I see fingers, hands and shades of faces
Reachin' up and not quite touchin' the promised land
I hear pleas and prayers and a desperate whisper sayin'
Oh lord please give us a helpin' hand
Way down in the background
I can see frustrated souls and cities burning
And all across the water babe
I see weather's barkin' out the stain of death
And up in the clouds I can imagine UFO's chucklin to themselves
Laughin' they sayin',
Those people so uptight, they sure know how to make a mess
Back at the saloon my tears mix with mildew with my drink
I can't really tell my feet from the sight of the stone on the floor
But as far as I know they may even try to wrap me up in cellophane and sell me
Brothers help me and don't worry about lookin at the storm
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This chart topping single is defined by Jimi’s animosity towards injustice. He sees cities burning and sympathizes with extraterrestrials all while drinking a tear-filled cocktail, wondering when it’s his turn to be packaged and sold. Still incredibly relevant even by today’s standards; [LISTEN].
First taste of unearthed ’68-’69 recordings Hendrix was to dub People, Hell & Angels, catches Stephen Stills on a midnight bass line, Buddy Miles all sorts of loose, funky drummin’ giving the master of wah room to prophesize some surreal bluesims. Apocalyptic angst in the key of Jimi. Welcome back.
|2||Let Me Move You|
|6||Hey Gypsy Boy|
|8||Villanova Junction Blues|
|11||Hear My Train a Comin|
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|Jimi Hendrix - People, Hell & Angels Album Lyrics|
|2.||Let Me Move You|
|6.||Hey Gypsy Boy|
|8.||Villanova Junction Blues|
|11.||Hear My Train a Comin|
|2||Hear My Train a Comin|
|5||Villanova Junction Blues|