Words and music by Jimi Hendrix.
Recorded: Dimensional Sound Studios, New York, 1965
Producer: Ed Chalpin Guitar, Vocals: Jimi Hendrix
Notes: One of Jimi's great interests was voodoo and occultism, and in Ballad of Jimi, he actually predicts his own death. When reading the four last lines, you can figure that five years from this recording (1965), Jimi would die.
(Read an article on Jimi's mysterious death here)
NB: These lyrics may be somewhat inaccurate, as they are my own interpretations of the blurred words from an old stereo LP on one speaker...
Me and my best friend
travelled down life's highway.
We talked of how,
How things should be.
of peace and love,
for you and me.
Dreamed of a life
without hate.
Of a life
filled with love.
On that first day,
He played my guitar.
Somehow I knew
we travelled far,
we travelled fine,
his distant star.
Many things
he would try.
For he knew
Soon he'd die.
Oh, why
did it happen?
All the sadness,
he is gone.
But he
left us something
that time can't erase.
Now he's loved
by us all.
Yes, he's loved
by us all.
That is my story.
It has no end.
Now Jimi's gone,
he's not alone.
His memory
still lives on.
? fox.
? name
though they('re?) still
? pain
?
Five years,
this he said,
he's not gone,
he's just dead.