Jimi Hendrix – If 6 Was 9 vs my own 6 or 9 in 1969

 

 

Jimi Hendrix – If 6 Was 9 Lyrics

Yeah)
(Sing a song, brother)
If the sun refused to shine,
I don't mind, I don't mind.
(Yeah)
If the mountains fell in the sea,
Let it be, it ain't me.
Got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you.

Now, if 6 turned up to be 9,
I don't mind, I don't mind.
If all the hippies cut off all their hair,
I don't care, I don't care.
Dig, cause I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you.

White-collar conservatives flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me.
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die,
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high. .. High!

Hah, hah
Fall mountains, just don't fall on me
Go on mister Businessman,
You can't dress like me.
Nobody know what I'm talking about
I've got my own life to live
I'm the one that's gotta die
When it's time for me to die
So let me live my life the way... I want to.

Yeah. ..
Sing on brother,
Play on brother. ..

 

6 or 9 in 1969

 

Once on a barren farm,

at a chilling dawn,

thousands of young Crazies,

worshipping the sun and MAOnotone.

Oh, my poor Crazies,

shoveling and trimming rocks,

rectangle and square, 

beige and grey,

till they become uniform building blocks.     

Oh, my naive Crazies,

on water, constructing a subtopia and utopia.

 

Once on a dairy farm,

at a creamy dusk,

thousands of young Hippies,

worshipping The Who and Rainbows.

Oh, my joyful Hippies,

shoveling and trimming rocks,

hard and soft, 

blue and purple, 

till they become colorful chalks.    

Oh, my innocent Gypsies,

on Rolling Stones, painting love and dove.

 

6 in my eyes, 

What’s in yours?

9 in the past,

What’s in the present?