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An Open Vox
The eerie sounds of an open vox
a guitar howls
like a dying fox
the pictures fuzzy
but it still growls
through the TV box.
Sillouhetted by a downing sun
axe in hand
hes second to none
the pound on pound
just blasts like a timeless bomb
he died too young
did this number one
A musical genius from the past
who gleams through impervious
forever he will last
All regal he stands there
bringing back to life the open 60's air
although i wasnt born
i know i was there
people would stand open mouthed and stare
at an amazing figure
who outshines the sun
forever jimi will glare
forever and always number one.
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Published 6th Jan 2010
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6th Jan 2010 1:16pm
.. had an oversize penis (reputedly) but I doubt that he needed it. I always wonder if his fame would have been slightly less without the sadness of his terribly premature death. What a barrier smasher the man was.
6th Jan 2010 1:34pm
....sorry Paul, mate - forgot to say I like the poem's feel very much - there's a smoke filled room where the great man still weaves magic. You see - JH sidetracked me again!!
6th Jan 2010 3:12pm
thanks Abra , yeah he was also a lyrical genius not to mention probably the greatest guitarist the world has ever seen he still weaves alright no doubt there and yeah theres a few laydees who repute his titanic tool haha as you said he'd have needed it I suppose haha
