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Gypsy Eyes such a rainy day dream away will this be a stone free day or will the rolling purple haze enter up a whole new phaze just like a vodoo child running around in the wild circling around the watchtower seeking out the majic power this foxy lady is such a classic caught in the crosstown traffic the sky is turning hell fire red trying so hard to free my head while someone's house is slowly burning everyones head is slowly turning I only have this one desire let me stand next to your fire the wind crying out for Mary how long can this weight I carry sitting beneath blossoms so shady soaring on a little wing you foxy lady so high in the sky above where all the gods make maddening love it is still raining, I am still dreaming the wild thing below is hot and steaming the Phoenix again will gently rise when I look again into those gypsy eyes Gomer Lepoet...
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
Gypsy Eyes
Gypsy Eyes such a rainy day dream away will this be a stone free day or will the rolling purple haze enter up a whole new phaze just like a vodoo child running around in the wild circling around the watchtower seeking out the majic power this foxy lady is such a classic caught in the crosstown traffic the sky is turning hell fire red trying so hard to free my head while someone's house is slowly burning everyones head is slowly turning I only have this one desire let me stand next to your fire the wind crying out for Mary how long can this weight I carry sitting beneath blossoms so shady soaring on a little wing you foxy lady so high in the sky above where all the gods make maddening love it is still raining, I am still dreaming the wild thing below is hot and steaming the Phoenix again will gently rise when I look again into those gypsy eyes Gomer Lepoet...
inspired by the thoughts and sounds of primoguitarist James Marshall "Jimi" Hendrix
david-nelson
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
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