“I dreamed about Jimi Hendrix
he came back for one day”

— Mike Scott

"The Return of Jimi Hendrix"
Dream Harder (1993)
Context: I dreamed about Jimi Hendrix
he came back for one day
was born weepin' out of an egg
the mid-wife said
and straight away began to pray
with lifted head

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