Texty: Waterboys. The return of Jimi Hendrix.

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

He was young and black and beautiful
Big eyed, perfect skinned
And 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 yawned
And as it dipped
Jimi stood up straight
Grinned and shook his velvet hips

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, bejeweled
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 and Pyramid
Voodoo child and Sin-E
Up from the skies and storm free
In King Tut's Wah Wah Hut

He did a forty-two minute
Cosmic rise in future shocks
Star Spangled Banner
In the back of CBGBs

He stopped every clock in New York state
And every heart that heard him
And time itself was beaten and confused
And fell lamblike under the spell of his fabulous flashing fingers

He played an encore at the Bitter End
A heart burst Little Wing
Even the waiters cried and then we fell outside
And in the dusty dawn of Bleecker Street
A sweet rain fell and Jimi died