Good Lyrics: Jimi Hendrix

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Wind Cries Mary
by Jimi Hendrix

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 up blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
‘Cause the life that lived is, is dead
And the wind screams Mary

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with his crutch, it’s old age, and it’s wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary

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2 Comments

  1. Jessica said,

    November 13, 2009 at 3:40 pm

    Wow, I don’t think I ever realized how spectacular those lyrics are!

  2. Hagan O'Hearn said,

    November 13, 2009 at 8:12 pm

    Jimi Hendrix is the soundtrack of my youth and, like Bob Marley, just as much power in his life as his words …. Justa FYI, Hendrix was stationed at Ft Campbell, KY in Airborne school for the Army, his grandmother lived on an Indian reservation in Minnesota where Jimi spent much of his youth(Castles Made of Sand, ring-a-bell?) and he was very close with his father(Al) and his sister and had a limo pick them up and bring them to the first “big” show he did in Seattle(which is his “hometown”) …. and ALL of this by age 27, fuckin amazing!! I dunno who started this blog, but sorry for going off and thank-you for recognizing his genius! Much love, Hagan (Louisville, KY)


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