The morning is dead / And the day is, too There’s nothing left here to meet me / But the velvet moon All my loneliness I have felt today It’s like a little more than enough / To make a man throw himself away And I continue / To burn the midnight lamp / Alone Now the smiling portrait of you / Is still hangin’ on my frowning wall But it really doesn’t, really doesn’t bother me / Too much at all
It’s just the ever falling dust / That makes it so hard for me to see
That forgotten earring layin’ on the floor
Facing coldly towards the door
And I continue / To burn the midnight lamp / Lord, alone /Burn . . .
Loneliness is such a drag . . .
So here I sit and face / That same old fireplace
Getting ready for the same old explosion / Goin’ through my mind
And soon enough, time me tell / About the circus and the wishing well
And someone who will buy and sell for me / Someone who will toll my bell
And I continue / To burn the same old lamp
Alone yeah lightnin’, can ya hear me callin’ you?
So lonely gonna blow my mind / Yeah, yeah lonely lonely . . . my my. . .
Jimi Hendrix 1967 BMG Rights Management
While the bridegroom tarried, they all slumbered and slept. And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him. Then all those virgins arose, and trimmed their lamps. And the foolish said unto the wise, Give us of your oil; for our lamps are gone out. But the wise answered, saying, Not so; lest there be not enough for us and you:
but go ye rather to them that sell, and buy for yourselves. And while they went to buy, the bridegroom came;
and they that were ready went in with him to the marriage: and the door was shut. Afterward came also the other virgins, saying, Lord, Lord, open to us. But he answered and said, Verily I say unto you, I know you not. Watch therefore, for ye know neither the day nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh.