Jane's Addiction - Three Days

Jane's Addiction - Three Days
1990 Ritual de lo Habitual

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Synopsis:

Written by alternative rock band Jane's Addiction, "Three Days" was inspired by Xiola Blue, who came to Los Angeles for her father's funeral, and spent three days with frontman Farrell and his girlfriend in what was quoted as "a haze of sex and drugs." Though the song was written prior to Xiola Blue's death of a heroin overdose in 1987, the song was released in 1990, and the poem at the beginning makes light of this, in memory. The guitar solo is also ranked as #100 on Guitar World's Best Guitar Solos of all time. Pictures and lyrics courtesy of http://janesaddiction.org/

Opening Poem:

At this moment
you should be with us
feeling like we do
like you love to
but never will again
I miss you my dear Xiola

I prepared the room tonight
with Christmas lights
a city of candles
fresh sheets
we are all filled with dense clouds
that have us sunk into the mattress
I need to touch your skin...

an alien she was...

No one made friends as easily as Xiola...

Drug pushing constructors
We were always in the audience that plagued her.
One night I met a poet...

Lyrics:

Three days was the morning
My focus three days old
My head, it landed, to the sound of cricket bows...
I am a proud man anyway...
Covered now by three days...

Three days was the morning
Three lovers, in three ways
We knew when she landed, three days she'd stay
I am a proud man anyway...
Covered now by three days...

We saw shadows of the morning light
The shadows of the evening sun
Till the shadows and the lights were one
We saw shadows of the morning light
The shadows of the evening sun
Till the shadows and the lights were one...

True hunting is over
No herds to follow
Without game, men prey on each other
The family weakens by the bite we swallow...

True leaders gone, of land and people
We choose no kin but adopted strangers
The family weakens by the lengths we travel...
All of us with wings...
All of us with wings...
All of us with wings!
All of us with wings!
All of us with wings!
All of us with wings!

Erotic Jesus lays with his Marys
Loves his Marys
Bits of puzzle, fitting each other

All of us with wings!
"Oh my Marys!
Never wonder...
Night is shelter from nudity's shiver..."
All of us with wings...