Monday, June 16, 2008

The Wind Cries Mary

I actually discovered this performance today, 41 years after the day it was recorded in Stockholm, the same city I'm located in at the moment. Even though my thoughts about Hendrix are a little bit ambivalent I think this is one of the best songs ever written.

The Winds Cries Mary - 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 yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind, cries mary

The traffic lights, they turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags down stream
cause the life that lived is, Is dead
And the wind screams mary

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blow in the past?
And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries mary

I always get into a specific mood while listening to this song. It has something special. This is music!


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