This song comes in mind very often, when I´m walking through the fields and meadows nearby,
to take some pictures.
No idea about the kind of association, but had it again when I captured these leaves in the sunlight.
Not so much a Hendrix fan nowadays,
saw him in 1968, and it was one of the most disappointing concerts I´ve ever seen.
This song however is definitely one of my top ten all time favourites.



THE WIND CRIES MARY
(Jimi Hendrix)


After all the jacks are in their boxes and the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red and the wind whispers Mary

A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind it cries Mary

The traffic lights they turn of blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sails downstream cause the life that lived is is dead
And the wind screams Mary

Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past
And with this crutch its old age and its wisdom
It whispers no this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary


For other songs, poems or proverbs to overcome the November blues, see the 'November Challenge' here:
http://form.pbase.com/viewtopic.php?f=16&t=39245

This image is part of the 'painting my jukebox' gallery, which you can see here:
http://www.pbase.com/wennere_01/painting_my_jukebox