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Well, the first time that I saw you
I could not speak a word
My tongue was tied in giant knots
And I felt so disturbed
At the feeling rushing through me
The heat inside my veins
At the way my nerve ends tingle
Every time you call my name
I've got a lust ignited fever
And I can't put out the flame
Next time that I saw you
I felt so at ease
You had a languid disposition
I had an willingness to please
And your candy apple red lips
Full of violets and sex
Had me harder than a coal train
Had my collar wringing wet
Now I'm gonna crash and burn
But I'm not finished yet
My heart is pounding like a big bass drum
Excited at the thought I might get me some
Lick it off my fingers
Taste it on my tongue
Love you little baby like a machine gun
You're a symphony of elegance
A masterpiece of grace
And animated work of art
Who's acquired a taste
For the flesh of weaker lovers
Lie down on their backs
To be ridden at your leisure
And be taken off like hats
I'm not here for you to walk on
And I'm not your welcome mat
My heart is pounding like a big bass drum
Excited at the thought I might get me some
Lick it off my fingers
Taste it on my tongue
Love you little baby like a machine gun
A machine gun, yeah
The first time that I saw you
I could not speak a word
My tongue was tied in giant knots
And I felt so disturbed
At the feeling rushing through me
The heat inside my veins
At the way my nerve ends tingle
Every time you call my name
I've got a lust ignited fever
And I can't put out the flame
My heart is pounding like a big bass drum
Excited at the thought I might get me some
Lick it off my fingers
Taste it on my tongue
Love you little baby like a machine gun
Ma-ma-ma-machine gun
Machine...
I could not speak a word
My tongue was tied in giant knots
And I felt so disturbed
At the feeling rushing through me
The heat inside my veins
At the way my nerve ends tingle
Every time you call my name
I've got a lust ignited fever
And I can't put out the flame
Next time that I saw you
I felt so at ease
You had a languid disposition
I had an willingness to please
And your candy apple red lips
Full of violets and sex
Had me harder than a coal train
Had my collar wringing wet
Now I'm gonna crash and burn
But I'm not finished yet
My heart is pounding like a big bass drum
Excited at the thought I might get me some
Lick it off my fingers
Taste it on my tongue
Love you little baby like a machine gun
You're a symphony of elegance
A masterpiece of grace
And animated work of art
Who's acquired a taste
For the flesh of weaker lovers
Lie down on their backs
To be ridden at your leisure
And be taken off like hats
I'm not here for you to walk on
And I'm not your welcome mat
My heart is pounding like a big bass drum
Excited at the thought I might get me some
Lick it off my fingers
Taste it on my tongue
Love you little baby like a machine gun
A machine gun, yeah
The first time that I saw you
I could not speak a word
My tongue was tied in giant knots
And I felt so disturbed
At the feeling rushing through me
The heat inside my veins
At the way my nerve ends tingle
Every time you call my name
I've got a lust ignited fever
And I can't put out the flame
My heart is pounding like a big bass drum
Excited at the thought I might get me some
Lick it off my fingers
Taste it on my tongue
Love you little baby like a machine gun
Ma-ma-ma-machine gun
Machine...
Track duration: 11:22
"Machine Gun" as written by John / Oswald
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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Whether Hendrix used a fake "gay" story, or broke his ankle, or faked an injury is irrelevant. He wanted out of the Army. Billy Cox goes on record several times stating this (Billy Cox served with Hendrix in the Army). Hendrix was NOT pro-war as clearly seen by songs like 1983 and Bold as Love.
On to Machine Gun. There is alot of Hendrix history wrapped up in this one little (huge) song. It was the crossroads of many of the problems he faced as a musician, an ambassador, and a human being. At the very end it is the loss of soul, and most importantly, his own soul.
Hendrix was a tireless performer. His goal at first may have been to be famous and have the ladies fancy him, but as he grew in music, he began to realize his importance and his "influence" bothered him greatly. After The Experience took off and his popularity grew, he increasingly faced scrutiny from minority groups like the Black Panthers. They said he wasn't responsible to his culture, which he was greatly saddened and horrified by. Throughout the first shows of Band of Gypsies his white fans were booing him and constantly shouting "Purple Haze" and "Little Wing".
On top of that there was a contract issue, which was resolved by Hendrix agreeing to do a live disc for Ed Chalpin of Capitol Records (Chalpin took Hendrix to court over a contract he had signed in 1964 which Chalpin paid him 1 (one) U.S. dollar for). There was also his deteriorating relationship with Michael Jeffries, who was the major profiteer from the Experience. The icing on the proverbial cake was most likely the day he was robbed at gunpoint by people claiming to be his fans.
The December 31st recording of Machine Gun is his Magnum Opus. The frustration of having to record something that would make a hapless, greedy, unconscionable man rich was met with "well f*** it, I'm gonna go out there and make the best record anyone has ever heard." If you watch the video, during the entire show, he barely moves around, much like he would do in the studio, intensely concentrated on making the sounds. Buddy Miles said that Hendrix was like a man on a mission, and he said there were a few times he thought he saw tears coming down his face. There is no doubt, listening to the song, that he put every last drop of his soul into it.
On January 28th at a show in Madison Square Garden his frustration finally surfaced and he made a crude joke at a woman in the audience after some other woman yelled out "Foxy Lady!"
What you are hearing in Machine Gun is not the death of Vietnamese, or Black Panthers, or white soldiers, or culture, or flowers. It is Hendrix's soul escaping. It is the final, most brilliant moment of the shooting star.
Tearing my body all apart................is actually:
"tearing my Buddies all apart."
Hendrix isn't one of anything. Jimi is ClEaRlY the greatest guitarist that has ever walked on this earth.
Not close.
This song is grace and beauty.
If you want speed, listen to Johnny B Goode from Atlanta......or the opening track from Montery.