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~~Flower Child~~ · 10-21-2009, 02:30 PM

SONG: The Wind Cries Mary
ARTIST: Jimi Hendrix
ALBUM: Are You Experienced?

I think the thing that makes this song such a work of art is because- everything a good song needs- it has. And not only does it have every single one of those elements, but they are each exceptional.

The lyrics. Probably the element that hits me the hardest. I really get into Hendrix's writing style that so often mixes reality of life, human emotions, and fantasy all together in one. I was listening to this song the other night through my headphones. I had never really fully gave my attention to every detail of this song before, but while I was listening to it in my completely dark and silent room, I devoted my full attention to it and it just came alive. Everything he sang about I felt and could picture the scenes so vividly in my head. It was at that moment I realized how beautiful this song was. If I were to pick my favorite line out of the song it would be "A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterdays life..." The creativity, imagination, and symbolism used are simply brilliant.

And Hendrix's voice. That sound quality in the song is tops. His voice sounds so far away with that tinge of echo almost like he is singing in an completely empty theater or deserted alleyway. That simple detail compliments the atmosphere of the song perfectly.

And last but not least- that ol' guitar. The riff in this song is just tremendous. Its like a classic riff, yet turned on its head and in thrown in reverse.

"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 yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind it cries mary

The traffic lights they turn of blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sails downstream cause the life that lived is...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"

10-21-2009, 02:30 PM	#115 (permalink)
~~Flower Child~~ Account Disabled Join Date: Jan 2009 Location: classified Posts: 639	SONG: The Wind Cries Mary ARTIST: Jimi Hendrix ALBUM: Are You Experienced? I think the thing that makes this song such a work of art is because- everything a good song needs- it has. And not only does it have every single one of those elements, but they are each exceptional. The lyrics. Probably the element that hits me the hardest. I really get into Hendrix's writing style that so often mixes reality of life, human emotions, and fantasy all together in one. I was listening to this song the other night through my headphones. I had never really fully gave my attention to every detail of this song before, but while I was listening to it in my completely dark and silent room, I devoted my full attention to it and it just came alive. Everything he sang about I felt and could picture the scenes so vividly in my head. It was at that moment I realized how beautiful this song was. If I were to pick my favorite line out of the song it would be "A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterdays life..." The creativity, imagination, and symbolism used are simply brilliant. And Hendrix's voice. That sound quality in the song is tops. His voice sounds so far away with that tinge of echo almost like he is singing in an completely empty theater or deserted alleyway. That simple detail compliments the atmosphere of the song perfectly. And last but not least- that ol' guitar. The riff in this song is just tremendous. Its like a classic riff, yet turned on its head and in thrown in reverse. "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 yesterdays life Somewhere a queen is weeping somewhere a king has no wife And the wind it cries mary The traffic lights they turn of blue tomorrow And shine their emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sails downstream cause the life that lived is...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" Last edited by Flower Child; 11-01-2009 at 07:48 AM.