As long as you want to believe the world is a stage, then appoint me, your electric stagehand. And I shall produce upon you an overwhelming hurricane and sling you through the vast middle… as calm as an untouched baby’s brain I shall let it drain away your clammy nerve… See your children outside the swirling hurricane, with your blurred tears, laughing at your vision keen. Wonder, don’t they, where you learn how to bleed and scream your homemade pain.
Music goes by the rules of the present air. Listen passively as my guitar howls and grinds and unwinds and dines upon the spelling of your name… You’re on stage! Hear The World Hurricane applaud… See your reflection on your self-made stage as you are forced up to the spinning edge. "The world is a stage, the world is a stage"… History even forgets. The hurricane leaves before you finish off the world; Thank God.
Your act’s a disgrace.
{Jimi - 1969}
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