Jim Morrison

James Douglas Morrison (8 December 1943 – 3 July 1971) was an American singer, poet, songwriter, writer, and film director. He is best known as the lead singer and lyricist of The Doors, and is widely considered to be one of the most charismatic frontmen in rock music history. He was also the author of several books of poetry, and the director of a documentary and short film.

Robby Krieger (guitarist), Jim Morrison (vocalist), Ray Manzarek (keyboardist), and John Densmore (drummer).

Lyric Sourced: You know the day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Tried to run — Tried to hide — Break on through to the other side! "Break on Through (To The Other Side)" from The Doors (1967) We chased our pleasures here, Dug our treasures there, But can you still recall The time we cried? Break on through to the other side. "Break on Through (To The Other Side)" from The Doors It hurts to set you free, but you’ll never follow me. "The End" from The Doors (1967) People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down. "People Are Strange" on the album Strange Days (1967)

At first flash of Eden, we race down to the sea. Standing there on freedom’s shore. Waiting for the sun...When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange. "People Are Strange" on the album Strange Days (1967) Five to one, baby One in five No one here gets out alive, now You get yours, baby I'll get mine Gonna make it, baby If we try. "Five to One" on the album Waiting for the Sun (1968) The old get older And the young get stronger May take a week And it may take longer They got the guns But we got the numbers Gonna win, yeah We're takin' over Come on! "Five to One" on the album Waiting for the Sun (1968) At first flash of Eden, We race down to the sea. Standing there on Freedom's shore. Waiting for the sun... "Waiting for the Sun" on the album Morrison Hotel (1970) This is the strangest life I’ve ever known. "Waiting for the Sun" on the album Morrison Hotel (1970) Killer on the road His brain is squirming like a toad. "Riders on the Storm" from the album L.A. Woman (1971). Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God. "The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)" on the albums L. A. Woman (1971) and An American Prayer (1978) I'll tell you this — No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn. "The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)" on the albums L. A. Woman (1971) and An American Prayer (1978) Mute nostril agony. "Horse Latitudes"

Too long and curious a glance. Events take place beyond our knowledge or control.. and imitates the keyhole or voyeur's window without need of color. The world becomes an apparently infinite. Few would defend a small view of Alchemy as "Mother of Chemistry". The adept holds to both the mystical and physical work. Too long and curious a glance. Live in New York" (1970) The Lords: Notes on Vision (1969) The Lords have secret entrances and they know disguises. A wrong gesture. religion of matter. Cinema. aimed at purifying and transforming all being and matter. They can picture love affairs of chemicals and stars. To make oneself invisible or small. which claims for its realm both the erotic and the untampered observance of real life. Cinema has evolved in two paths. and confuse its true goal with those external metal arts. Between men and planets. To place oneself anywhere in space or time. Strange. The Lords. A wrong gesture. heir of alchemy. Cinema returns us to anima. But they give themselves away in minor ways. card game. words and weather. involved in buried aspects of reality. yet possibly finite. Not to suggest that material operations are ever abandoned. We should enlist them into bands of perceivers to tour the labyrinth during their mysterious nocturnal appearances. of events on other worlds. To change the course of nature. Too much glint of light in the eye. The other is peep show. To exalt senses and perceive inaccessible images. The subject says "I see first lots of things which dance — then everything becomes gradually connected". or the fertility of fire. fertile correspondences the alchemists sensed in unlikely orders of being.. Our lives are lived for us. Like the phantasmagoria. . special perceptions are being developed.) You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows. Alchemy is an erotic science. or in the minds of others. noise. mirrors one way. in one's deepest inner mind. last of an erotic science. The Lords have secret entrances and they know disguises.Don't let me die in an automobile I wanna lie in an open field Want the snakes to suck my skin Want the worms to be my friends Want the birds to eat my eyes As here I lie The clouds fly by "The End. But gradually. The idea of the "Lords" is beginning to form in some minds. We can only try to enslave others. a romance of stones. Image combinations. comprise the world game. To summon the dead. which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings. To become gigantic and reach to the farthest things. (Windows work two ways. grandeur.Yoga powers. plants and gestures. permutations. Too much glint of light in the eye. One is spectacle. its goal is the creation of a total substitute sensory world. But they give themselves away in minor ways.

The streets flow stone. whispers quietly. . Life goes on absorbing war.The New Creatures (1969) I can't believe this is happening I can't believe all these people are sniffing each other & backing away teeth grinning hair raised. here in the slaughtered wind Do you dare deny my potency my kindness or forgiveness? Camel caravans bear witness guns to Caesar. becomes an island. The sun. There they are watching us everything will be dark. This is it no more fun the death of all joy has come. Cool pools from a tired land sink now in the peace of evening Clouds weaken and die. Hordes crawl and seep inside the walls. The light changed. an orange skull. growling. & is gone. Violence kills the temple of no sex. We were aware knee-deep in the fluttering air as the ships move on trains in their wake.

were just running around freaking out. And they're still there. were driving through the desert.V. Me and my mother and father. dig? Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws . and a grandmother and a grandfather. all the myths of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying We live. we die and death not ends it I touched her thigh and death smiled We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets resident mockery give us an hour for magic I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T. I want roses in my garden bower. looking back — is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians. and just leaped into my soul.. his head is just floating in the breeze. So the car pulls up and stops.. and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car. That was the first time I tasted fear. Tower. or just — I don't know what happened — but there were Indians scattered all over the highway. maybe one or two of 'em. The reaction I get now thinking about it. man.An American Prayer (1978) Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind... I musta' been about four — like a child is like a flower. at dawn. Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom? Have you been born yet & are you alive? Let's reinvent the gods. bleeding to death.

The closest they ever get is the television set. They have no real control over events or their own lives. You trade in your reality for a role. after that. We must not forget that the lizard and the snake are identified with the unconscious and with the forces of evil. It can't be a lasting thing. The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. disease and war. You are free. I think that a snake just embodies everything that we fear. Someday. your life and death. and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. put on a mask. fear has no power. You give up your ability to feel. and in exchange. uh huh Let's climb through the tide Penetrate the evenin' that the City sleeps to hide Do you know freedom exists in a school book Did you know madmen are running our prisions With'in a jail With'in a gaol With'in a white free protestant maelstrom We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us. There's something deep in human memory that responds strongly to snakes. you might recall all of the rest — (did you have a good world when you died?) — enough to base a movie on? They're making a joke of our universe Let's swim to the moon. Unsourced Hero is someone who rebels or seems to rebel against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them. You've seen your birth. What that book (Lords and New Creatures) is a lot about is the powerlessness that people have in the face of reality. who knows. Obviously that can only work at moments. You have seen This entertainment through and through. and you just have to realize that it's not that you have outgrown the audience. Something is controlling them. Even if you've never seen one. we might conquer death. Expose yourself to your deepest fear. That's not saying that people shouldn't keep trying to rebel against the facts of existence. it's . I think there's a certain moment when you're right in time with your audience and then you both grow out of it.I will not go But for a feast of Friends To the Giant family The program for this evening is not new.

It could be good. and they'll never see anything like it ever again... I think there's a whole region of images and feelings inside us that rarely are given outlet in daily life. I want to taste it. The difference between suicide and slow capitulation. when he sees it... This other kingdom seems by far the best. Maybe primitive people have less bullshit to let go of. It's a recognition of forces that rarely see the light of day. It loosens people up and stimulates conversation. No more money. It'd be a good way to go. Your feelings are a part of you. And when they do come out.. I think I was just fed up with the image that had been created around me. I enjoy drinking.. it could be a disaster. we can't drag people through. Love hurts. to give up.. That's what matters. Pain is something to carry. I see myself as a huge fiery comet. That has to go on something else.. I want the freedom to try everything. and hide them. All the bullshit that he's been taught — all society's brainwashing. I can't free them unless they want to be free. I offer images — I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached — like the Doors. which I sometimes consciously. But they're wrong. Most people aren't willing to do that. It's all in how you carry it. Feelings are disturbing.just that the audience and you both are too old for that. or of old age. It's the dark side. it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. A person has to be willing to give up everything — not just wealth. People are afraid of themselves. Everyone. but that's bullshit. a shooting star. If you feel ashamed of them. smell it. and let the younger people do that. no more fancy dress. Somehow it's like gambling. Pain is a feeling. you're doing something. . I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable. right? But we can only open the doors. I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then — whoosh. and they won't be able to forget me — ever. People try to hide their pain. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. hear it. and I'm gone. Your own reality. I like any reaction I can get with my music. If my poetry aims to achieve anything. I want to feel what it's like. in between. Anything else is just. Everyone stops. their feelings most of all. I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. I don't want to miss it. It's a throw of the dice. the more the other forces make their plea. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. stoned people to actually wake up and think. It just got too much for me to really stomach and so I put an end to it one glorious evening. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk. Death is only going to happen to you once. and you don't know where you'll end up the next morning. most of the time unconsciously cooperated with. Just anything to get people to think. of their own reality. they can take perverse forms. or OD. recognizes the same thing in himself. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain. I don't want to die in my sleep. The more civilized we get on the surface. People talk about how great love is. you're letting society destroy your reality. You have to let go of all that to get to the other side. you go out for a night of drinking. like a radio.

I think of myself as an intelligent. not feel. but especially in films. but I don't recall it. derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown. That's what real love amounts to-letting a person be what he really is. you become authority.' When sex involves all the senses intensely. Film spectators are quiet vampires. strange and haunting. Hatred is a very underestimated emotion. It's a subtle kind of murder. Maybe I was having one of my blackouts. prolonged. Music inflames temperament. Think of us as erotic politicians. The body tries to tell the truth. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. controls the mind. they force us to destroy the person we really are. At the point of death. Sex is full of lies. Or. You are too young to be old. Whoever controls the media. and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. Opens all doors. Friends can help each other. Listen. endlessly searching for a half-formed shadow of our lost reality. The path of the sun. Yeah. I guess it is a friend. I can do anything. (in response to a DJ announcing to the audience: "Please welcome Jim Morrison and the Doors!") Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. a sensuous. Drugs are a bet with your mind. The world we suggest should be of a new wild West. turned loose in this world to wander in search of a phantom. You can walk through anyone that suits you. But. the pain is over. We're like actors. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul. The most loving parents and relatives commit this murder with smiles on their faces.. I believe in a long. When you make peace with authority. it can be like a mystical experience. the name of the band is The Doors. Love cannot save you from your own fate. I am the lizard king. Life hurts a lot more than death. People fear death even more than pain. I think in art. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel. It's strange that they fear death. We cripple ourselves with lies. it just ticks off the possibilities.They claim everyone was born. sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments. We are from the West.. people are trying to confirm their own existences. It's The Doors. it's usually too battered with rules to be heard. . When others demand that we become the people they want us to be. evil world. real poetry doesn't say anything.

. Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I like ideas about the breaking away or overthrowing of established order.. Personal. on and individual level. disorder. I knew instinctively what people would catch on to. and my grandmother and grandfather. especially activity that seems to have no meaning. Each generation wants new symbols. and in exchange. The first time I discovered death. I was very good at manipulating publicity with a few little phrases like 'erotic politicians'. That's all it was: curiosity.unless you take away his freedom to feel. Violence isn't always evil. solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict. so I dropped those little jewels here and there. so I had to stay in the car while my father and grandfather went to check it out. That can destroy him. at that moment.me and my mother and father. ready to sit there and absorb it. freaking out. I didn't see nothing. The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. were driving through the desert at dawn. We fear violence less than our own feelings. because I could dig the vibrations of the people around me. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution. I was just a kid.external freedom is a way to bring about internal freedom. There are things known and there are things unknown and in between are the Doors. new names. chaos. I think that more than writing and music. You trade in your reality for a role. What's evil is the infatuation with violence. It's got to happen inside first. bleeding to death. Having grown up with TV and mass magazines. Nobody can win it for you. my greatest talent is that I have an instinctive knack of self-image propagation. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors. The future is uncertain and the end is always near. You give up your ability to feel. It seems to me to be the road towards freedom . [This is a quote from William Blake] Did you know freedom exists in a schoolbook? Mankind still needs a savior such as you! WAKE UP .maybe one or two of them-were just running around. seemingly very innocently.. private. That was the first time I tasted fear. and I was like a sponge. A truckload of Indians had either hit another car or something.and I do think. I am interested in anything about revolt.Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts. the souls of those dead Indians.there were Indians scattered all over the highway. You trade in your sense for an act. but I knew something was happening. and just landed in my soul.all I saw was funny red paint and people lying around. new people.. and all of a sudden I realized that they didn't know what was happening any more than I did. Each day is a drive thru history. That kind of freedom can't be granted. The appeal of cinema lies in the fear of death. I was curious to see what would happen. You can take away a man's political freedom and you won't hurt him. I was just calling signals. put on a mask. of course.

You're Lost Little Girl and Touch Me (and some other songs on the Soft Parade album) etc. because he cited the phrase in interviews as the inspiration for the name "The Doors" without always crediting Huxley as the source. "Light My Fire" (1967) Because Jim Morrison sang this as a breakthrough hit for The Doors. Everything in between is well.. this is often mistakenly thought to have been written by him. Misattributions You know that it would be untrue You know that I would be a liar If I was to say to you Girl. we couldn't get much higher. . However the second verse of the song Light My Fire was written by Morrison. light my fire — Come on baby... let's do it. I ain't talking 'bout no revolution and I' not talkin' about no demonstrations. and in between are the doors of perception.. Come on baby. and he was the groups primary songwriter.. Ladies and Gentlemen.. This was Aldous Huxley.I think the highest and lowest points for a musician are the most important. but it is sometimes credited to Morrison. There are things known and there are things unknown. It was actually written by guitarist Robby Krieger. money beats soul every time. C'mon! (11/4/69 Takes 13-15) Now listen here. in between. using a term "the doors of perception" which originated with William Blake. Anything you want. and so were some other songs including Love Her Madly. light my fire — Try to set the night on fire.

"American Night" – 0:28 13. Black Polished Chrome / Latino Chrome – 3:22 6. bass Robbie Krieger – guitar John Densmore – drums 1995 Remastered Edition Awake 1. "Newborn Awakening" – 2:26 To Come of Age 5. "Lament" – 2:18 16. The Hitchhiker – 2:16 13. spoken word Ray Manzarek – keyboards. "Black Polished Chrome" – 1:07 7. lyrics and stories by Jim Morrison. Angels And Sailors / Stoned Immaculate – 4:20 7. Awake – 0:36 2. "Angels and Sailors" – 2:46 9. 1978 Jim Morrison – Vocals. "An American Prayer" – 3:04 18. Roadhouse Blues – 6:59 11. Invocations – 1:58 9. "The Hitchhiker" – 2:15 An American Prayer 17. "Bird Of Prey" – 1:03 23. "Freedom Exists" – 0:20 20. Lament – 2:19 12. "Awake" – 0:35 2. 1. Ghost Song – 2:50 3. Robby Krieger. "Dawn's Highway" – 1:21 4. American Night – 0:29 10. "A Feast Of Friends" – 2:10 (also known as "The Severed Garden") Bonus tracks: 21. "Babylon Fading" – 1:40 22. "Hour For Magic" – 1:17 19. "To Come of Age" – 1:01 6. and John Densmore. "Curses. "Latino Chrome" – 2:14 8. Dawn's Highway / Newborn Awakening – 3:48 4. "The Ghost Song" [Extended Version] – 5:15 . Curses. "Roadhouse Blues" – 5:53 14. An American Prayer – 6:53 The End Albinoni: Adagio Certification: RIAA: Platinum An American Prayer – Jim Morrison – November 17. Invocations" – 1:57 World on Fire 12. To Come Of Age – 1:02 5. "Stoned Immaculate" – 1:33 The Poet's Dream 10. "The World On Fire" – 1:06 15. The Movie – 1:36 8. music by Ray Manzarek.Track List : Poems. "The Movie" – 1:35 11. "Ghost Song" – 2:50 3.

I musta' been about four . So the car pulls up and stops.. The reaction I get now thinking about it.were just Running around freaking out. and just leaped into my .maybe one or two of 'em.is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians.I don't Know what happened .but there were Indians scattered All over the highway."Awake" Is everybody in? Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin. "Dawn's Highway / Newborn Awakening" Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Choose they croon the Ancient Ones The time has come again Choose now. Wake Up! You can't remember where it was Had this dream stopped? "Ghost Song" Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child. at dawn. or just .. my sweet one.and a Grandmother and a grandfather . bleeding to death.mother and father . Me and my -ah. A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon Couples naked race down by it's quiet side And we laugh like soft. his head is just floating in the Breeze. looking Back . man. That was the first time I tasted fear.like a child is Like a flower. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day's divinity First thing you see. and a truck load of Indian Workers had either hit another car.were driving through The desert. mad children Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices are all around us... they croon Beneath the moon Beside an ancient lake Enter again the sweet forest Enter the hot dream Come with us Everything is broken up and dances.

Indian. "Black Polished Chrome / Latino Chrome" The music was new Black polished chrome And came over the summer Like liquid night. Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers Blood will be born in the birth if a nation Blood is the rose of mysterious union Blood on the rise. Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. "Newborn Awakening” Gently they stir. chatting blindly? I called you up to anoint the earth I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin I called you to wish you well To glory in self like a new monster And now I call you to pray "To Come Of Age" A military station in the desert.A. . joints of time? The Base To come of age in a dry place Holes and caves. Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice Blood in my love in the terrible summer Bloody red sun of Phantastic L. it's following me.Soul. My friend drove and hour each day from the mountains The bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lap Someone shot the bird in the afternoon dance show They gave out free records to the best couple Spades dance best. cheering. nothing at all. Indian what did you die for? Indian says. Can we resolve the past Lurking jaws. from the hip. gently rise The dead are newborn awakening With ravaged limbs and wet souls Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement Who called these dead to dance? Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand? Was it the wilderness children? Was it the ghost god himself. stuttering. And they're still in there.

My gang will get you Scenes of rape in the arroyo Seduction in cars.. the young one. stripped Out to get liquor and clothes Half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer Jumped. a newer stranger Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt She's trying to rie Story of her boyfriend.The DJ's took pills to stay awake And play for seven days They went to the studio And someone knew him Someone knew the TV showman He came to our homeroom party And played records And when he left in the hot noon sun And walked to his car We saw the chooks had written F-U-C-K on his windshield He wiped it off with a rag And smiling cooly drove away He's rich. C'mon. Always a playground instructor. I will never treat you mean Never start no kind of scene I'll tell you every place and person that I've been. I show you good time. "Angels And Sailors / Stoned Immaculate" Angels and sailors Rich girls Backyard fences Tents Dreams watching each other narrowly Soft luxuriant cars Girls in garages. abandoned buildings Fights at the food stand The dust The shoes Open shirts and raised collars Bright sculptured hair. the other. never a killer Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over He manouvered two girls into his hotel room One a friend. This place has everything. grass? C'mon. you want girls. Got a big car. humped... I show you. pills. Hey man. born to suffer Made to undress in the wilderness.. of teenage stoned death games .

Handsome lad. "The Movie" The movie will begin in five moments The mindless voice announced . slow and mad Like some new language Reaching your head with the cold. dead in a car Confusion No connections Come 'ere I love you Peace on earth Will you die for me? Eat me This way The end I'll always be true Never go out. with belt Haven't I been through enough? she asks Now dressed and leaving The Spanish girl begins to bleed She says her period It's Catholic heaven I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck My chest is hard and brown Lying on stained. sardonically. "Stoned Immaculate" I'll tell you this. I'm surprised you could get it up He whips her lightly.. Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused One summer night.. No eternal reward will forgive us now For wasting the dawn. sneaking out on you. wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion. wandering in hopless night Out here in the perimeter there are no stars Out here we is stoned Immaculate. Enterprise We talked and they told me this story Now listen to this. I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat Soft driven. babe If you'll only show me Far Arden again.. going to the pier I ran into two young girls The blonde one was called Freedom The dark one. sudden fury of a divine messenger Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god Wandering..

all your friends are here When can I meet them? After you've eaten I'm not hungry Uh. Invocations Weird bate-headed mongrels I keep expecting one of you to rise Large buxom obese queen Garden hogs and cunt veterans Quaint cabbage saints Shit hoarders and individualists Drag strip officials Tight lipped losers and Lustful fuck salesman My militant dandies All strange orders of monsters Hot on the tail of the woodvine We welcome you to our procession Here come the Comedians Look at them smile Watch them dance an Indian mile Look at them gesture How aplomb So to gesture everyone Words dissemble Words be quick Words resemble walking sticks Plant them they will grow . I'm getting out of here Where are you going? To the other side of morning Please don't chase the clouds. languidly into the hall The auditorium was vast and silent As we seated and were darkened. The program for this evening is not new You've seen this entertainment through and through You've seen your birth your life and death You might recall all of the rest Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on?. friendly hand. the voice continued. Invocations" Curses. impossible concentration. pagodas Her cunt gripped him like a warm.All those unseated will await the next show. It's alright. "Curses. we meant beaten Silver stream. We filed slowly. silvery scream Oooooh.

The Grand Hotel..I am a Sagittarius The most philosophical of all the signs But anyway.. man! listen..... . the death of my cock gives life Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry Taught us god in the child's praye in the night Guitar player Ancient wise satyr Sing your ode to my cock Caress it's lament Stiffen and guide us.. He was drunk a big party last night back going back In all directions sleeping these insane hours I'll never wake up In a good mood again I'm sick of these stinky boots "Lament" Lament for my cock Sore and crucified I seek to know you Aquiring soulful wisdom You can open walls of mystery Stripshow How to aquire death in the morning show TV death which the child absorbs Deathwell mystery which makes me write Slow train. but I wanna have My kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames Alright! "The World on Fire” The World on Fire..that's right. I. that's right. man. listen! Listen! Listen...Watch them waver so I'll always be a word man Better then a bird man "American Night" All hail the American night! What was that? I don't know Sounds like guns..Taxi from Africa.thunder..... I tell you this I don't know what's gonna happen. baby.Alright! Alright! Alright! Hey. I don't believe in it I think it's a bunch of bullshit. man. man! I don't know how many you people believe in astrology. myself But I tell you this. Yeah. we frozen ..

old friend Death and my cock are the world I can forgive my injuries in the name of Wisdom Luxury Romance Sentence upon sentence Words are the healing lament For the death of my cock's spirit Has no meaning in the soft fire Words got me the wound and will get me well I you believe it All join now and lament the death of my cock A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night Boys get crazy in the head and suffer I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence "The Hitchhiker" Thoughts in time and out of season The Hitchhiker Stood by the side of the road And leveled his thumb In the calm calculus of reason Hi.. In the middle of it "Riders on the storm" Right. "Into this world we're born" . I was out on the desert for awhile "Riders on the storm" Yeah.A..Lost cells The knowledge of cancer To speak to the heart And give the great gift Words Power Trance This stable friend and the beast of his zoo Wild haired chicks Women flowering in their summit Monsters of skin Each color connects To create the boat Which rocks the race Could any hell be more horrible Than now And real? I pressed her thigh and death smiled Death. How you doin'? I just got back into town L.

ya know "Like a dog without a bone An actor out on loan" I don't know how to tell you "Riders on the storm" But.. ya know I don't think anybody will find out about it. but. "Let your children play" This guy gave me a ride. ya know "Killer on the road" And I wasted him Yeah "An American Prayer" Do you know the warm progress Under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys To the kingdom Have you been borne yet . listen.. ah.. "If you give this man a ride" Started giving me a lot of trouble "Sweet family will die" And I just couldn't take it..Hey.. man. I killed somebody "There's a killer on the road" No.. ah. and ah. " take a long holiday" Just. I really got a problem "Into this world we're thrown" When I was out on the desert... "His brain is squirming like a toad" It's no big deal.

we die & death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare Cling to life Our passion'd flower Cling to Cunts & cocks Of despair We got our final vision By clap .& are you alive? Let's reinvent the gods. The moon is dry blood beast Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers In the next block of green vine Amassing for warfare on innocent Herdsman who are just dying O great creator of being Grant us one more hour to Perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying We live.V. all teh myths Of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons Of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees Of the forest Our mother is dead in the sea Do you know we are being led to Slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting Obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by T.

Columbus groin got Filled w/green death (I touched her thigh & death smiled) We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom Of the streets The barns are stormed The windows kept & only one of all the rest To dance & save us W/the divine mockery Of words Music inflames temperament (When the true King's murderers Are allowed to roam free A 1000 Magicians arise in the land) Where are the feasts We are promised Where is the wine The New Wine (dying on the vine) Resident mockery Give us an hour for magic We of the purple glove We of the starling flight & velvet hour We of arabic pleasures's breed We of sundome & the night Give us a creed To believe A nightr of lust Give us trust in The Night .

w/in a gaol W/in a white free protestant Maelstrom We're perched headlong On the edge of boredom We're reaching for death On the end of a candle We're trying for something That's already found us .Give of color Hundred hues A rich mandala For me & for you & for your silky Pillowed house A head. wisdom & a bed Troubled decree Resident mockery Has claimed thee We used to believe In the good old days We still receive In little ways The things of Kindness & unsporting brow Forget & allow Did you know freedom exists In school books Did you know madmen are Running our prisons W/in a jail.

Wow. blood-meal For the plant that's plowed They are waiting to take us into The severed garden Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful Comes death on a stranger hour Unannounced. I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain South Cruel bindings The sevants have the power Dog-men & their mean women Pulling poor blankets over Our sailors I'm sick of dour faces Starong at me from the T.V. rubies Must now replace aborted Strangers in the mud These mutants. no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best Until its other jaw reveals incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law I will not go Prefer a feast of friends To the Giant family . unplanned for Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've Brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings Where we had shoulders Smooth as raven's Claws No more money. dig? Royal babies. Tower. I want roses in My garden bower.

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