fire in the eyes for the sacrifice
fire in the eyes for the sacrifice
his fingers summoned the spirits
his fingers summoned the ghosts
fire in the eyes for the sacrifice
the guitar on the stage floor
the ritualistic ceremony of
lighting the guitar with lighter fluid
till the flames lit the stage
till the guitar lit the stage
fire in the eyes for the sacrifice
fire in the eyes for the sacrifice
setting the guitar on fire and
then in a trance motioning for
the spirits to emerge from the guitar
his fingers summoned the spirits
his fingers summoned the ghosts
the song was no longer a song
the guitar was no longer a guitar
it was all a sacrifice the guitar
was finished the song was finished
the festival was finished but jimi,
jimi had just begun
he played the guitar behind his back
he played the guitar behind his neck
he played the guitar upside down
he played the guitar with his teeth
he played the guitar while doing a
backward somersault
he squirted lighter fluid on the guitar
he lit a match and set the guitar on fire
he summoned the spirits from the guitar
but that was not enough
no, that was not enough
he smashed the flaming guitar on the floor of the stage
he slammed the flaming guitar on the floor of the stage
he destroyed the flaming guitar on the floor of the stage
let me be your black cat bone
i wanta be your black cat bone
let me be your black snake moan
i wanta be your black snake moan
left-handed gun left-handed guitar
jimi’s blitz on the strings
wild thing tonight
coyote came out of the hills
to the edge of town
and the blood moon
matched his fingers on the strings
o fortune teller
whatcha read in his palm
long-fingered jimi
left-handed sacrificial jimi
wailing on the outskirts of the stage
any angle was a good angle
for the camera
to shoot jimi in action
it was high noon
in dodge city
the guitar as sacrificial victim
the fingers summoning the spirits
fire in the eyes for the sacrifice
fire in the eyes for the sacrifice
and prior to the fire the humping
of the amps the playing of the
strings of the guitar with his teeth
let me be your mojo tooth
i wanta be your mojo tooth
let me be your john the conquer root
i wanta be your john the conquer root
an archetype a metaphor one man
one guitar one song wild thing
the blues was the skin that he lived in
was he searching for his voice
was he searching for his face
was he searching for his eyes
was he searching for his sound
was he searching for his tongue
was he searching for his rhythm
the blues was the skin that he lived in
his fingers summoned the spirits
his fingers summoned the ghosts
the guitar goes up in flames but that’s
not enough take the flaming guitar and
smash it and pound it and destroy it
fire in the eyes for the sacrifice
fire in the eyes for the sacrifice
when jimi was asked why he did it
he replied i don’t know, i don’t know
i guess, you know, i guess, you know
it was just some kind of release
