Hendrix, Dylan, Young...all the greats

one of my favourite things to do is transcribe the lyrics of a song when i'm listening to it
i recall doing this to Gabriel's Solisbury Hill in HighSchool and giving it to a friend in need

This past weekend it was Hendrix' Little Wing that lifted me, i'm sharing it with you here

music sustains me, holds me, uplifts me
one of my dreams is to write lyrics which will tanscend time

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Jimi Hendrix › Little Wing

Well she’s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about Riding with the wind.
When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It’s alright she says it’s alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.
Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing

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listen to it too! it will move you to tears

Sunday night i was watching a biography on Bob Dylan - his song Like a Rolling Stone has some classic lines that are unforgettable
as i was chatting with a friend i transcribed them for him right then "how does it feel.... to be out on your own.....with no direction home,..... like a complete unknown....like a rolling stone?"

the last in this triology of synchronicity on classic rock relates to an event that occurred
Sunday pm at the ski hill before i left, i overheard an older instructor telling a younger girl who was into punk rock what Neil Young's song "Ohio" meant, what it was all about...history captured in a snapshot of rhythmn and verse... time, captured immortally in music and lyrics...
"Tin soldiers and Nixon coming, We're finally on our own. This summer I hear the drumming Four dead in Ohio." ("Ohio" lyrics by Neil Young)
http://www.thrasherswheat.org/fot/ohio.htm

the poetry, the rhythmn, the rush! when you're at a live concert and everyone's on the same vibe, in the same plane, in the same zone...music connects us all, transcending time...weaving us together... past, present, future