The Jim Morrison Pages

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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

by

Jim Morrison

 

The Celebration of the Lizard King
 
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 & 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?
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 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 in 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 here, I'm going too
Release control, we're breaking through
 
Way back deep into the brain
Way back past the realm of pain
Back where there's never any rain
And the rain falls gently on the town
And over the heads of all of us
And in the labyrinth of streams beneath
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
A 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 and 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, 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, not going very far
To the east to meet the Czar
Run with me, run with me, run with me
Let's run
Some outlaws live 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
Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you soon...soon...soon
I am the Lizard King
I can do anything
 
We came down the rivers and highways
We came down from forests and falls
We came down from Carson and Springfield
We came down from Phoenix enthralled
And I can tell you the names of the kingdoms
I can tell you the things that you know
Listening for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade
 
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
And the strong and the wise
Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
Children of night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready.

 

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 born yet
Are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all the 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.V.
The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
In the next block of green vine
Amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen
Who are just dying
O great creator of being
Grant us one more hour to
Perform our art
And perfect our lives
The moths and atheists are doubly divine
And dying
We live, we die
Death not ends it
Journey we more into the
Nightmare
Cling to life
Our passioned flower
Cling to cunts and cocks
Of despair
We got our final vision
By clap
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 our lust for life
And flee the swarming wisdom
Of the 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 1000 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 pleasure's breed
We of sundome & 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
Ffor me & you
And for your silky
Pillowed house
A head, wisdom
And 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
And unsporting brow
Forget and allow
Did you know freedom exists
In a school book
Did you know madmen are
Running our prison
Within a jail, within a gaol
Within 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
We can invent Kingdoms of our own
Grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
And love we must, in beds of rust
Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
And muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
While mocking angels sift what seems
To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
Get up in the morning & 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 & 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 T.V.
Tower.
I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, 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 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
Great screaming Christ
Upsy-daisy
Lazy Mary will you get up
Upon a Sunday morning
"The movie will begin in 5 moments"
The mindless Voice announced
"All those unseated, will await
The next show"
We filed slowly, languidly
Into the hall. The auditorium
Was vast, & silent.
As we seated & were darkened
The Voice continued:
"The program for this evening
Is not new. You have seen
This entertainment thru & thru.
You've seen your birth, your
Life & death; you might recall
All of the rest (did you
Have a good world when you
Died - enough to base
A movie on? )
An iron chuckle rapped our
Minds like a fist.
I'm getting out of here
Where're you going?
To the other side of morning
Please don't chase the clouds
Pagodas, temples
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 not hungry
"O, we meant beaten"
Silver stream, silvery scream,
Impossible concentration
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
I'll always be a word-man
Better than a birdman
But I'll charge
Won't get away
Without lodging a dollar
Shall I say it again
Aoud, you get the point
No food without fuel's gain
I'll be, the irish loud
Unleashed my beak
At peak of powers
O girl, unleash
Your worried comb
O worried mind
Sin in the fallen
Backwoods by the blind
She smells debt
Omy new collar
Arrogant prose
Tied in a network of fast quest
Hence the obsession
Its quick to admit
Fast borrowed rhythm
Woman came between them
Women of the world unite
Make the world safe
For a scandalous life
Hee Heee
Cut your throat
Life is a joke
Your wife's in a moat
The same boat
Here comes the goat
Blood Blood Blood Blood
They're making a joke
Of our universe
Matchbox
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 Drive

Let's swim to the moon,
Let's climb through the tide
Penetrate the evenin' that the
City sleeps to hide
Let's swim out tonight, love
It's our turn to try
Parked beside the ocean
On our moonlight drive
Let's swim to the moon, uh huh
Let's climb through the tide
Surrender to the waiting worlds
That lap against our side
Nothin' left open
And no time to decide
We've stepped into a river
On our moonlight drive
Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
You reach your hand to hold me
But I can't be your guide
Easy, I love you
As I watch you glide
Falling through wet forests
On our moonlight drive, baby
Moonlight drive
Come on, baby, gonna take a little ride
Down, down by the ocean side
Gonna get real close
Get real tight
Baby gonna drown tonight
Goin' down, down, down.
 
Clip from Oliver Stone's 1991 movie The Doors, featuring Jim Morrison performing The Severed Garden (Adagio)
 

 

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