A starkly powerful song with lyrics worthy of Dylan at his best. Hendrix was consciously nodding to Harold Arlen's classic song of very similar title from "The Wizard of Oz" when he penned this searing plea in a tortured and unjust world. "Back at the saloon my tears mix and mildew with my drink/I can't really tell my feet from the sawdust on the floor..." Brilliant, and harrowing. I'm writing this in early August 2025 when, in just the past 24 hours, Trump has fired the chief of the Bureau of Labor Statistics for telling the truth about the economy and job numbers, and has threatened Russia with nuclear weapons, and the Corporation for Public Broadcasting has announced it's shutting down in the wake of Trump's cruel/fascist cutting off funding (ending TV in many rural and poor areas of the country). Jimi- 55 years gone and we need you more than ever.
A starkly powerful song with lyrics worthy of Dylan at his best. Hendrix was consciously nodding to Harold Arlen's classic song of very similar title from "The Wizard of Oz" when he penned this searing plea in a tortured and unjust world. "Back at the saloon my tears mix and mildew with my drink/I can't really tell my feet from the sawdust on the floor..." Brilliant, and harrowing. I'm writing this in early August 2025 when, in just the past 24 hours, Trump has fired the chief of the Bureau of Labor Statistics for telling the truth about the economy and job numbers, and has threatened Russia with nuclear weapons, and the Corporation for Public Broadcasting has announced it's shutting down in the wake of Trump's cruel/fascist cutting off funding (ending TV in many rural and poor areas of the country). Jimi- 55 years gone and we need you more than ever.