Eddie
My brother has been dead for 1 year, today. This blog is a tribute to him. Eddie taught me most of what I know about music. We shared a love for a lot of the same musicians. He loved Jimi Hendrix, they even shared the same birthday (November 27.)
I keep writing this blog, then deleting what I've typed. What can you say to someone who can't even hear you. I can't type my emotions today.
I'll post these lyrics and send them out to wherever his spirit's lingering tonight...
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,
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 cries Mary.
The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
and shine their emptiness down on my bed,
The tiny island sags downstream
Cause the life that they lived 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.
I keep writing this blog, then deleting what I've typed. What can you say to someone who can't even hear you. I can't type my emotions today.
I'll post these lyrics and send them out to wherever his spirit's lingering tonight...
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,
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 cries Mary.
The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
and shine their emptiness down on my bed,
The tiny island sags downstream
Cause the life that they lived 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.
posted by Jill at
5:35 PM
3 Comments:
Wow, who wrote that? That's good. That's really good.
I'm sorry for your loss. There's not much more one can say other than that, is there?
I'm not sure if Jimi Hendrix wrote the lyrics, but it's been recorded by him on the lp titled "Are you experienced" and several other artists.
Jimi Hendrix wrote it for his girlfriend Kathy Mary Etchingham. They had a fight and she left him for a few days. He obviously felt really bad.
I'm sorry for the loss of your brother. There's really nothing that anyone can say to make it all go away. Just remember that you don't have to be alone, you have friends.
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