Showing posts with label Jimi Hendrix. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jimi Hendrix. Show all posts

Friday, June 08, 2012

And the Wind Cries .......

This looks SOOOOOOOO much better in real life !

 My first diptych or work in two joining canvasses. 
{Click HERE for a larger view} It has been a long time coming. After listening to this particular song again in December last year {see this post} I felt it cried out for me to paint it somehow. It is a song by the legendary Jimi Hendrix and whenever he jumps into my mind I see purple {probably because of that other famous song of his "Purple Haze"} So somehow I combined the two and I wanted it to be like a thin wind or haze of some sort. In her hair are the full lyrics to the song, with the minor adjustment of 'your name' instead of Mary {so that it speaks to us all}

'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 your name
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 cries your name
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 your name
Uh-will the wind ever remember 
The names it has blow in the past? 
'n with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom 
It whispers no, this will be the last 
And the wind cries your name'

Saturday, December 03, 2011

music to my ears


I am just chilling out and enjoying some music this afternoon
and thinking to myself that some of the songs I listen to...
they feed me another challenge...
...this song .....cries paint-me ....


'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 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? 
'n with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom 
It whispers no, this will be the last 
And the wind cries Mary'