CHASING THE DEMON/STEVIE RAY VAUGHAN/LITTLE WING
I weep.
I weep for the darkness,
I weep
for the light. I weep knowing
what you knew, that the perfect notes
are out there somewhere, and you'll wrestle them out
come hell or high water, chasing the demon because
you knew what Hendrix knew, that the perfect notes
are out there somewhere, because it was a perfect pleasure
to hear him chasing the demon
because the perfect notes are out there somewhere
and he was bound
to wrestle them out, come hell or high water
so you joined him imperfectly in the chase
leaving behind this double handfull
of hard bright diamonds
gleaming like stars
in a pitch black sky.