hoje recordei esta velha canção de jimi hendrix. 
a letra diz tudo (e aquela guitarra também...)

já aqui falei dele, e do modo muito pessoal como soube reinventar o género.
este é outro daqueles azuis que se tornou um clássico imediato (since 1970). azul eléctrico.

lord, i had a woman

lord knows she was good to me in every way

yes, i had a woman, a real woman

lord, she gave me love both night and day

my sunshine whoo hoo

for my woman

or else or else

its going to take me one more day

if it takes me

she went way down in dallas

way down in texas land

lord she had me wrapped around her wrist
and around her finger baby

like a ring wrapped around a finger of a severed hand

i'm lookin' for my dallas honey bee

who can you be who can you be

oooh hoo hoo help me

help me look for her

oh yeah

james marshall hendrix festeja hoje setenta risonhíssimos outonos...

parabéns  jimi!

jimi hendrix

by jim marshall

música

aqui 

& 

aqui

jimi hendrix

by baron wolman

esta foi a primeira canção de hendrix que alguma vez ouvi.
com sorte, não será a última...



Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your handHey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your handI'm goin' down to shoot my ol' ladyI caught her messin' 'round with another man
Yeah, I'm goin' down to shoot my ol' lady nowYou know I caught her messin' 'round with another manAnd that ain't too cool
Hey Joe, hey, Joe, I heard you shot your woman downHey Joe, hey, Joe, I heard you shot your woman down, babyHe said, "Yeah, I did it, yes I did, I shot herYou know I caught her messin' 'round with another man"
Yes I did, I shot herYou know I caught my her messin' 'round with another manYeah, and I gave her the gun
Hey Joe, hey JoeWhere you gonna run to, now where you gonna run to nowHey Joe, hey JoeLord, where you gonna run to, now where you gonna run to, baby
I'm goin' way down south, way down southWay down to Mexico way, yeahI'm goin' way down south, way down south, babyWay down where I can be free
Ain't no one gonna mess with me there, babyAin't no hang-man gonnaHe ain't gonna put a rope, a rope around me, yeahYou better believe it, baby
Hey, Joe, you better run on down, you betterGoodbye everybody

d e s c u b r a
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s e t e
d i f e r e n ç a s :







a)

b)

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 dress 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 blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed,
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cos the life that they lived is dead.

And the wind screams Mary.

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown 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.

[ este singelo passatempo é dedicado à memória de scott mckenzie e à sua inabalável fé no flower power ]

se há pessoa no mundo da música que gostava mesmo de ter ouvido tocar ao vivo (para além de bach), era jimi hendrix.
o homem que reinventou uma linguagem rock para a guitarra eléctrica é hoje um ícone sagrado e são dele inúmeras canções que ouço desde sempre.

curiosamente, é pouco conhecido pelos azuis que escreveu e gostava de tocar, mas este é um daqueles que sabemos logo ser um clássico instantâneo...



que ao vivo era tocado assim:

There's a red house over yonder, that's where my baby stays
There's a red house over yonder, baby, that's where my baby stays
Well, I ain't been home to see my baby in about ninety nine and one half days
'bout time I see her

Wait a minute, something's wrong
The key wont unlock the door
Wait a minute, something's wrong, baby
The key wont unlock the door
I got a bad, bad feeling that my baby don't live here no more

I might as well go on back down
Go back 'cross yonder over the hill
I might as well go back over yonder
Way back yonder 'cross the hill, (that's where I come from)
'Cos if my baby don't love me no more
I know her sister will