Showing posts with label JIM MORRISON. Show all posts
Showing posts with label JIM MORRISON. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

WE MISS YOU JIM!


James Douglas "Jim" Morrison (December 8, 1943 – July 3, 1971) was the lead singer and lyricist of the rock band The Doors, as well as a poet.[1] Following The Doors' explosive rise to fame in 1967, Morrison developed a severe alcohol and drug dependency that culminated in his death at the age of 27 in Paris.

He is alleged to have died from an overdose of heroin, but as no autopsy was performed, the exact cause of his death is still disputed.

Morrison was well known for often improvising spoken word poetry passages while the band played live.

Due to his wild personality and performances, he is regarded by critics and fans as one of the most iconic, charismatic and pioneering frontmen in rock music history.[2] Morrison was ranked number 47 on Rolling Stone's list of the "100 Greatest Singers of All Time",[3] and number 22 on Classic Rock Magazine's "50 Greatest Singers In Rock".[4](WIKIPEDIA)

AND THE FAMOUS VAL KILMER MOVIE ABOUT JIM AND THE DOORS

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Monday, August 16, 2010

JIM MORRISON TRAVELS

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WHEN YOU'RE STRANGE

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AWAKE GHOST SONG
Is everybody in? Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin.

WAKE UP!
You can't remember where it was had this dream stopped?

AWAKE
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy


The music and voices are all around us. Choose they croon the Ancient Ones The time has come again Choose now, 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.


A GUIDE TO THE LABYRINTH



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he enters stage:

Blood boots. Killer storm.
Fool's gold. God in a heaven.
Where is she?
Have you seen her?
Has anyone seen this girl?
snap shot (projected)
She's my sister.
Ladies & gentlemen:
please attend carefully to these words & events
It's your last chance, our last hope.
In this womb or tomb, we're free of the swarming streets.
The black fever which rages is safely out those doors
My friends & I come from
Far Arden w/ dances, &
new music
Everywhere followers accrue
to our procession.
Tales of Kings, gods, warriors
and lovers dangled like
jewels for your careless pleasure

I'm Me!
Can you dig it.
My meat is real.
My hands--how they move
balanced like lithe demons
My hair--so twined and writhing
The skin of my face--pinch the cheeks
My flaming sword tongue
spraying verbal fire-flys
I'm real.
I'm human
But I'm not an ordinary man
No No No


What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.

Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.

You're too young to be old
You don't need to be told
You want to see things as they are.
You know exactly what I do
Everything


I am a guide to the Labyrinth

Monarch of the protean towers
on this cool stone patio
above the iron mist
sunk in its own waste
breathing its own breath


MOMENT OF FREEEDOM


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THE OPENING OF THE TRUNK

Moment of inner freedom
when the mind is opened and the
infinite universe revealed
& the soul is left to wander
dazed & confus'd searching
here & there for teachers & friends.


Moment of Freedom
as the prisoner
blinks in the sun
like a mole
from his hole

a child's 1st trip
away from home

That moment of Freedom

HIGHER

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Boy, we couldn't get much higher

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Wednesday, April 14, 2010

THE DOORS


PENTRU NOSTALGICI. PENTRU HIPPIES. PENTRU IUBITORII DE POEZIE. PENTRU SHAMANIACS...

'THERE ARE THINGS KNOWN AND THINGS UNKNOWN AND BETWEEN THEM ARE THE DOORS" JIM MORRISON

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