The Return Of Jimi Hendrix Lyrics - Waterboys

I dreamed about Jimi Hendrix 

he came back for one day 

was born weepin' out of an egg 

the mid-wife 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 

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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 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 

passed the sleepy afternoon 

maids were dartin' back and forth 

from a window came a violin tune 

angels, dressed as nurses toyed with playin' cards 

looters, sprung from prisons filled the yard 

A yellow sun hung low and dawned, 

and as it dipped 

Jimi stood up straight, grinned 

and shook his velvet hips 

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Callin' himself "King Electric" 

in the evening he went wild 

played on a dozen stages 

in the clubs of New York - 

lit the city end to end 

wired it up, fired it up 

scarved, bejewelled, 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 vibrate 

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 Child" at Sin E, 

"Up From the Skies" and "Stone Free" 

in King Tut's Wah-Wah hut 

He did a forty-two minute 

karmic rising 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 "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