Il 27/11/1942 nasceva Jimi Hendrix

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cossaigh
00sabato 27 novembre 2004 14:10
Birth name: Johnny Allen Hendrix

Jimi Hendrix grabbed electric guitar by the neck and wrestled it into a new era. His feedback-heavy solos and hallucinogenic tunes helped define the psychedelic '60s. Hendrix was one of the featured performers at the Woodstock music festival. He's also one of a series of rock stars who famously died young; he was 27 when he suffocated after ingesting wine and sleeping pills in 1970.

Extra credit: Jimi, like Paul McCartney, was a left-handed guitar player... Hendrix's fuzz-guitar version of "The Star-Spangled Banner" at Woodstock has become a famous sound clip... He died two short weeks before another rock icon, Janis Joplin... A museum and interactive shrine to Hendrix, called the Experience Music Project, was built in Seattle by computer magnate Paul Allen.



Birth:
27 November 1942

Birthplace:
Seattle, Washington

Death:
18 September 1970
(sleeping pills and alcohol)

Best Known As:
Performer of "Purple Haze"

Links:

www.guitarsite.com/hendrix.htm
Detailed (if convoluted) list of Hendrix sites online

www.jimi-hendrix.com/
Slick official site from the Hendrix family foundation

www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Set/3686/jimi.html
Simple, tidy fan tribute

www.rockprophecy.com/
Ultra-weird stuff about Jimi, asteroids, Microsoft and God-knows-what

www.bestlyrics.net/J/0/Jimi-Hendrix/

www.musicfanclubs.org/jimihendrix/lyricstit.htm

[Modificato da cossaigh 27/11/2004 14.28]

Corcaigh
00sabato 27 novembre 2004 16:32
E allora questa gliela dedichiamo:

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth
Hey hey

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke but uh
But you and I we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour’s getting late
Hey

Hey

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants to, but huh
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approachin’
And the wind began to howl
Hey
Oh
All along the watchtower
Hear you sing around the watch
Gotta beware gotta beware I will
Yeah
Ooh baby
All along the watchtower

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fergus
00lunedì 20 dicembre 2004 19:12
una delle mie preferite....

Down the street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace"
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside,
And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool
He cries "oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?"
Against the door he leans and starts a scene
And his tears fall and burn the garden green

And so castles made of sand,
Fall in the sea
Eventually

The little indian brave who before he was ten,
Played war games in the woods with his indian friends
And he built a dream that when he grew up
He would be a feirce warrior indian chief
Many moons past, and more the dream grew strong
Until tomorrow he would sing his first war song
And fight his battle, but something went wrong
Suprise attack, killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand,
Melts into the sea
Eventually

here was a young girl who's heart was a frown
'Cause she was crippled for life and she couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed that she could stop livin'
So she decided to die
She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore
And to her legs she smiled "You won't hurt me no more"
And then a sight she seen made her jump and say
"Hey look a golden winged ship is passin' my way"

And it really didn't have to stop
It just kept on goin'

And so castles made of sand,
Slips into the sea
Eventually
GreenMax
00giovedì 13 gennaio 2005 18:14
Che peccato che sia morto così giovane, chissà quanto altro ci avrebbe ancora regalato


Well she’s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It’s alright she says it’s alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.

Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing
clash73
00giovedì 13 gennaio 2005 19:05
FOXY.....
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