(by Jimi Hendrix)


Manic depression is touching my soul

I know what I want but I just don't know 

How to, go about gettin' it 

Feeling sweet feeling, 

Drops from my fingers, fingers 

Manic depression is catchin' my soul 

Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain 

You make love, you break love 

It's all the same 

When it's, when it's over, mama 

Music, sweet music 

I wish I could caress, caress, caress 

Manic depression is a frustrating mess 

Well, I think I'll go turn myself off, 

And go on down 

All the way down 

Really ain't no use in me hanging around 

In your kinda scene 

Music, sweet music 

I wish I could caress, caress, caress 

Manic depression is a frustrating mess