I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.
Jimi HendrixRead
Purple Haze all in my brain, lately things don't seem the same. Actin' funny but I don't know why. 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the experience of confusion and altered perception, suggesting a desire to escape reality.
In this quote, Jimi Hendrix expresses a feeling of disorientation and an altered state of mind, likely influenced by experiences such as love, drug use, or artistic creativity. The imagery of 'purple haze' conveys a surreal atmosphere, while the line 'Excuse me while I kiss the sky' suggests a yearning for liberation and transcendence, emphasizing the struggle to find clarity amidst confusion.
In practice
In a discussion about the 1960s counterculture movement, you might quote Hendrix to highlight the era's themes of liberation and exploration.
I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.
Technically, I'm not a guitar player, all I play is truth and emotion.
I try all night to play a pretty note.
The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.
It's time for a new National Anthem. America is divided into two definite divisions. The easy thing to cop out with is sayin' black and white. You can see a black person. But now to get down to the nitty-gritty, it's getting' to be old and young - not the age, but the way of thinking. Old and new, actually... because there's so many even older people that took half their lives to reach a certain point that little kids understand now.
... with Voodoo Child somebody was filming when we started doing that. We did that about three times because they wanted to film us in the studio, to make us (imitates a pompous voice) 'make it look like you're recording boys' - one of them scenes, you know, so okey, let's play this and then we went into Voodoo Child
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably
The dream of reason produces monsters. Imagination deserted by reason creates impossible, useless thoughts. United with reason, imagination is the mother of all art and the source of all its beauty.
Colour is what gives jewels their worth. They light up and enhance the face. Nothing is more elegant than a black skirt and sweater worn with a sparkling multi-stoned necklace.
I start a lot more songs than I finish, because I realize when I get into them, they're no good. I don't throw them away, I just put them away, store them, get them out of sight.
What art is, in reality, is this missing link, not the links which exist. It's not what you see that is art; art is the gap.
Writing poetry is the hard manual labor of the imagination.
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