Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
man has known and now he's blown it upside down and hell's the only sound,
we did an awful job and now they say it's nobody's fault
Interviewer : How does it feel to be the greatest guitarist in the world ?
Jimmy Hendrix : I don't know, go ask Rory Gallagher.
man has known and now he's blown it upside down and hell's the only sound,
we did an awful job and now they say it's nobody's fault
Interviewer : How does it feel to be the greatest guitarist in the world ?
Jimmy Hendrix : I don't know, go ask Rory Gallagher.
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