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My Shrine To Jim Morrison

James Douglas Morrison

December 8 1943-July 2 1971

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.
Had 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 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 mean the game called 'go insane'

Now you should try this little game

Just close your eyes forget your name
Forget the world forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we'll erect a different steeple.

The 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

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 in the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C'mon baby run with me
Let's run

Run with me

Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

The masion 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
C'mon 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 is 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
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 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 the Night
Who among you will run 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.'

Jim (and other stuff)

Oh my God...he was gorgeous
so gorgeous...
drool...
did I mention he was gorgeous?


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My fabulous Rocky Horror, Wrestling, and Me!! page...it rocks!

My new page dedicated to the fabulous Freddie Mercury!

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