my walkman for at least 8 months straight when I was in 8th grade. I would just flip the cassette over and over and over....
Jimi sang about shit that made me think someone else was out there thinking the deep thoughts.
Manic Depression has captured my soul
I know what I want but I don't know how to go about getting it.
Music sweet music
I wish I could caress and kiss...
Jimi taught me what a true guitar master should do. He could play rhythm and lead at the same damn time. he could play like all the old bluesmen, behind the back, behind his head, etc., and he even could play with his fucking teeth!
and not miss a fucking NOTE!
Voodoo Chile (slight return) holy fuck. I love that fucking song.
Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand.
Well, I stand up next to a mountain,
Chop it down with the edge of my hand.
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island,
Might even raise just a little sand.
Cause Im a voodoo chile,
Lord knows Im a voodoo chile, baby.
I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time,
Ill give it right back to you one of these days.
I said I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time,
Ill give it right back one of these days.
And if I don't meet you no more in this world
Then ill, I'll meet you in the next one and don't be late, don't be late.
Cause Im a voodoo chile, voodoo chile,
Lord knows Im a voodoo chile, hey hey hey.
Im a voodoo chile, baby.
my brother and I would watch the Woodstock movie over and over again to get to Jimi. He could give a fuck about people and what they thought of him. he played with two british dudes who GOT IT.
so much fucking noise and skronk in AYExperienced. then so much soul in his fucking blues recordings.
I was a pretty depressed 8th grader, and Jimi and his music got me through it all.
Will I live tomorrow?
Well, I just can't say
Will I live tomorrow?
Well, I just can't say
But I know for sure
I don't live today
No sun comin' through my windows
Feel like I'm livin' at the bottom of a grave
No-ho sun comin' through my windows
Feel like I'm livin' at the bottom of a grave
I wish you'd hurry up and rescue me
So I can be on my miserable way
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