Jim: Jimi, Amy Winehouse is coming?
Jimi: That the British soul chick?
Jim: Soul - let it roll, baby, roll, let it roll, all night long.
Jimi: Think of a song for her?
Jim: This is the end, Beautiful friend, This is the end, My only friend, the end, It hurts to set you
free, But you'll never follow me, The end of laughter and soft lies, The end of nights we tried to die, This is the end.
Jimi: Poetry, James Douglas Morrison. But how about this? And I said fly on my sweet angel, Fly on through the sky, Fly on my sweet, sweet angel, Tomorrow I shall have you by my side.
Brian: You always were the man, James Marshall Hendrix. The foxy ladies' man.
Janis: Well I'm the old lady here ... Oh honey, go on and sit right back down, I want you to count, oh count your fingers, Ah my unhappy, my unlucky, And my little, oh, girl blue. I know you're unhappy, Ooh ah, honey I know, Baby I know just how you feel.
Brian: Amen, Janis Lyn Joplin. You are still the Queen of Rock'n' Roll, the Queen of psychedelic soul.
Janis: And what may I ask have you got to offer our soon to be new house mate Mr Lewis Brian Hopkins Jones?
Brian: A Rolling Stone gathers no moss ... never was much for writing songs. Not like our mate Kurt.
Kurt: Give me a Leonard Cohen afterworld, So I can sigh eternally.
Brian: And you Kurt Donald Cobain said the lyrics weren't important ... She's coming.
Jim: Over futile odds, And laughed at by the gods, And now the final frame, Love is a losing game ... Amy's words.
Jimi: Talent! How old?
Janis: 27, of course, just like us ... Welcome to Rock'n' Roll heaven Amy Jade Winehouse. Any requests?
