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Jimi Hendrix was your favorite band, So I wanted to be able to connect with you. I obsessed my time to understand, The same knowledge of him you knew. Every time i listened to Hendrix I tried to think the thoughts you thought; An attempt to connect with your senses With the same joy to you he brought. He always kept his guitar on rhythm Like a heart beat's pulse. Is it this that gave you peace within, To make the problems seem false? But you were overtaken by temptation Before I could get to know you better. Death disguised through a drug's sensation. Now i listen to Hendrix like you wrote me a letter. I hear the life that was exposed Through the plucking of his string When he produced what he composed, When sang what he would sing. I close my eyes and picture you, dad; What you would look like. The rare moment you'd be glad, When your elation would take flight. I love Hendrix because i love you, dad; And i wish you could know that. I don't judge you for going mad, I just listen to Hendrix because you'd love that.                                                                                                                                     And read your letter.
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
Hendrix
Jimi Hendrix was your favorite band, So I wanted to be able to connect with you. I obsessed my time to understand, The same knowledge of him you knew. Every time i listened to Hendrix I tried to think the thoughts you thought; An attempt to connect with your senses With the same joy to you he brought. He always kept his guitar on rhythm Like a heart beat's pulse. Is it this that gave you peace within, To make the problems seem false? But you were overtaken by temptation Before I could get to know you better. Death disguised through a drug's sensation. Now i listen to Hendrix like you wrote me a letter. I hear the life that was exposed Through the plucking of his string When he produced what he composed, When sang what he would sing. I close my eyes and picture you, dad; What you would look like. The rare moment you'd be glad, When your elation would take flight. I love Hendrix because i love you, dad; And i wish you could know that. I don't judge you for going mad, I just listen to Hendrix because you'd love that.                                                                                                                                     And read your letter.
Letter to my dad.
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
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