Purple Haze all in my brain, lately things don’t seem the same. Actin’ funny but I don’t know why. ‘Scuse me while I kiss the sky.
Businessmen they drink my wine, come and taste my herb.
Telephone message on his manager’s answering machine shortly before dying of heroin overdose: I need help bad, man.
Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer. May I land my kinky machine?
Never write a letter while you are angry.
You got your God and so do I.
May the dreams of your past be the reality of your future.
So you want to be married, oh baby, trying to put me on a chain, ain’t that some shame? You must be losing your weak little mind.
This morning came on to me, silver wings silhouetted against the child’s sunrise.
You may almost forget the smell of your family.
I’m up here in this womb, I’m looking all around. We’ll, I’m looking out my belly button window and I see a whole lot of frowns.
Click bang, what a hang, your daddy just shot poor me.
Your people I do not understand, so to you I shall put an end, and you’ll never hear surf music again.
We gotta stop smokin’, stop, stop. I mean cigarette smoking.
Is this love, baby, or is this just confusion?
Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past? And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom, it whispers no this will be the last.
Anyway, you know good and well it would be beyond the will of God, and the grace of the King.
And it’s no war games, because they all keep the same place. But like the solar system is going through a change soon and it’s going to affect the Earth in about 30 years.
The night I was born, Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red.
Music is the most important thing. I’m thinking of my future. There has to be something new, and I want to be part of it. I want to lead an orchestra with excellent musicians. I want to play music which draws pictures of the world and its space.