Monday, February 26, 2007

The Wind Cries Mary - Jimmy 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
Footsteps 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, it cries mary
The traffic lights, they turn, uh, 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
Uh-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

4 comments:

yellowdoggranny said...

I bet I have heard that song a bazillion times..and never really knew the words to it...now that I know the words to it....What the fuck does it mean?

texlahoma said...

I think it's about the blues that you get after a failed relationship. And how it can feel like the end of the world.

Cassandra said...

I haven't heard that song in a long time. Must go download it now!

yellowdoggranny said...

ohhhh...I thought that was what alimony was for..

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