Jim Morrison-Poeti?

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-- DAWN'S HIGHWAY--

Indians scattered on the dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

Me and my -ah- mother and father -and a
grandmother and a grandfather -were driving through
the desert, at dawn, and a truck of Indian
workers had either hit another car, or just - I don't
know what happened -but there were Indians scattered
all over the highway, bleeding to death.

So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time
I tasted fear. I musta´been about four -like a child is
like a flower, his head is just floating in the breeze, man.
The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking
back -is that the souls or the ghost of those dead
Indians... maybe one or two of´em were just
running around freaking out, and just leaped into my
soul. And they're still in there.

jim morrison
 

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-- NEWBORN AWAKENING --

Gently they stir, 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 ground?
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, 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 called you to pray.

jim morrison
 

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TO COME OF AGE

(A military station in the desert)

Can we resolve the past
Lurking jaws, joints of time?
The base
To come of age in a dry place
Holes and caves

My friend drove an 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 from the hip.

jim morrison
 

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-- black polished chrome latino chrome--

The music was new
black polished chrome
And came over the summer
like liquid night
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 homerooms party
and played records
And when he left in the hot noon sun
and walked to his car
We saw the chooks has written
F-U-C-K on his windshield
He wiped it off with a white rag
and smiling cooly drove away
He's rich. Got a big car
My gang will get you
Scenes of rape in the arroyo
Seductions in cars, abandoned buildings
Fights at the food stand
The dust

The shoes
Open shirts and raised collars
Bright sculptured hair

Hey man, you want girls, pil, grass?
I show you good time.
This place has everything, C´mon
I show you.

jim morrison
 

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-- angels and sailors --

Angels and sailors
rich girls
backyard fences
tents
Dreams watching each other narrowly
Soft luxuriant cars
Girls in garages, stripped
out to get liquors and clothes
half gallons of wine and six-pack of beers
Jumped, humped, born to suffer
made to undree in the wilderness

I will never treat you mean
Never start no kind of scene
Ill tell you every place and person that I've been

Always a playground instructor, never a killer
Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over
He maneuvered two girls into his hotel room
One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger

Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican
Poor boys thighs and buttocks scarred by a father's belt
She's trying to rise
Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games
Handsome lad, dead in car
Confusion
No connections
Come´ere
I love you
Peace on earth
Will you die for me?
Eat me
This way
The end

Ill always be true
Never go out, sneaking out on you. babe
If you'll only show me Far Arden again

I'm surprised you could get it up
He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt
Haven't I been trough enough? she ask
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, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin
We could plan a murder
Or start a religion

jim morrison
 

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-- stoned immaculate --

Ill tell you this...
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn

Back in those days everything was simpler and more confuser
One summer night, going to the pier
I ran into two young girls
The blonde was called Freedom
The dark one, Enterprise
We talked and they told me this story
Now listen to this...
Ill tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of divine messenger
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars

Out here we is stoned
Immaculate

jim morrison
 

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-- THE MOVIE--


The movie will begin in five moments
The mindless voice announced
All those unseated will await the next show

We filed slowly, languidly into the hall
The auditorium was vast and silent
As we seated and we darkened, the voice continued


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 die?
Enough to base a movie on?

I'm getting out of here!

Where are you going?

To the other side of morning

Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas
Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand
It's all right, all your friends are here


When can I meet them?

After you've eaten

I'm nor hungry

Uh, we meant beaten

Silvery stream, silvery scream
Oooooh, impossible concentration.

jim morrison
 

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-- curses, invocations --

Curses, invocations
Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expectating one of you to rise
Large buxom obese queens
Garden hogs and cunt veterans
Quaint cabbage saints
Shift hoarders and individualists
Drag strip officials
Tight lipped losers and
Lustful fuck salesmen
My militant dandies

All strange order of monsters
Hot on the trail of the woodbine
We welcome to 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
Watch them waver so

Ill always be a word man
Better than a bird man.


jim morrison
 

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AMERICAN NIGHT


All hail the American night!
What was that?
I don't know
Sounds like guns... thunder

-- the world on fire --

The world on Fire... Taxi from Africa... The Grand Hotel...
He was drunk a big party last night back going back
in all directions sleeping these insane hours Ill never wake up
in a good mood again I'm sick of these stinky boots.

jom morrison
 

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-- Lament --

Lament from my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Acquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Strip show

How to acquire death in the morning show
TV death which the child absorbs

Death well mystery which makes me write
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life

Forgive the poor people who gave us entry
Taught us god and the child's prayer in the night

Guitar player
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode to my cock

Caress its lament
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen
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
Monster of skin
Each color connects
to create the boat
which rocks the race
Could any hell be more horrible
that now
and real?

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

Death, old friend
Death and my cock are the world
I can forgive my injures in the name of
Wisdom Luxury Romance

Sentences upon sentences
Words are healing lament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire
Words got me wound and will get me well
If you believe it

All join now and lament for the death of my cock
A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock on the altar of silence

jim morrison
 

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-- the hitchhiker --

Thoughts in time and out of reason
The Hitchhiker
Stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason

Hi. How you doin'? I just got back into town L.A.
I was out on the desert for awhile

Riders on the storm

Yeah. In the middle of it

Riders on the storm

Right...

Into this world were born

Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem

Into this world we're thrown

When I was out on the desert, 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, ah, I killed somebody

There's a killer on the road

No...

His brain squirming like a toad

It's no big deal, ya know
I don't think anybody will find out about it, but...

Take a long holiday

just, ah...

Let your children play

this guy gave me a ride, and 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, ya know?

Killer on the road

And I wasted him

yeah

jim morrison
 

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AN AMERICAN PRAYER

Do you know the warm progress under the star?
Do you know we exits?
Have you forgotten the keys of the kingdom?
Have you been borne yet and are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all myths of the ages
Celebrated symbols from deep elder forest
(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
And that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by TV
The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
amassing for marface on innocent herdsmen who are just dying
O great creator of being
grant use one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives
The moths and atheist are doubly divine and dying
We live, we die
and deaths not ends it
Journey we more into the Nightmare
Cling to life our passion´d flower
Cling to cunts and cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clan
Columbus´groin got filled with green death
(I touched her thigh and death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre
To propagate out lust for life and flee the swarming wisdom of streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
With the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament
(When the true king's murderers
are allowed to roam free
a thousand Magicians arise in the land)
Where are the feasts
we were 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 and velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure's breed
We of sundome and the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The night
Give of color
Hundred hues
a rich mandala
For me and you
And for your silky
pillowed house

A head, wisdom
And a bed
Troubled decree
Residen mackery
has claimed thee
We used to believe
In the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The Things of Kindness
An unsporting brow
Forget and allow
Did you know freedom exits in a school book
Did you know madmen are roaming our prison
within a jail, within a goal
within a white free protestan
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

We can invent Kingdoms of our own
grand purple thrones, those chair of lust
and love me must, in beds of rust
Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
and muzack, AM, rock their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
while mocking angels sift what seems
To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratche on foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
get up in the morning and fight for such
unusable standards
while weeping maidens
show-off penury and pout
ravings for a mad
staff

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
dog-men and their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors

(And where were you in our lean hour)
Milking your moustache
or grinding a flower?

jim morrison
 

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AN AMERICAN PRAYER

Do you know the warm progress under the star?
Do you know we exits?
Have you forgotten the keys of the kingdom?
Have you been borne yet and are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all myths of the ages
Celebrated symbols from deep elder forest
(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
And that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by TV
The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
amassing for marface on innocent herdsmen who are just dying
O great creator of being
grant use one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives
The moths and atheist are doubly divine and dying
We live, we die
and deaths not ends it
Journey we more into the Nightmare
Cling to life our passion´d flower
Cling to cunts and cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clan
Columbus´groin got filled with green death
(I touched her thigh and death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre
To propagate out lust for life and flee the swarming wisdom of streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
With the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament
(When the true king's murderers
are allowed to roam free
a thousand Magicians arise in the land)
Where are the feasts
we were 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 and velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure's breed
We of sundome and the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The night
Give of color
Hundred hues
a rich mandala
For me and you
And for your silky
pillowed house

A head, wisdom
And a bed
Troubled decree
Residen mackery
has claimed thee
We used to believe
In the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The Things of Kindness
An unsporting brow
Forget and allow
Did you know freedom exits in a school book
Did you know madmen are roaming our prison
within a jail, within a goal
within a white free protestan
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

We can invent Kingdoms of our own
grand purple thrones, those chair of lust
and love me must, in beds of rust
Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
and muzack, AM, rock their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
while mocking angels sift what seems
To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratche on foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
get up in the morning and fight for such
unusable standards
while weeping maidens
show-off penury and pout
ravings for a mad
staff


jim morrison
 

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Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
dog-men and their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors

(And where were you in our lean hour)
Milking your moustache
or grinding a flower?

I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the TV
Tower, I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replaced aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blod-meal
for the plant that's plowed

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
comes death on a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
and loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant Family.

jim morrison
 

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shume te tjera krijime nga james douglas morrison do te pasojne ne ditet e ardhshme!!!
 

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GLORIA
The Doors

Yeah, right.

Did you hear about my baby? She come around,
She come round here, her head to the ground?
Come round here just about midnight,
She makes me feel so good, make me feel all right.
She come round my street, now
She come to my house
Knock upon my door
Climbing up my stairs--one, two, three
Come on baby
Here she is in my room, oh boy
Hey what's your name?
How old are you?
Where'd you go to school?
Well, now that we know each other a little bit better,
Why don't you come over here and make me feel all right!

Chorus: Gloria--g-l-o-r-i-a
Gloria--g-l-o-r-i-a
Gloria--g-l-o-r-i-a
Gloria--g-l-o-r-i-a

You were my queen and I was your fool,
Riding home after school.
You took me home
To your house.
Your father's at work,
Your mama's out shopping around.
Check me into your room.
Show me your thing.
Why'd you do it baby?
Getting softer--slow it down, etc.
Now you show me your thing.
Wrap your legs around my neck,
Wrap your arms around my feet,
Wrap your hair around my skin.
I'm gonna huh--all right, ok, yeah.
It's getting harder--It's getting too darn fast, etc.
Come on, now, let's get it on.
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,
Make me feel all right!

Chorus

Keep the whole thing going, baby!
 

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I Will Never Be Untrue

I will never
Be untrue.
Do anything
You want me to.
Never stay out drinking,
No later than two.
Two thirty.

I will never
Treat you mean.
And I won't cause
No kind of scene.
Tell you all the people,
All the places I have been.

I will always
Treat you kind.
Try to give you
Peace of mind.
Only you tell me
That you love me,
One more time.

Now darling,
Please don't be sad.
Don't run off like that,
when you get mad.
Cause if you do,
You gonna lose
The best friend
That you ever had.
That's no lie.

I will never
Be untrue.
Do everything
You want me to do.
Bring all my loving,
All my money,
Bring it all
Home to you.

jim morrison
 

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The Celebration Of The Lizard

Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground.
He fled the town.

He went down South and crossed the border
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder.

One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him.
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin.

Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.


Wake up!
You can't remember where it was.
Has this dream stopped?

The snake was pale gold
Glazed & shrunken.
We were afraid to touch it.
The sheets were hot dead prisons.

Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,
Look!
I can't live thru each slow century of her moving.
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain...


Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back into my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called 'go insane'

Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we'll erect a different steeple.

This little game is fun to do.
Just close your eyes, no way to lose.
And I'm right there, I'm going too.
Release control, we're breaking through.


Way back deep into the brain
Back where there's never any pain.
And the rain falls gently on the town.
And in the labyrinth of streams
Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of
Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around,
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights.

Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
Beast car locked in against morning.
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant,
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets.
And daughters, smug
With semen eyes in their nipples

Wait
There's been a slaughter here.


(Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves & fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town
We're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come)

Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let's run

House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze.
Come on baby, run with me
Let's run

Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside

Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along, we're not going very far
To the East to meet the Czar.


Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We're almost home

We shall see the gates by morning
We shall be inside by evening

Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Soon, soon, soon
Moon, moon, moon,
I will get you
Soon!
Soon!
Soon!

Let the carnival bells ring
Let the serpent sing
Let everything

We came down
The rivers & highways
We came down from
Forests & falls

We came down from
Carson & Springfield
We came down from
Phoenix enthralled
& I can tell you
The names of the Kingdom
I can tell you
The things that you know
Listening for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade


'I am the Lizard King
I can do anything
I can make the earth stop in its tracks
I made the blue cars go away

For seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile,
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island.

Now I have come again
To the land of the fair, & the strong, & the wise.

Brothers & sisters of the pale forest
O children of Night
Who among you will run with the hunt?

Now Night arrives with her purple legion.
Retire now to your tents & to your dreams.
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth.
I want to be ready."
 

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Poontang Blues/Build Me A Woman/Sunday Trucker

I got the poontang blues.
From the top of my head to my cowboy shoes.
Whole lotta money, nothing to lose.
I got the poontang blues.


Build me a woman,
make her ten feet tall.
Don't make her ugly,
Don't make her small.
Build me a woman,
Ten feet tall.
Build me someone, I can ball, all night long,

Ah let's do it.

Sunday trucker, Christian mother fucker, Yah...
well I'm a Sunday trucker, Christian mother fucker, Hey...
I'm just a two-eyed boy,
looking for a twelve-toed girl.

Build me a woman,
Make her ten feet tall.
Build me a woman make her ten feet tall.
Don't make her ugly,
Don't make her small.
Don't make her ugly,
Don't make her small.
Don't make her ugly,
someone I can ball all night long.

jim morrison
 
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