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HERE YOU CAN FIND ALL LIRYCS WRITED BY JIMI AND OTHER COMPOSITION NEVER SIGHT.
Are you experienced?Axis: Bold as loveElectric LadylandBand of GipsysFirst rise of new rising sunPurple Haze The wind Cries Mary Manic Depression 51st Anniversary Stone Free Red House Highway Chile Foxy Lady Can you see me? Love or confusion I don't live today May this be love Fire Remember Are you experienced? Are you experienced? Purple Haze are 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 Purple haze all around don't know if i'm coming up or down. Am i happy or in misery? Whatever it is, that girl put spell on me Help me, help me... Yeah, purple hare are in my eyes, don't know if it's day or night, you've got me blowing, blowin' my mind. Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?...
A fifty year they're been married, and they can't wait for the fifty first to roll around yeah! Roll around a thirty years they've benn married and now they're old and happe and settled down, settled down twenty years the're been married and they did everything that could be done you know that happened. And then, you came along and talk about... So you, you say you wanna be married. I'm gonna change your mind. wow! That was the good side, baby... Here comes the bad sides! Ten years the've been married, and thousand kids run aroung hungry, 'cause their mother is a louse, daddy's down at the whisky house, that ain't all. For three years the've been married. They don't get along so good they're tired of each other, you know that goes... Huh! Same old thing. So now you're seventeen, running round, hanging out... having your fun, life for you has just begun, baby. And then you come saying, So you... you say wanna be married. Oh baby, trying to putme on a chain, ain't that some shame. you must be losing your... sshh-hm... sweet little mind. I ain't raedy yet, baby, i ain't ready i'm gonna vhange your mind. look out! Oh, i ain't ready, to get tied down, i ain't ready, i ain't ready now. Let me live a little while longer. let me live, let me live a little while longer. So if you finished talkin', i better think in mind.
After all the jacks are in their boxes and the clowns have all gone to bed you can hear happines staggering on down the street footprints dressed in red and the wind wispers Mary. A broom is drearly 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 emptyness down on my bed the tiny island sags downstream 'cause the life they lived is, is dead and the wind screams Mary. Will the wind never 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" and the wind cries Mary.
Ev’ry day in the week I’m in a pitiful city If I stay too long The people try to pull me down They talk about me like a doll Talk about the clothes I wear But they don’t realize They’re the ones who’s square Hey that’s why You can’t hold me down I don’t wanna be down I gotta move on Oh! I said stone free To do what I please Stone free To ride the breeze Stone free I can’t stay I gotta gotta gotta get awy Right now Yeah! (Alright, listen to this baby) A woman here, a woman there Try to keep me in a plastic cage But they don’t realize It is so easy to unbreak Oh, but sometimes I can... huh... I can feel my heart kinda running hot That’s when I gotta move
Yeah! His guitar is strung across his back, His dusty boots is here his Cadillac. I’m flamin’ here, just blowin’ in the wind, Ain’t seen a bed, I’m so long mis’decent. He left home when he was 17, The rest of the world he is gonna see it. And ev’rybody know his boss, A rolling stone, To gather its own moss. Have you probably, Called him a tramp? But it goes a little deeper than that, He is a... highway chile. Yeah! Now some people say, he had a girl back home, Who messed around and did him pretty wrong. They tell me it kinda hurt him bad, Gotta made him feel pretty sad. I couldn’t say they were through the time Anyway, he left the world behind. Ev’rybody knows the same old story, And number one; you can loose in glory ! Now you probably Called him a tramp? But-a I know it goes a little deeper than that. He is a... highway chile. (One more run) Yeah! One more! Yeah! He’s 50... from... his back, His dusty boots is here his Cadillac. Flamin’ here, just blowin’ in the wind, Aint’t seen a bed, I’m so long mis’decent. Now you may Call him a tramp. But I know it goes a little deeper than that. He is a... highway chile. (Walk on brother, Don’t let no one stop you!) Highway chile Yeah, yeah, yeah! Highway chile Rolling stone Go on down the highway Go! Highway chile Yeah, yeah! Highway chiles, yeah, aah.
(Foxy, foxy) You know you’re a cute little heartbreaker, Huh. (Foxy) Yeah! And you know you’re a sweet little lovemaker, Huh. (Foxy) I wanna take you home, yeah, I won’t do you no harm, no. You got to be all mine, all mine, ooh foxy lady. Yeah! (Foxy, foxy) Now-a I see you come down on the scene, oh foxy. You make me wanna get up and-a scream. Foxy, oh baby listen now, I’ve made up my mind, yeah. I’m tired of wasting all my precious time. You got to be all mine, foxy lady. (Here I come, foxy, foxy...) Yeah! I’m gonna take you home, ahuh, I won’t do you no harm, no, You got to be all mine, all mine, Foxy lady. (Here I come baby) I’m coming to get you! Oh, foxy lady, yeah, yeah, You look so good, foxy oh yeah, Foxy yeah, give us some, foxy...
Manic depression is touching my soul. I know what I want, but I just don’t know how To go about getting it, Feeling, sweet feeling drops From my fingers, fingers. Manic depression’s captured My soul, yeah. Woman so willing, the sweet cause in vain. You make love, you break love, It’s-a all the same when it’s when it’s over. Music, sweet music, I wish I could caress, caress, caress. Manic depression’s a frustrating mess. Ooh. Well I think I’ll go turn myself off An’ go on down, all the way down. Really ain’t no use for me hanging around. Oh I gotta see you. Music, sweet music, I wish I could caress and kiss, kiss. Manic depression’s a frustrating mess. Ooh, yeah, ooh. Music, music, sweet music. Music, music, music, music.
Yeah. Okay man. Yeah. There’s a red house over yonder, That’s where my baby stay. Yeah. There’s a red house over yonder, baby, That’s where my baby stay. Yeah. Well I ain’t been home to see my baby, In about-a ninety nine and one half day (’Bout time to see her). Wait a minute, something’s wrong, The key won’t unlock the door. Yeah. I got a bad, bad feeling-a That my baby don’t live here no more. She ain’t told me nothing about it, neither (That’s alright, I still got my guitar!). Look out baby. Yeah, yeah. Yeah that’s alright. Yeah, haha. I might as well go on back down, Go back ’cross the yonder, over the hill. I might as well go back over yonder, Way back over yonder, ’cross the hill (That’s where I came from!). Because if my baby don’t love me no more, lI know her sister will! Yeah.
Can you see me yeah, blaming you on my knees? Oh yeah. Can you see me, baby? Baby please don’t leave, yeah. If you can see me doing that, You can see in the future of a thousand years. Can you hear me yeah, crying all over town? Alright. Can you hear me, baby, Crying’cos you put me down? If you can hear me doing that, you can hear a Freight train coming from a thousand miles. Oh yeah. Oh, can you hear me singing this song to you? (Oh you better listen to me, baby) oh. Can you hear me, baby, Singing this song to you? Aha, oh yeah. If you can hear me sing You better come home like you s’posed to do. Can you hear me? Yeah, hey hey. I don’t believe you can hear me, oh yeah. Can you see me, baby? I don’t believe you can. Yeah.
Is that the stars in the sky or is it raining far from now? Will it burn me if I touch the sun, Yeah so big, so round? Will I be truthful, yeah, in choosing you As the one for me? Is this love, baby, or is it-a just a confusion? Oh, my mind is so mixed up, Goin’ round’n’round. Must there be all these colours Without names, without sounds, baby? My heart burns with feelin’, but-a, Oh, but my mind is so cold and reeling. Is this love, baby, or, or is it confusion? Oh, my head is pounding, pounding, Goin’ round and ’round and ’round and ’round. Must there always be these colours Without names, without sounds? My heart burns with feeling, Oh but my mind it’s cold and reeling. Is this love babe, or is it just-a confusion? Oh, you tell me baby, is this-a Love or confusion? Oh, we must get together, now, Find out exactly the way we’re tryin’ to do Love or confusion, Confusion.
Will I live tomorrow? Well I just can’t say. Will I live tomorrow? Well I just can’t say. But I know for sure I don’t live today. No sun coming through my windows, Feel like I’m living at the bottom of a grave. No sun coming through my windows, Feel like I’m living at the bottom of a grave. I wish you’d hurry up, ’n rescue me, So I can be on my miserable way. Well I don’t live today, Maybe tomorrow? I just can’t say, but-a but I don’t live today. It’s such a shame to waste your time away like this. Well, well I don’t live today. Maybe tomorrow? I just can’t tell you baby, But-a I don’t live today. It’s such a shame to spend the time away life this... ...Existing. Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh no. Oh, they no life, no-where! They’re not bad! Ooh, experience, yeah experience Yeah experience, yeah experience, Are you experienced? Are you?
Waterfall, nothing can harm me at all, My worries seem so very small, With my waterfall. I can see my rainbow calling me, Through the misty breeze Of my waterfall. Some people say "Day dreaming’s For the lazy minded fools, with nothing else to do". So let them laugh, laugh at me. So just as long as I have you, To see me through, I have nothing to lose, ’Long as I have you. Waterfall don’t ever change your ways. Fall with me for a million days, oh my waterfall.
Alright, now dig this baby! You don’t care for me, I don’t care about that. You got-a new fool, ha! I like it like that. I have only one burning desire, Let me stand next to your fire, Let me stand next to your fire. Yeah, baby. Listen here, baby, and stop acting so crazy. You say your mum ain’t home, It ain’t my concern. Just play with me and you won’t get burned. I have only one itching desire, Let me stand next to your fire, Let me stand next to your fire. Ooh. Oh, move over Rover And let Jimi take over, Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. Now dig this! Ha! Now listen baby, you try to gimme your money, You better save it, babe, Save it for your rainy day. I have only one burning desire, Let me stand next to your fire, Let me stand next to your fire. Ooh. Yeah, you better move over baby, I ain’t gonna hurt you, babe. Oh, I ain’t gag with you, baby. Ooh. Oh yeah, let Jimi talk to you, baby. Yeah babv.
Oh, remember the mocking bird, my baby bun. He used to sing for his supper, baby. Yes, he used to sing for his dinner, babe. He used to sing so sweet, But-a since my baby left me, He ain’t sang in two long days. Oh, remember the bluebirds and the honeybees, They used to sing for the sunshine. Yes, they used to sing for the honey, baby. They used to sing so sweet. But-a since my baby left me, Ain’t sang in two long days. Come on, baby. Hey! Pretty baby, come on back to me. Make ev’rybody happy as can be. Yeah! So baby, if you please come home again, You know I’ll kiss you for my supper, yeah, You know I’ll kiss you for my dinner, babe, now. But-a if you don’t come back, You know I’ll have to starve to death. ’Cos I ain’t had a kiss all day now, all day. Please remember, Got to remember, yeah, Got to remember our love. come on back, come on back in my arms. Make everything that better. Come on baby, hurry up now. can you hear me call you back again now? come on baby, stop living around,
If you can just get your mind together, Then come on across to me. We’ll hold hands, And then we’ll watch the sun rise, From the bottom of the sea. But first are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? Well, I have. I know, I know you’ll probably Scream and cry, That your little world won’t let you go, But who in your measly little world Are you trying to prove that You’re made out of gold and a can’t be sold, So’re, are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? Well, I have. Ah, let me prove it to you. Trumpets and violins I can hear in the distance. I think they’re calling our names. Maybe now, you can’t hear them, but you will, haha. If you just take hold of my hand. Oh, but are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful. |
