Killing Floor (BBC Sessions) - The Jimi Hendrix Experience

Like a loone desperado In my search and bravado I'm not sure what I'm looking for But my overreactions strappado As I adapt into the unknown I find myself to walk alone I want to move I ought to feel I need to drift into a world so unreal And I'm gonna dance Dance Upon a killing floor In between what remains Of my organs and brains There's a fiery pulse rushing my veins As I adapt into the unknown Am I supposed to walk alone? I want to move I ought to feel I need to drift into a world so unreal I need a tight squeeze Brainfreeze Hypersonic ease And still I'm gonna scream out for more And I'm gonna dance Dance I want to move I ought to feel I need to drift into a world so unreal I want to groove I want to flow I'm gonna wail for my creator below I need a tight squeeze Brainfreeze Hypersonic ease And still I'm gonna scream out for more And I'm gonna dance Dance Upon a killing floor

I should've quit you a long time ago I should've quit you, baby, long time ago I should've quit you and went on to Mexico If I had a-followed my first mind If I had a-followed my first mind I'd been gone, it's my second time I should've went on, when my friend come from Mexico at me I shoulda went on, when my friend come from Mexico at me But now I'm foolin' with you, baby, I let ya put me on the killing floor God knows, I should've been gone God knows, I should've been gone And I wouldn't be here, down on the killing floor Yeah

It's poetry carved in flesh It's beautiful hell with us To the deadly sin we confess Tears of joy fill our eyes We are safe with it's bigotries My out there prophesies of doom My heart's a graveyard baby And to evil we make love On our passion's killing floor In my arms you won't sleep safely And of lust we are reborn. On our passion's killing floor At the first kiss the seeds Of hatred are sown Back into darkness we flee To tear our hearts apart We are safe where all fates fail The light inside of our tomb My heart's a graveyard baby And to evil we make love On our passion's killing floor In my arms you won't sleep safely And of lust we are reborn On our passion's killing floor Pulses unchecked Everyone already is dead All we know has been crucifered My heart's a graveyard baby And to evil we make love On our passion's killing floor In my arms you won't sleep safely And of lust we are reborn On our passion's killing floor My heart's a graveyard baby Oh, my heart's a graveyard baby On our passion's killing floor In my arms you won't sleep safely And to evil we make love On our passion's killing floor Forever more That's right

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to radio station EXP Tonight we are featuring an interview with a very peculiar looking gentleman who goes by the name of Mr. Paul Caruso On the dodgy subject of are there, or are there not flying saucers or UFOs? Please Mr. Caruso, please could you give us your regarded opinion on this nonsense about spaceships and even space people? Thank you As you all know, you just can't believe everything you see and hear, can you? Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way But, but, but... huh... I don't believe it

Anger! He smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armor Queen jealousy, envy waits behind him Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted They quietly understand Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready But wonder why the fight is on But they're all bold as love Yes, they're all bold as love Yeah, they're all bold as love Just ask the axis My red is so confident, he flashes trophies of war And ribbons of euphoria Orange is young, full of daring But very unsteady for the first go round My yellow, in this case, is not so mellow In fact, I'm trying to say it's frightened like me And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from Giving my life to a rainbow like you, but I'm Yeah, I'm bold as love, yeah-yeah Well, I'm bold, bold as love Hear me talking, girl I'm bold as love Just ask the axis He knows everything Yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah

Well, I'm standing here, freezing inside your golden garden I got my ladder leaned up against your wall Tonight's the night we planned to run away together Come on, Dolly Mae, there's no time to stall But now you're telling me I think we better wait 'til tomorrow Hey, yeah, hey (I think we better wait 'til tomorrow) Girl, what you're talkin' 'bout? (I think we better wait 'til tomorrow) yeah, yeah, yeah Got to make sure it's right, so until tomorrow, goodnight Oh, what a drag Oh, Dolly Mae, how can you hang me up this way? On the phone you said you wanted to run off with me today Now I'm standing here like some turned-down serenading fool Hearing strange words stutter from the mixed-up mind of you And you keep tellin' me that, ah I think we better wait 'til tomorrow What are you talkin' 'bout? (I think we better wait 'til tomorrow) No, can't wait that long (I think we better wait 'til tomorrow) oh no Gotta make sure it's right until tomorrow, goodnight, oh no Let's see if I can talk to this girl a little bit here Oh, Dolly Mae, girl, you must be insane So unsure of yourself leaning from your unsure window pane Do I see a silhouette of somebody pointing something from a tree? Click bang, what a hang, your daddy just shot poor me And I hear you say as I fade away We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow (hey!) We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow (what you say?) (We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow) It must have been right, so forever, goodnight, listen at you (We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow) Ah! Do I have to wait? Don't have to wait? (We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow) It's a drag on my part (We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow) Don't have to wait, uh, hmm! Oh, no! (We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow) Don't have to wait, don't have to wait, yeah! (We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow) Don't have to wait, don't have to wait (We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow) oh, no I won't be around tomorrow, yeah! (We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow) Don't have to wait (We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow) Goodbye, bye, bye! (We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow) Oh, what a mix up Oh, you gotta be crazy, hey, ow! Don't have to wait 'til tomorrow