Castles Made of Sand
Jimi Hendrix Lyrics


Down the street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace"
As she slams the door in his drunken face,
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool

He cries "Oh girl, you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?"
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
And so castles made of sand,
Fall in the sea, eventually

A little Indian brave who before he was ten,
Played war games in the woods with his Indian friends,
And he built a dream that when he grew up,
He would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief

Many moons passed and more the dream grew stronger,
Until tomorrow, he would sing his first war song,
And fight his first battle, but something went wrong,
Surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand,
Melts into the sea, eventually

There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown,
'Cause she was crippled for life, and she couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she could stop living,
So she decided to die

She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore, and to her legs she smiled
"You won't hurt me no more"
But then a sight she'd never seen made her jump and say
"Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way"
And it really didn't have to stop, it just kept on going

And so castles made of sand
Slips into the sea, eventually

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Written by: JIMI HENDRIX

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Ray Ursillo

Down the street, you can hear her scream, "You're a disgrace"
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool

He cries, "Oh girl, you must be mad
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?"
Against the door he leans and starts a scene
And his tears fall and burn on the garden green

And so castles made of sand
Fall in the sea
Eventually

A little Indian brave who before he was ten
Played war games in the woods with his Indian friends
And he built a dream that when he grew up
He would be a fierce warrior Indian chief

Many moons passed 'fore the dream grew strong
Until tomorrow he would sing his first war song
And fight his first battle, but something went wrong
Surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand
Melts into the sea
Eventually

There was a young girl whose heart was a frown
Because she was crippled for life, and she couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she could stop living
So she decided to die

She drove her wheelchair to the edge of the shore
And to her legs she smiled, "You won't hurt me no more"
But then a sight she'd never seen made her jump and say
"Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way"

And it really didn't ever stop
It just kept on going

And so castles made of sand
Slips into the sea
Eventually



PATRICIAYDIEGO ORMAZA-MARTINEZ

Ethan, after reading this comment of yours I can't help but having mixed feelings.

On the one hand, it makes me remember moments of my life, long before the Internet era, being a poor and fool child, and after buying a CD in a department store, finding out that I had bought an empty CD case so, since then, I decided I would never give a cent before I could check what I was buying, let alone music (the artist [that was not Jimi Hendrix, by the way] or the store never regretted having sold me something non-existent so, if they never cared about me, why was I supposed to care about them? [in those days, my friends or myself we always tried to keep updated borrowing or lending this or that LP, so you always knew in advanced, if you bought the LP, if it was worth the effort or not]).
On the other hand, I also can't help thinking that artists need to pay their bills too but, what should be the fair price for their creativity or their creations? I have seen works of art literally destroyed because they weren't preserved or managed properly but, yes OK, sorry, let me return to the subject at hand... Yes, Jimi Hendrix creations, songs and LPs; all right, Jimi died and now, his sister, Janie, manages his copyrights and, if not all, almost all of Jimi's legacy, at this point, in my opinion, the question is, is she doing a good job? Are Jimi Hendrix' compositions and memory being managed properly?Is fair a law that allows somebody, that had nothing to do with the process of creating a work of art, earns the benefits that it could generate or even more than the artist itself?
In my opinion, the answer might be found in the fact, not only of the numbers that Hendrix' LPs may produce at a certain moment, but also taking into consideration how many people know about Jimi Hendrix music and how well people know about Hendrix contributions to popular music, and honestly , if I try to answer this last question, I just can say that, the people of the 21st century seem to know less about Jimi Hendrix and his music than the people of the 20th.
I can't show other people, on YouTube, that the effect that was used to record the guitar solo for the song, 'Give it away' by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, was adopted from the the effect of the guitar solo that sounds in 'Castles made of sand', by Jimi Hendrix.
I can't also show other people how mediocre 'Wait until tomorrow' covered by John Mayer is, if I can't show them the original studio recording of that song by Jimi Hendrix, and so on.
By last, if it were not enough, the best biopic of Jimi Hendrix is, 'All is by my side' (whose soundtrack has not any song composed by Jimi Hendrix) which in general is a film that, at its best, does not do him justice.
But this is the way the world works so I shall enjoy this máster piece until it is banned by Sony or, who knows who...



Stijn Roeles

Down the street, you can hear her scream, "You're a disgrace"
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool

He cries, "Oh girl, you must be mad
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?"
Against the door he leans and starts a scene
And his tears fall and burn on the garden green

And so castles made of sand
Fall in the sea
Eventually

A little Indian brave who before he was ten
Played war games in the woods with his Indian friends
And he built a dream that when he grew up
He would be a fierce warrior Indian chief

Many moons passed 'fore the dream grew strong
Until tomorrow he would sing his first war song
And fight his first battle, but something went wrong
Surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand
Melts into the sea
Eventually

There was a young girl whose heart was a frown
Because she was crippled for life, and she couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she could stop living
So she decided to die

She drove her wheelchair to the edge of the shore
And to her legs she smiled, "You won't hurt me no more"
But then a sight she'd never seen made her jump and say
"Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way"

And it really didn't ever stop
It just kept on going

And so castles made of sand
Slips into the sea
Eventually



John Watt

"There was a young girl whose heart was a frown, 'cause she was crippled for life,
and she couldn't speak a sound, and she wished and prayed she could stop living, so she decided to die.
She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore, and to her legs she smiled you won't hurt me no more.
But then a sight she never seen made her jump and say, look, a golden winged ship is passing my way,
and it really didn't have to stop, it just kept on going,
and so castles made of sand... slips into the sea... eventually".

There are so many girls, with lives up-side down, 'cause they have to wear a mask,
and live like no-one's around. Until one election, they decided to vote.
They took themselves, all standing in line, and made sure their votes counted by voting in time.
Suddenly, some men she had never seen before came in and said stop, we have to monitor you,
to make sure you vote for who we want you to, and they didn't stop, they just kept on watching,
and so democracies lost in cyber-space become weak links for the human race, eventually.



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chris edwards

Finally.better enjoy it while u can

ICEwaterCED

This a ride

MatchesMalone

@LoVeWaVeSdRiFtInG fOrEvEr drifters escape? The

LoVeWaVeSdRiFtInG fOrEvEr

Shagadelic 42 agreed A GREED.. 😞

LoVeWaVeSdRiFtInG fOrEvEr

emil elliman
Id like to hear “Drifting... “ ..as well ..

LoVeWaVeSdRiFtInG fOrEvEr

The Brooklyn Bridge me too.. 💕🌟💕🌟💕🌟💕🌟💕

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Daryl Chambers

Today is the 50th anniversary of Jimi`s passing. Rest Easy. Gone but not forgotten. This is my favourite Hendrix song.

Detrumal l

Its crazy it been 50 years already

peterswar Peterson

Never a truer word spoken. Just born to play guitar. The great man took music to another level. We have jimi to thank for so many great musicians. R.I.P jimi.

RobbieLawsonGuitar

Shame this will get taken down

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