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the wind doesn’t care
but still… it whispers your name
as if missing you
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this song is poetry both in the lyrics and the way Hendrix sings it
“The Wind Cries Mary” Jimi Hendrix
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originally posted 15 February 2010
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artwork ~ “Well by the Winding Road in the Park of Chateau Noir” Paul Cézanne
{ public domain }
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“The Wind Cries Mary” Jimi Hendrix
lyrics ~
After all the jacks are in their boxes,
And the clouds 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 blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down upon my bed.
The tiny island sags downstream
‘Cause the life it lived is… 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.
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