The Jim Morrison Pages
Jim Morrison (1943-1971), the self-proclaimed Lizard King, lived fast and died tragically young; but during his short life, he touched the hearts of a multitude with his poetry. Morrison was born in Melbourne, Florida, and had one brother and one sister. He had an unusual relationship with his parents, and frequently claimed they were dead in later life. Morrison's childhood had a strong impact on him. One incident in particular seems to have stuck with him - the time when he became convinced that the soul of a dead indian had passed into his body at the scene of a road accident.
Jim Morrison loved reading (he came upon the name of his group - The Doors - in a William Blake quote). For a time, Morrison studied film at UCLA. It was here that he picked up many of his ideas about how to put on a dramatic show. Shortly afterwards, he became a singer, and in 1967 had his first number one, Light My Fire. Morrison's poetry, coupled with his Adonis like good-looks made him something of a phenomenon in the rock world. He became the ultimate sex symbol. It is often suggested that Morrison disliked his fame, and that he felt it got in the way of his need to put across his writing.
Of course, Morrison was not only famous for his looks. He also gained considerable notoriety for his tendancy to push back the boundaries of acceptable behaviour on stage. It was this that eventually landed him in serious trouble, when in 1969 he reputedly exposed himself on stage in Miami. Morrison was given a jail sentence for the affair, but remained free, pending an appeal that never happened. Shortly afterwards, he announced his intention to travel to Paris to get away from his stressful lifestyle for a few months. This was a trip he would never return from. On 3rd July 1971, his long-time girlfriend, Pamela, found him dead in the bathtub. The exact cause of his death remains a mystery to this day. Some say it was heart failure; others that it was an overdose. Whatever the truth, it seems safe to say that Jim Morrison would have preferred us to remember him for what he accomplished in his life, rather than for the way he died. Morrison was buried in Pere Lachaise Cemetary in Paris, which should have been the end of it, but like others who have died while still in the prime of their lives, Morrison's following continues to grow even now. To hear this undisputed master of dark poetry in action, scan to the bottom of the page and check out the embedded YouTube video.
Poetry and Lyrics
The Celebration of the Lizard King
Lions in the street and roamingDogs in heat, rabid, foamingA beast caged in the heart of a cityThe body of his motherRotting in the summer ground.He fled the town.He went down SouthAnd crossed the borderLeft the chaos & disorderBack thereOver his shoulder.One morning he awoke in a green hotelWith a strange creature groaning beside him.Sweat oozed from its shiny skin.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?The snake was pale gold glazed & shrunken.We were afraid to touch it.The sheets were hot dead prisons.And she was beside me, old,She's, no; young.Her dark red hair.The white soft skin.Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,Look!She's coming in here.I can't live through each slow centuryOf her moving.I let my cheek slide downThe cool smooth tileFeel the good cold stinging blood.The smooth hissing snakesOf rain...Once I had a little gameI liked to crawl back in my brainI think you know the game I meanI mean the game called "Go Insane"Now you should try this little gameJust close your eyes forget your nameForget the world, forget the peopleAnd we'll erect a different steeple.This little game is fun to do.Just close your eyes, no way to loseAnd I'm right here, I'm going tooRelease control, we're breaking throughWay back deep into the brainWay back past the realm of painBack where there's never any rainAnd the rain falls gently on the townAnd over the heads of all of usAnd in the labyrinth of streams beneathQuiet unearthly presence ofNervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills aroundReptiles aboundingFossils, caves, cool air heightsEach house repeats a moldWindows rolledA beast car locked in against morningAll now sleepingRugs silent, mirrors vacantDust blind under the beds of lawful couplesWound in sheetsAnd daughters, smug with semenEyes in their nipplesWait! There's been a slaughter hereDon't stop to speak or look aroundYour gloves and fan are on the groundWe're getting out of townWe're going on the runAnd you're the one I want to come!Not to touch the earth, not to see the sunNothing left to do but run, run, runLet's run, let's runHouse upon the hill, moon is lying stillShadows of the trees witnessing the wild breezeCome on, baby, run with meLet's runRun with me, run with me, run with meLet's runThe mansion is warm at the top of the hillRich are the rooms and the comforts thereRed are the arms of luxuriant chairsAnd you won't know a thing till you get insideDead president's corpse in the driver's carThe engine runs on glue and tarCome on along, not going very farTo the east to meet the CzarRun with me, run with me, run with meLet's runSome outlaws live by the side of a lakeThe minister's daughter's in love with the snakeWho lives in a well by the side of the roadWake up, girl! We're almost homeSun, sun, sunBurn, burn, burnMoon, moon, moonI will get you soon...soon...soonI am the Lizard KingI can do anythingWe came down the rivers and highwaysWe came down from forests and fallsWe came down from Carson and SpringfieldWe came down from Phoenix enthralledAnd I can tell you the names of the kingdomsI can tell you the things that you knowListening for a fistful of silenceClimbing valleys into the shadeFor seven years I dwelt in the loose palace of exilePlaying strange games with the girls of the islandNow I have come again to the land of the fairAnd the strong and the wiseBrothers and sisters of the pale forestChildren of nightWho among you will run with the hunt?Now night arrives with her purple legionRetire now to your tents and to your dreamsTomorrow we enter the town of my birthI want to be ready.
An American PrayerDo you know the warm progressUnder the stars?Do you know we exist?Have you forgotten the keysTo the kingdom?Have you been born yetAre you alive?Let's reinvent the gods, all the mythsOf the agesCelebrate symbols from deep elder forestsHave you forgotten the lessonsOf the ancient warWe need great golden copulationsThe fathers are cackling in trees of the forestOur mother is dead in the seaDo you know we are being led toSlaughters by placid admirals& that fat slow generals are gettingObscene on young bloodDo you know we are ruled by T.V.The moon is a dry blood beastGuerrilla bands are rolling numbersIn the next block of green vineAmassing for warfare on innocent herdsmenWho are just dyingO great creator of beingGrant us one more hour toPerform our artAnd perfect our livesThe moths and atheists are doubly divineAnd dyingWe live, we dieDeath not ends itJourney we more into theNightmareCling to lifeOur passioned flowerCling to cunts and cocksOf despairWe got our final visionBy clapColumbus' groin gotFilled with green death(I touched her thighAnd death smiled)We have assembled inside this ancientAnd insane theatreTo propagate our lust for lifeAnd flee the swarming wisdomOf the streetsThe barns are stormedThe windows keptAnd only one of all the restTo dance and save usWith the divine mockeryOf wordsMusic inflames temperament(When the true King's murderersAre allowed to roam freeA 1000 Magicians ariseIn the land)Where are the feastsWe were promisedWhere is the wineThe New Wine(Dying on the vine)Resident mockeryGive us an hour for magicWe of the purple gloveWe of the starling flightAnd velvet hourWe of pleasure's breedWe of sundome & the nightGive us a creedTo believeA night of LustGive us trust inThe NightGive of colorHundred huesA rich MandalaFfor me & youAnd for your silkyPillowed houseA head, wisdomAnd a bedTroubled decreeResident mockeryHas claimed theeWe used to believeIn the good old daysWe still receiveIn little waysThe Things of KindnessAnd unsporting browForget and allowDid you know freedom existsIn a school bookDid you know madmen areRunning our prisonWithin a jail, within a gaolWithin a white free protestantMaelstromWe're perched headlongOn the edge of boredomWe're reaching for deathOn the end of a candleWe're trying for somethingThat's already found usWe can invent Kingdoms of our ownGrand purple thrones, those chairs of lustAnd love we must, in beds of rustSteel doors lock in prisoner's screamsAnd muzak, AM, rocks their dreamsNo black men's pride to hoist the beamsWhile mocking angels sift what seemsTo be a collage of magazine dustScratched on foreheads of walls of trustThis is just jail for those who mustGet up in the morning & fight for suchUnusable standardsWhile weeping maidensShow-off penury and poutRavings for a madStaffWow, I'm sick of doubtLive in the light of certainSouthCruel bindingsThe servants have the powerDog-men & their mean womenPulling poor blankets overOur sailors(And where were you in ourLean hour)Milking your moustache?Or grinding a flower?I'm sick of dour facesStaring at me from the T.V.Tower.I want roses inMy garden bower; dig?Royal babies, rubiesMust now replace abortedStrangers in the mudThese mutants, blood-mealFor the plant that's plowedThey are waiting to take us intoThe severed gardenDo you know how pale & wanton thrillfulComes death on a strange hourUnannounced, unplanned forLike a scaring over-friendly guest you'veBrought to bedDeath makes angels of us allAnd gives us wingsWhere we had shouldersSmooth as raven'sclawsNo more money, no more fancy dressThis other Kingdom seems by far the bestUntil its other jaw reveals incestAnd loose obedience to a vegetable lawI will not goPrefer aFeast of friendsTo the Giant familyGreat screaming ChristUpsy-daisyLazy Mary will you get upUpon a Sunday morning"The movie will begin in 5 moments"The mindless Voice announced"All those unseated, will awaitThe next show"We filed slowly, languidlyInto the hall. The auditoriumWas vast, & silent.As we seated & were darkenedThe Voice continued:"The program for this eveningIs not new. You have seenThis entertainment thru & thru.You've seen your birth, yourLife & death; you might recallAll of the rest (did youHave a good world when youDied - enough to baseA movie on? )An iron chuckle rapped ourMinds like a fist.I'm getting out of hereWhere're you going?To the other side of morningPlease don't chase the cloudsPagodas, templesHer cunt gripped himLike a warm friendlyHand."It's all right.All your friends are here."When can I meet them?"After you've eaten"I'm not hungry"O, we meant beaten"Silver stream, silvery scream,Impossible concentrationHere come the comediansLook at them smileWatch them danceAn indian mileLook at them gestureHow aplombSo to gesture everyoneWords dissembleWords be quickWords resemble walking sticksPlant themThey will growWatch them waver soI'll always be a word-manBetter than a birdmanBut I'll chargeWon't get awayWithout lodging a dollarShall I say it againAoud, you get the pointNo food without fuel's gainI'll be, the irish loudUnleashed my beakAt peak of powersO girl, unleashYour worried combO worried mindSin in the fallenBackwoods by the blindShe smells debtOmy new collarArrogant proseTied in a network of fast questHence the obsessionIts quick to admitFast borrowed rhythmWoman came between themWomen of the world uniteMake the world safeFor a scandalous lifeHee HeeeCut your throatLife is a jokeYour wife's in a moatThe same boatHere comes the goatBlood Blood Blood BloodThey're making a jokeOf our universeMatchbox Are you more real than me I'll burn you, & set you free Wept bitter tears Excessive courtesy I won't forget A hot sick lava flowed up, Rustling & bubbling. The paper face. Mirror-mask, I love you mirror. He had been brainwashed for 4hrs. The LT. puzzled in again " Ready to talk" "No sir"- was all he'd say. Go back to the gym. Very peaceful Meditation Air base in the desert Looking out venetian blinds A plane A desert flower Cool cartoon The rest of the World Is reckless and dangerous Look at the Brothels Stag films Exploration A ship leaves port I mean horse of another thicket Wishbone of desire Decry the metal fox.
I Am Troubled Immeasurably...I am troubled Immeasurably By your eyes I am struck By the feather Of your soft Reply The sound of glass Speaks quick Disdain And conceals What your eyes fight To explain.
Moonlight DriveLet's swim to the moon,Let's climb through the tidePenetrate the evenin' that theCity sleeps to hideLet's swim out tonight, loveIt's our turn to tryParked beside the oceanOn our moonlight driveLet's swim to the moon, uh huhLet's climb through the tideSurrender to the waiting worldsThat lap against our sideNothin' left openAnd no time to decideWe've stepped into a riverOn our moonlight driveLet's swim to the moonLet's climb through the tideYou reach your hand to hold meBut I can't be your guideEasy, I love youAs I watch you glideFalling through wet forestsOn our moonlight drive, babyMoonlight driveCome on, baby, gonna take a little rideDown, down by the ocean sideGonna get real closeGet real tightBaby gonna drown tonightGoin' down, down, down.
|Clip from Oliver Stone's 1991 movie The Doors, featuring Jim Morrison performing The Severed Garden (Adagio)|
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