@ALBUM: doors THE DOORS @SONG: BREAK ON THROUGH (TO THE OTHER SIDE) You know the day destroys the night Night divides the day Tried to run Tried to hide Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side, yeah We chased our pleasures here Dug our treasures there But can you still recall The time we cried Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side Yeah! C'mon, yeah Everybody loves my baby Everybody loves my baby She get She get She get She get high I found an island in your arms Country in your eyes Arms that chain us Eyes that lie Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side Break on through, oww! Oh, yeah! Made the scene Week to week Day to day Hour to hour The gate is straight Deep and wide Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side Break on through Break on through Break on through Break on through Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah @SONG: SOUL KITCHEN Well, the clock says it's time to close now I guess I'd better go now I'd really like to stay here all night The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes Street lights share their hollow glow Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise Still one place to go Still one place to go Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen Warm my mind near your gentle stove Turn me out and I'll wander baby Stumblin' in the neon groves Well, your fingers weave quick minarets Speak in secret alphabets I light another cigarette Learn to forget, learn to forget Learn to forget, learn to forget Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen Warm my mind near your gentle stove Turn me out and I'll wander baby Stumblin' in the neon groves Well the clock says it's time to close now I know I have to go now I really want to stay here All night, all night, all night @SONG: CRYSTAL SHIP Before you slip into unconsciousness I'd like to have another kiss Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss The days are bright and filled with pain Enclose me in your gentle rain The time you ran was too insane We'll meet again, we'll meet again Oh tell me where your freedom lies The streets are fields that never die Deliver me from reasons why You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly The crystal ship is being filled A thousand girls, a thousand thrills A million ways to spend your time When we get back, I'll drop a line @SONG: A TWENTIETH CENTURY FOX Well, she's fashionably lean And she's fashionably late She'll never wreck a scene She'll never break a date But she's no drag Just watch the way she walks She's a twentieth century fox She's a twentieth century fox No tears, no fears No ruined years, no clocks She's a twentieth century fox, oh yeah She's the queen of cool And she's the lady who waits Sent to manless school It never hesitates She won't waste time On elementary talk 'Cause she's a twentieth century fox She's a twentieth century fox Got the world locked up Inside a plastic box She's a twentieth century fox, oh yeah Twentieth century fox, oh yeah Twentieth century fox She's a twentieth century fox @SONG: ALABAMA SONG - (WHISKEY BAR) Well, show me the way To the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why Show me the way To the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why For if we don't find The next whiskey bar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why Well, show me the way To the next little girl Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why Show me the way To the next little girl Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why For if we don't find The next little girl I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why @SONG: LIGHT MY FIRE You know that it would be untrue You know that I would be a liar If I was to say to you Girl, we couldn't get much higher Come on baby, light my fire Come on baby, light my fire Try to set the night on fire The time to hesitate is through No time to wallow in the mire Try now we can only lose And our love become a funeral pyre Come on baby, light my fire Come on baby, light my fire Try to set the night on fire, yeah The time to hesitate is through No time to wallow in the mire Try now we can only lose And our love become a funeral pyre Come on baby, light my fire Come on baby, light my fire Try to set the night on fire, yeah You know that it would be untrue You know that I would be a liar If I was to say to you Girl, we couldn't get much higher Come on baby, light my fire Come on baby, light my fire Try to set the night on fire Try to set the night on fire Try to set the night on fire Try to set the night on fire @SONG: BACK DOOR MAN Wha, yeah! C'mon, yeah Yeah, c'mon, yeah Yeah, c'mon Oh, yeah, ma Yeah, I'm a back door man I'm a back door man The men don't know But the little girl understand Hey, all you people that tryin' to sleep I'm out to make it with my midnight dream, yeah 'Cause I'm a back door man The men don't know But the little girls understand All right, yeah You men eat your dinner Eat your pork and beans I eat more chicken Than any man ever seen, yeah, yeah I'm a back door man, wha The men don't know But the little girl understand Well, I'm a back door man I'm a back door man Whoa, baby, I'm a back door man The men don't know But the little girls understand @SONG: I LOOKED AT YOU I looked at you You looked me I smiled at you You smiled at me And we're on our way No we can't turn back, babe Yeah, we're on our way And we can't turn back 'Cause it's too late Too late, too late Too late, too late And we're on our way No we can't turn back, babe Yeah, we're on our way And we can't turn back, yeah C'mon, yeah! I walked with you You walked with me I talked to you You talked to me And we're on our way No we can't turn back, yeah Yeah, we're on our way And we can't turn back, yeah 'Cause it's too late Too late, too late Too late, too late And we're on our way No we can't turn back Yeah, we're on our way And we can't turn back 'Cause it's too late Too late, too late Too late, too late @SONG: END OF THE NIGHT Take the highway to the end of the night End of the night, end of the night Take a journey to the bright midnight End of the night, end of the night Realms of bliss, realms of light Some are born to sweet delight Some are born to sweet delight Some are born to the endless night End of the night, end of the night End of the night, end of the night Realms of bliss, realms of light Some are born to sweet delight Some are born to sweet delight Some are born to the endless night End of the night, end of the night End of the night, end of the night @SONG: TAKE IT AS IT COMES Time to live Time to lie Time to laugh Time to die Takes it easy, baby Take it as it comes Don't move too fast And you want your love to last Oh, you've been movin' much too fast Time to walk Time to run Time to aim your arrows At the sun Takes it easy, baby Take it as it comes Don't move too fast And you want your love to last Oh, you've been movin' much too fast Go real slow You like it more and more Take it as it comes Specialize in havin' fun Takes it easy, baby Take it as it comes Don't move too fast And you want your love to last Oh, you've been movin' much too fast Movin' much too fast Movin' much too fast @SONG: THE END This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes...again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand In a...desperate land Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah There's danger on the edge of town Ride the King's highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold The west is the best The west is the best Get here, and we'll do the rest The blue bus is callin' us The blue bus is callin' us Driver, where you taken' us The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door...and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother...I want to...fuck you C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin' a blue rock On a blue bus Doin' a blue rock C'mon, yeah Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end @ALBUM: STRANGE DAYS ------------ @SONG: STRANGE DAYS Strange days have found us Strange days have tracked us down They're going to destroy Our casual joys We shall go on playing Or find a new town Yeah! Strange eyes fill strange rooms Voices will signal their tired end The hostess is grinning Her guests sleep from sinning Hear me talk of sin And you know this is it Yeah! Strange days have found us And through their strange hours We linger alone Bodies confused Memories misused As we run from the day To a strange night of stone @SONG: YOU'RE LOST LITTLE GIRL You're lost little girl You're lost little girl You're lost Tell me who Are you? I think that you know what to do Impossible? Yes, but it's true I think that you know what to do, yeah I'm sure that you know what to do You're lost little girl You're lost little girl You're lost Tell me who Are you? I think that you know what to do Impossible? Yes, but it's true I think that you know what to do, girl I'm sure that you know what to do You're lost little girl You're lost little girl You're lost @SONG: LOVE ME TWO TIMES Love me two times, baby Love me twice today Love me two times, girl I'm goin' away Love me two times, girl One for tomorrow One just for today Love me two times I'm goin' away Love me one time I could not speak Love me one time Yeah, my knees got weak But love me two times, girl Last me all through the week Love me two times I'm goin' away Love me two times I'm goin' away Oh, yes Love me one time I could not speak Love me one time, baby Yeah, my knees got weak But love me two times, girl Last me all through the week Love me two times I'm goin' away Love me two times, babe Love me twice today Love me two times, babe 'Cause I'm goin' away Love me two time, girl One for tomorrow One just for today Love me two times I'm goin' away Love me two times I'm goin' away Love me two times I'm goin' away @SONG: UNHAPPY GIRL Unhappy girl Left all alone Playing solitaire Playing warden to your soul You are locked in a prison Of your own devise And you can't believe What it does to me To see you Crying Unhappy girl Tear your web away Saw thru all your bars Melt your cell today You are caught in a prison Of your own devise Unhappy girl Fly fast away Don't miss your chance To swim in mystery You are dying in a prison Of your own devise @SONG: HORSE LATITUDES When the still sea conspires an armor And her sullen and aborted Currents breed tiny monsters True sailing is dead Awkward instant And the first animal is jettisoned Legs furiously pumping Their stiff green gallop And heads bob up Poise Delicate Pause Consent In mute nostril agony Carefully refined And sealed over @SONG: MOONLIGHT DRIVE Let's swim to the moon, uh huh 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 @SONG: PEOPLE ARE STRANGE People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange @SONG: MY EYES HAVE SEEN YOU My eyes have seen you My eyes have seen you My eyes have seen you Stand in your door When we meet inside Show me some more Show me some more Show me some more My eyes have seen you My eyes have seen you My eyes have seen you Turn and stare Fix your hair Move upstairs Move upstairs Move upstairs My eyes have seen you My eyes have seen you My eyes have seen you Free from disguise Gazing on a city under Television skies Television skies Television skies My eyes have seen you My eyes have seen you Eyes have seen you Let them photograph your soul Memorize your alleys On an endless roll Endless roll Endless roll Endless roll Endless roll Endless roll Endless roll Endless roll Endless roll Endless roll Endless roll Endless roll Endless roll Endless roll Endless roll Endless roll @SONG: I CAN'T SEE YOUR FACE IN MY MIND I can't see your face in my mind I can't see your face in my mind Carnival dogs Consume the lines Can't see your face in my mind Don't you cry Baby, please don't cry And don't look at me With your eyes I can't seem to find the right lie I can't seem to find the right lie Insanity's horse Adorns the sky Can't seem to find the right lie Carnival dogs Consume the lines Can't see your face in my mind Don't you cry Baby, please don't cry I won't need your picture Until we say goodbye @SONG: WHEN THE MUSIC'S OVER Yeah, c'mon When the music's over When the music's over, yeah When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights, yeah When the music's over When the music's over When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights For the music is your special friend Dance on fire as it intends Music is your only friend Until the end Until the end Until the end Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection Send my credentials to the House of Detention I got some friends inside The face in the mirror won't stop The girl in the window won't drop A feast of friends "Alive!" she cried Waitin' for me Outside! Before I sink Into the big sleep I want to hear I want to hear The scream of the butterfly Come back, baby Back into my arm We're gettin' tired of hangin' around Waitin' around with our heads to the ground I hear a very gentle sound Very near yet very far Very soft, yeah, very clear Come today, come today What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down I hear a very gentle sound With your ear down to the ground We want the world and we want it... We want the world and we want it... Now Now? Now! Persian night, babe See the light, babe Save us! Jesus! Save us! So when the music's over When the music's over, yeah When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Well the music is your special friend Dance on fire as it intends Music is your only friend Until the end Until the end Until the end! @ALBUM: WAITING FOR THE SUN ------------------- @SONG: HELLO, I LOVE YOU Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game She's walking down the street Blind to every eye she meets Do you think you'll be the guy To make the queen of the angels sigh? Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game She holds her head so high Like a statue in the sky Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long When she moves my brain screams out this song Sidewalk crouches at her feet Like a dog that begs for something sweet Do you hope to make her see, you fool? Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel? Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello I want you Hello I need my baby Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello @SONG: LOVE STREET She lives on Love Street Lingers long on Love Street She has a house and garden I would like to see what happens She has robes and she has monkeys Lazy diamond studded flunkies She has wisdom and knows what to do She has me and she has you She has wisdom and knows what to do She has me and she has you I see you live on Love Street There's this store where the creatures meet I wonder what they do in there Summer Sunday and a year I guess I like it fine, so far She lives on Love Street Lingers long on Love Street She has a house and garden I would like to see what happens La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la @SONG: NOT TO TOUCH THE EARTH 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 C'mon 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 goin' very far To the East to meet the Czar Run with me Run with me Run with me Let's run Whoa! 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 Ya, c'mon! We should see the gates by mornin' We should be inside the evenin' Sun, sun, sun Burn, burn, burn Soon, soon, soon Moon, moon, moon I will get you Soon! Soon! Soon! I am the Lizard King I can do anything @SONG: SUMMER'S ALMOST GONE Summer's almost gone Summer's almost gone Almost gone Yeah, it's almost gone Where will we be When the summer's gone? Morning found us calmly unaware Noon burn gold into our hair At night, we swim the laughin' sea When summer's gone Where will we be Where will we be Where will we be Morning found us calmly unaware Noon burn gold into our hair At night, we swim the laughin' sea When summer's gone Where will we be Summer's almost gone Summer's almost gone We had some good times But they're gone The winter's comin' on Summer's almost gone @SONG: WINTERTIME LOVE Wintertime winds blow cold the season Fallen in love, I'm hopin' to be Wind is so cold, is that the reason? Keeping you warm, your hands touching me Come with me dance, my dear Winter's so cold this year You are so warm My wintertime love to be Winter time winds blue and freezin' Comin' from northern storms in the sea Love has been lost, is that the reason? Trying desperately to be free Come with me dance, my dear Winter's so cold this year And you are so warm My wintertime love to be La, la, la, la Come with me dance, my dear Winter's so cold this year You are so warm My wintertime love to be @SONG: THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER Wait until the war is over And we're both a little older The unknown soldier Breakfast where the news is read Television children fed Unborn living, living, dead Bullet strikes the helmet's head And it's all over For the unknown soldier It's all over For the unknown soldier Hut Hut Hut ho hee up Hut Hut Hut ho hee up Hut Hut Hut ho hee up Comp'nee Halt Preeee-zent! Arms! Make a grave for the unknown soldier Nestled in your hollow shoulder The unknown soldier Breakfast where the news is read Television children fed Bullet strikes the helmet's head And, it's all over The war is over It's all over The war is over Well, all over, baby All over, baby Oh, over, yeah All over, baby Wooooo, hah-hah All over All over, baby Oh, woa-yeah All over All over Heeeeyyyy @SONG: SPANISH CARAVAN Carry me Caravan take me away Take me to Portugal, take me to Spain Andalusia with fields full of grain I have to see you again and again Take me, Spanish Caravan Yes, I know you can Trade winds find Galleons lost in the sea I know where treasure is waiting for me Silver and gold in the mountains of Spain I have to see you again and again Take me, Spanish Caravan Yes, I know you can @SONG: MY WILD LOVE My wild love went ridin' She rode all the day She wrote to the devil And asked him to pay The devil was wiser It's time to repent He asked her to give back The money she spent My wild love went ridin' She rode to the sea She gathered together Some shells for her head She rode and she rode on She rode for a while Then stopped for an evenin' And lay her head down She rode on to Christmas She rode to the farm She rode to Japan And we entered a town By this time the river Had changed one degree She asked for the people To let her go free My wild love is crazy She screams like a bird She moans like a cat When she wants to be heard My wild love went ridin' She rode for an hour She rode and she rested And then she rode on Ride, c'mon @SONG: WE COULD BE SO GOOD TOGETHER We could be so good together Ya, so good together We could be so good together Ya, we could, I know we could Tell you lies I tell you wicked lies Tell you lies Tell you wicked lies Tell you 'bout the world that we'll invent Wanton world without lament Enterprise, expedition Invitation and invention Ya, so good together Ah, so good together We could be so good together Ya, we could, know we could Alright! Do da do do do do do bup bup de day We could be so good together Ya, so good together We could be so good together Ya, we could, know we could Tell you lies Tell you wicked lies Tell you lies Tell you wicked lies The time you wait subtracts the joy Beheads the angels you destroy Angels fight, angels cry Angels dance and angels die Ya, so good together Ah, but so good together We could be so good together Ya, we could, know we could @SONG: YES, THE RIVER KNOWS Please believe me The river told me Very softly Want you to hold me, ooo Free fall flow, river flow On and on it goes Breath under water 'till the end Free fall flow, river flow On and on it goes Breath under water 'till the end Yes, the river knows Please believe me If you don't need me I'm going, but I need a little time I promised I would drown myself in mysticated wine Please believe me The river told me Very softly Want you to hold me, ooo I'm going, but I need a little time I promised I would drown myself in mysticated wine Free fall flow, river flow On and on it goes Breath under water 'till the end Free fall flow, river flow On and on it goes Breath under water 'till the end @SONG: FIVE TO ONE Yeah, c'mon Love my girl She lookin' good C'mon One more Five to one, baby One in five No one here gets out alive, now You get yours, baby I'll get mine Gonna make it, baby If we try The old get old And the young get stronger May take a week And it may take longer They got the guns But we got the numbers Gonna win, yeah We're takin' over Come on! Yeah! Your ballroom days are over, baby Night is drawing near Shadows of the evening crawl across the years Ya walk across the floor with a flower in your hand Trying to tell me no one understands Trade in your hours for a handful dimes Gonna' make it, baby, in our prime Come together one more time Get together one more time Get together one more time Get together, aha Get together one more time! Get together one more time! Get together one more time Get together one more time Get together, gotta, get together Ohhhhhhhh! Hey, c'mon, honey You won't have along wait for me, baby I'll be there in just a little while You see, I gotta go out in this car with these people and... Get together one more time Get together one more time Get together, got to Get together, got to Get together, got to Take you up in my room and... Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah Love my girl She lookin' good, lookin' real good Love ya, c'mon @ALBUM: THE SOFT PARADE @SONG: TELL ALL THE PEOPLE Tell all the people that you see Follow me Follow me down Tell all the people that you see Set them free Follow me down You tell them they don't have to run We're gonna pick up everyone Come out and take me by my hand Gonna bury all our troubles in the sand, oh yeah Can't you see the wonder at your feet Your life's complete Follow me down Can't you see me growing, get your guns The time has come To follow me down Follow me across the sea Where milky babies seem to be Molded, flowing revelry With the one that set them free Tell all the people that you see It's just me Follow me down Tell all the people that you see Follow me Follow me down Tell all the people that you see We'll be free Follow me down Tell all the people that you see It's just me Follow me down Tell all the people that you see Follow me Follow me down Follow me down You got to follow me down Follow me down Tell all the people that you see We'll be free Follow me down Tell all the people you see Follow me You got to follow me down @SONG: TOUCH ME Yeah! Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, baby Can't you see that I am not afraid? What was that promise that you made? Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made? Now, I'm gonna love you Till the heavens stop the rain I'm gonna love you Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, baby Can't you see that I am not afraid? What was that promise that you made? Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made? I'm gonna love you Till the heavens stop the rain I'm gonna love you Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I I'm gonna love you Till the heavens stop the rain I'm gonna love you Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I @SONG: SHAMAN'S BLUES There will never be Another one like you There will never be Another one who can Do the things you do, oh Will you give another chance? Will you try, little try? Please stop and you remember We were together, anyway, all right And if you have a certain evenin' You could lend to me I'd give it all right back to you A how it has to be with you I know your moves and your mind And your mind And your mind And your mind And your mind And your mind And your mind Will you stop and think and wonder? Just what you'll see Out on the train yard Nursin' penitentiary It's gone, I cry out long Go head, brother Did you stop it to consider? How it will feel Cold, grinded grizzly bear jaws Hot on your heels Do you often stop and whisper? It's Saturday's shore The whole world's a savior Who could ever, ever, ever Ever, ever, ever Ask for more? Do you remember? Will you stop? Will you stop? The pain And there will never be Another one like you There will never be Another one who can Do the things you do, oh Will you give another chance? Will you try, little try? Please stop and you remember We were together, anyway, all right How you must of think and wondered How I must feel Out on the meadows While you run the field I'm alone for you And I cry The sweat, look at it Optical promise Heh, heh, heh You'll be dead and in hell Before I'm born Sure thing Brides maid The only solution Isn't it amazing? @SONG: DO IT Yuppa tuppa ta ta Yuppa tuppa chic ta Do thang, do thang Do tuppa thang cho Rikki te tatar Te teen tar De dow dow Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha Yeah Yeah please me, yeah Easy, babe Please me Please, please listen to me children Please, please listen to me children Please, please listen to me children Said please, please listen to me children You are the ones who will rule the world Listen to me children Listen to me children Please, please listen to me children Please, please listen to me children You are the ones who will rule the world, ha You gotta please me All night Please, please listen to me children Said please, please listen to me children Please, yeah, please me I'm askin' you Please, please listen to me children Please, please listen to me children Please, please listen to me children Please, my children Please, children Please, children @SONG: EASY RIDE And I know It will be An easy ride, all right And I know It will be Easy ride, ok The mask that you wore My fingers would explore Costume of control Excitement soon unfolds And I know It will be Easy ride, yeah Joy, for vaguely Which' your pride Which' your pride, yeah Black polished stone Black polished stone I see your eyes Like burnin' glass Like burnin' glass Hear you smile, smile, babe The mask that you wore My fingers would explore Costume of control Excitement soon unfolds, hey Easy, baby Call the queen, now Be my bride Ragin' darkness By my side Seize the summer In your pride Take the winter In your stride Let's ride, yeah Easy, easy, easy Easy, easy, ease, easy Yeah, yeah, ride Dum, dum, dum, dum Dum, dum, dum Ride @SONG: WILD CHILD All right Wild child full of grace Savior of the human race Your cool face Natural child, terrible child Not your mother's or your father's child Your our child, screamin' wild An ancient rulage of grains And the trees of the night Ha, ha, ha, ha With hunger at her heels Freedom in her eyes She dances on her knees Pirate prince at her side Stirrin' into a hollow idols eyes Wild child full of grace Savior of the human race Your cool face Your cool face Your cool face Do you remember when we were in Africa? @SONG: RUNNIN' BLUE Poor Otis dead and gone Left me here to sing his song Pretty little girl with the red dress on Poor Otis dead and gone Yeah, back down, turn around slowly Try it again, remembering when It was easy, try it again Much to easy, rememberin' when All right, look at my shoes Not quite the walkin' blues Don't fight, too much to lose Can't fight the runnin' blues Well, I've got the runnin' blues Runnin' away, back to L.A. Got to find the dock of the bay Maybe find it back in L.A. Runnin' scared Runnin' blue Goin' so fast What'll I do Well, I've got the runnin' blues Runnin' away, back to L.A. Got to find the dock of the bay Maybe find it back in L.A. All right, look at my shoes Not quite the walkin' blues Don't fight, too much to lose Can't fight the runnin' blues All right, look at my shoes Not quite the walkin' blues Don't fight, too much to lose Can't fight the runnin' blues @SONG: WISHFUL SINFUL Wishful crystal Water covers everything in blue Coolin' water Wishful sinful Our love is beautiful to see I know where I would like to be Right back where I came Wishful, sinful, wicked blue Water covers you Wishful, sinful, wicked you Can't escape the blue Magic risin' Sun is shinin' deep beneath the sea But not enough for you and me and sunshine Love to hear the wind cry Wishful sinful Our love is beautiful to see I know where I would like to be Right back where I came Wishful, sinful, wicked blue Water covers you Wishful, sinful, wicked you Can't escape the blue Love to hear the wind cry Love to hear you cry, yeah, yeah @SONG: THE SOFT PARADE When I was back there in seminary school There was a person there Who put forth the proposition That you can petition the Lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer You cannot petition the lord with prayer! Can you give me sanctuary I must find a place to hide A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum I can't make it anymore The Man is at the door Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy Champion sax and a girl named Sandy There's only four ways to get unraveled One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da One is a bandit up in the hills One is to love your neighbor 'till His wife gets home Catacombs Nursery bones Winter women Growing stones Carrying babies To the river Streets and shoes Avenues Leather riders Selling news The monk bought lunch Ha ha, he bought a little Yes, he did Woo! This is the best part of the trip This is the trip, the best part I really like What'd he say? Yeah! Yeah, right! Pretty good, huh Huh! Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number Successful hills are here to stay Everything must be this way Gentle streets where people play Welcome to the Soft Parade All our lives we sweat and save Building for a shallow grave Must be something else we say Somehow to defend this place Everything must be this way Everything must be this way, yeah The Soft Parade has now begun Listen to the engines hum People out to have some fun A cobra on my left Leopard on my right, yeah The deer woman in a silk dress Girls with beads around their necks Kiss the hunter of the green vest Who has wrestled before With lions in the night Out of sight! The lights are getting brighter The radio is moaning Calling to the dogs There are still a few animals Left out in the yard But it's getting harder To describe sailors To the underfed Tropic corridor Tropic treasure What got us this far To this mild equator? We need someone or something new Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon Callin' on the dogs Callin' on the dogs Oh, it's gettin' harder Callin' on the dogs Callin' in the dogs Callin' all the dogs Callin' on the gods You gotta meet me Too late, baby Slay a few animals At the crossroads Too late All in the yard But it's gettin' harder By the crossroads You gotta meet me Oh, we're goin', we're goin great At the edge of town Tropic corridor Tropic treasure Havin' a good time Got to come along What got us this far To this mild equator? Outskirts of the city You and I We need someone new Somethin' new Somethin' else to get us through Better bring your gun Better bring your gun Tropic corridor Tropic treasure We're gonna ride and have some fun When all else fails We can whip the horse's eyes And make them sleep And cry @ALBUM: Morrison Hotel @SONG: ROADHOUSE BLUES Yeah Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse We're gonna have a real Good time Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows And that's for the people Who like to go down slow Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, all night long Do it, honey, do it You gotta roll, roll, roll You gotta thrill my soul, all right Roll, roll, roll, roll Thrill my soul You gotta beep a gunk a chucha Honk konk konk You gotta each you puna Each ya bop a luba Each yall bump a kechonk Ease sum konk Ya, ride Ashen lady, Ashen lady Give up your vows, give up your vows Save our city, save our city Right now Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer The future's uncertain, and the end is always near Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, all night long @SONG: PEACE FROG There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles She came There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee She came Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago She came Blood on the rise, it's following me Think about the break of day She came and then she drove away Sunlight in her hair She came Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness She came Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh She came Yeah the river runs red down the legs of the city She came The women are crying rivers of weepin' She came into town and then she drove away Sunlight in her hair Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice Blood in my love in the terrible summer Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A. Blood screams the pain as they chop off her fingers Blood will be born in the birth of a nation Blood is the rose of mysterious union There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago Blood on the rise, it's following me @SONG: Queen of the Highway She was a princess, Queen of the Highway Sign on the road said: "Take us to Madre" No one could save her, save the blind tiger He was a monster, black dressed in leather She was a princess, Queen of the Highway Now they are wedded, she is a good girl Naked as children out in a meadow, Naked as children, wild as can be, Soon to have offspring, start it all over Start at all over American boy, American girl, Most beautiful people in the world! Son of a frontier Indian Swirl, Dancing through the midnight whirl-pool Formless hope it can continue a little while longer @ALBUM: l.a.woman L.A. WOMAN @SONG: THE CHANGELING Uh! Uha! Gedu! I live uptown I live downtown I live all around I had money, and I had none I had money, and I had none But I never been so broke That I couldn't leave town I'm a Changeling See me change I'm a Changelin' See me change I'm the air you breath Food you eat Friends your greet In the sullen street, wow See me change See me change, you I live uptown I live downtown I live all around I had money, yeah, and I had none I had money, yeah, and I had none But I never been so broke That I couldn't leave town Well, I'm the air you breath Food you eat Friends your greet In the sullen street, wow Ew ma! Uh, ah! You gotta see me change See me change Yeah, I'm leavin' town On a midnight train Gotta see me change Change, change, change Change, change, change Change, change, change Change, change, change Woa, change, change, change @SONG: LOVE HER MADLY Don't ya love her madly Don't ya need her badly Don't ya love her ways Tell me what you say Don't ya love her madly Wanna be her daddy Don't ya love her face Don't ya love her as she's walkin' out the door Like she did one thousand times before Don't ya love her ways Tell me what you say Don't ya love her as she's walkin' out the door All your love All your love All your love All your love All your love is gone So sing a lonely song Of a deep blue dream Seven horses seem to be on the mark Yeah, don't you love her Don't you love her as she's walkin' out the door All your love All your love All your love Yeah, all your love is gone So sing a lonely song Of a deep blue dream Seven horses seem to be on the mark Well, don't ya love her madly Don't ya love her madly Don't ya love her madly @SONG: BEEN DOWN SO LONG Well, I've been down so Goddamn long That it looks like up to me Well, I've been down so very damn long That it looks like up to me Yeah, why don't one you people C'mon and set me free I said, warden, warden, warden Won't you break your lock and key I said, warden, warden, warden Won't ya break your lock and key Yeah, come along here, mister C'mon and let the poor boy be Baby, baby, baby Won't you get down on your knees Baby, baby, baby Won't you get down on your knees C'mon little darlin' C'mon and give your love to me, oh yeah Well, I've been down so Goddamn long That it looks like up to me Well, I've been down so very damn long That it looks like up to me Yeah, why don't one you people C'mon, c'mon, c'mon and set me free @SONG: CARS HISS BY MY WINDOW The cars hiss by my window Like the waves down on the beach The cars hiss by my window Like the waves down on the beach I got this girl beside me But she's out of reach Headlight through my window Shinin' on the wall Headlight through my window Shinin' on the wall Can't hear my baby Though I called and called Yeah, right Woo! Windows started tremblin' With a sonic boom Windows started tremblin' With a sonic boom, boom A cold girl'll kill you In a darkened room Yeah, woo Ride Ride on Weooooo! Wawa, eooo! Oooo, owa, owaaa! Wa, waaaaea! Ooo, wa, wa, wa, wa, waa! Uh-huh @SONG: L.A. WOMAN Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light Or just another lost angel...City of Night City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, c'mon L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon Drive thru your suburbs Into your blues, into your blues, yeah Into your blue-blue Blues Into your blues, ohh, yeah I see your hair is burnin' Hills are filled with fire If they say I never loved you You know they are a liar Drivin' down your freeways Midnite alleys roam Cops in cars, the topless bars Never saw a woman... So alone, so alone So alone, so alone Motel Money Murder Madness Let's change the mood from glad to sadness Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin' Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin' Got to keep on risin' Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin' Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin' Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin' Risin', risin' Gone risin', risin' I'm gone risin', risin' I gotta risin', risin' Well, risin', risin' I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin' Woah, ohh yeah Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light Or just another lost angel...City of Night City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, c'mon L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman L.A. Woman, your my woman Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman L.A. L.A. Woman Woman L.A. Woman c'mon @SONG: L'AMERICA Yeeeaahh I took a trip down to L'America To trade some beads for a pint of gold I took a trip down to L'America To trade some beads for a pint of gold L'America, L'America, L'America L'America, L'America, L'America C'mon people, don't ya look so down You know the rain man's comin' ta town Change the weather, change your luck And then he'll teach ya how ta...find yourself L'America Friendly strangers came to town All the people put them down But, the women loved their ways Come again some other day Like the gentle rain Like the gentle rain that falls I took a trip down to L'America To trade some beads for a pint of gold I took a trip down to L'America To trade some beads for a pint of gold L'America, L'America, L'America L'America, L'America, L'America L'America @SONG: HYACINTH HOUSE What are they doing in the Hyacinth House? What are they doing in the Hyacinth House? To please the lions in this day I need a brand new friend who doesn't bother me I need a brand new friend who doesn't trouble me I need someone and who doesn't need me I see the bathroom is clear I think that somebody's near I'm sure that someone is following me, oh yeah Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away? Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away? It was the only card in the deck that I had left to play And I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend And I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend And I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend, the end @SONG: CRAWLING KING SNAKE Well, I'm the Crawlin' King Snake And I rule my den I'm the Crawlin' King Snake And I rule my den Yeah, don't mess 'round with my mate Gonna use her for myself Caught me crawlin', baby, window Grass is very high Keep on crawlin' till the day I die Crawlin' King Snake And I rule my den You better give me what I want Gonna crawl no more Caught me crawlin', baby Crawlin' 'round your door Seein' everything I want I'm gonna crawl on your floor Let's crawl And I rule my den C'mon, give me what I want Ain't gonna crawl no more Alright, crawl a while C'mon crawl C'mon crawl Get on out there on your hands and knees, baby Crawl all over me Just like the spider on the wall Ooo, we gonn' crawl, one more Well, I'm the Crawlin' King Snake And I rule my den Call me the Crawlin' King Snake And I rule my den Yeah, don't mess 'round with my mate Gonna use her for myself @SONG: THE WASP (TEXAS RADIO AND THE BIG BEAT) I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat Comes out of the Virginia swamps Cool and slow with plenty of precision With a back beat narrow and hard to master Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance Others, mean and ruthful of the Western dream I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping This is the land where the Pharaoh died The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered They are saying, "Forget the night. Live with us in forests of azure. Out here on the perimeter there are no stars Out here we is stoned - immaculate." Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the lose of God I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night The meager food for souls forgot I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with raw iron soul I'll tell you this No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat Soft drivin', slow and mad, like some new language Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night Wandering the Western dream Tell you 'bout the maiden with raw iron soul @SONG: RIDERS ON THE STORM Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house we're born Into this world we're thrown Like a dog without a bone An actor out alone Riders on the storm There's a killer on the road His brain is squirmin' like a toad Take a long holiday Let your children play If ya give this man a ride Sweet memory will die Killer on the road, yeah Girl ya gotta love your man Girl ya gotta love your man Take him by the hand Make him understand The world on you depends Our life will never end Gotta love your man, yeah Wow! Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house we're born Into this world we're thrown Like a dog without a bone An actor out alone Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Riders on the storm @SONG: ***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 and 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 thru 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 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 House upon the hill Moon is lying still Shadows of 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 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 C'mon along, we're not going very far To the East to meet the Czar Some outlaws lived by the side of the 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 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 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 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, and the strong, and the wise Brothers and 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 and to your dreams Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth I want to be ready' Poems By James Douglas Morrison, Page1 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- * AN AMERICAN PRAYER * THE NEW CREATURES * THE CELEBRATION OF THE LIZARD * THE HITCHHIKER ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Image] AN AMERICAN PRAYER by James Douglas Morrison ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dawn's Highway Indians scattered on 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 load 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 of the ghosts 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. Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice Blood in my love in the terrible summer Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A. Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers Blood will be born in the birth if a nation Blood is the rose of mysterious union Blood on the rise, it's following me. Indian, Indian what did you die for? Indian says, nothing at all. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 grand? 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 call you to pray ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 and 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 homeroom party and played records And when he left in the hot noon sun and walked to his car We saw the chooks had written F-U-C-K on his windshield He wiped it off with a rag and smiling cooly drove away He's rich. Got a big car. My gang will get you Scenes of rape in the arroyo Seduction 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, pills, grass? C'mon... I show you good time. This place has everything. C'mon... I show you. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 liquor and clothes half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer Jumped, humped, born to suffer made to undress in the wilderness. I will never treat you mean Never start no kind of scene I'll 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 manouvered 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 buttock scarred by a father's belt She's trying to rie Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games Handsome lad, dead in a car Confusion No connections Come 'ere I love you Peace on earth Will you die for me? Eat me This way The end I'll 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 through enough? she asks 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stoned Immaculate I'll tell you this... No eternal reward will forgive us now For wasting the dawn. Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused One summer night, going to the pier I ran into two young girls The blonde one was called Freedom The dark one, Enterprise We talked and they told me this story Now listen to this... I'll 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 a divine messenger Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god Wandering, wandering in hopless night Out here in the perimeter there are no stars Out here we is stoned Immaculate. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 were 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 died? 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 alright, all your friends are here When can I meet them? After you've eaten I'm not hungry Uh, we meant beaten Silver stream, silvery scream Oooooh, impossible concentration. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Curses, Invocations Curses, Invocations Weird bate-headed mongrels I keep expecting one of you to rise Large buxom obese queen Garden hogs and cunt veterans Quaint cabbage saints Shit hoarders and individualists Drag strip officials Tight lipped losers and Lustful fuck salesman My militant dandies All strange orders of monsters Hot on the tail of the woodvine We welcome 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 I'll always be a word man Better then a bird man ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- American Night All hail the American night! What was that? I don't know Sounds like guns...thunder. (Roadhouse Blues cuts in here with Jim doing a little audience participation section at the end.) ...Alright! Alright! Alright! Hey, listen! Listen! Listen, man! listen, man! I don't know how many you people believe in astrology... Yeah, that's right...that's right, baby, I...I am a Sagittarius The most philosophical of all the signs But anyway, I don't believe in it I think it's a bunch of bullshit, myself But I tell you this, man, I tell you this I don't know what's gonna happen, man, but I wanna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames Alright! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 I'll never wake up in a good mood again I'm sick of these stinky boots ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lament Lament for my cock Sore and crucified I seek to know you Aquiring soulful wisdom You can open walls of mystery Stripshow How to aquire death in the morning show TV death which the child absorbs Deathwell mystery which makes me write Slow train, the death of my cock gives life Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry Taught us god in the child's praye in the night Guitar player Ancient wise satyr Sing your ode to my cock Caress it's 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 Monsters of skin Each color connects to create the boat which rocks the race Could any hell be more horrible than now and real? I pressed her thigh and death smiled death, old friend death and my cock are the world I can forgive my injuries in the name of Wisdom Luxury Romance Sentence upon sentence Words are the healing lament For the death of my cock's spirit Has no meaning in the soft fire Words got me the wound and will get me well I you believe it All join now and lament the death of my cock A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night Boys get crazy in the head and suffer I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Hitchhiker Thoughts in time and out of season 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 we're 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 is 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 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 and 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 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 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 and death 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 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 propogate 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 divine mockery of words Music inflames temperament (When the true King's murderers are allowed to run 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 Resident mockery 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 exists in a school book Did you know madmen are roaming 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 trying for something That's already found us. We can invent a Kingdom of our own grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust and love we must, in beds or rust Steel doors lock in prosoner's screams amd musak, 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 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? I'm sick of these dour faces Staring at me from the TV 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 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 it's other jaw reveals incest and loose obedience to a vegetable law. I will not go Prefer a Feast of Friends To the Giant Family. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Image] THE NEW CREATURES TO PAMELA SUSAN by James Douglas Morrison ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Snakeskin jacket Indian eyes Brilliant hair He moves in disturbed Nile Insect Air ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- II You parade thru the soft summer We watch your eager rifle decay Your wilderness Your teeming emptiness Pale forests on verge of light decline. More of your miracles More of your magic arms ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- III Bitter grazing in sick pastures Animal sadness & the daybed Whipping. Iron curtains pried open. The elaborate sun implies dust, knives, voices. Call out of the Wilderness Call out of fever, receiving the wet dreams of an Aztec King. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- IV The banks are high & overgrown rich w/ warm green danger. Unlock the canals. Punish our sister's sweet playmate distress. Do you want us that way w/ the rest? Do you adore us? When you return will you still want to play w/ us? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- V Fall down. Strange gods arrive in fast enemy poses. Their shirts are soft marrying cloth and hair together. All along their arms ornaments conceal veins bluer that blood pretending welcome. Soft lizard eyes connect. Their soft drained insect cries erect new fear, where fears reign. The rustling of sex against their skin. The wind withdraws all sound. Stamp your witness on the punished ground. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- VI Wounds, stags, & arrows Hooded flashing legs plunge near the tranquil women. Startling obedience from the pool people. Astonishing caves to plunder. Loose, nerveless ballets of looting. Boys are running. Girls are screaming, falling. The air is thick w/ smoke. Dead crackling wires dance pools of sea blood. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- VII Lizard woman w/ your insect eyes w/ your wild surprise. Warm daughter of silence. Venom. Turn your back w/ a slither of moaning wisdom. The unblinking blind eyes behind walls new histories rise and wake growling & whining the weird dawn of dreams. Dogs lie sleeping. The wolf howls. A creature lives out the war. A forest. A rustle of cut words, choking river. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- VIII The snake, the lizard, the insect eye the huntsman's green obedience. Quick, in raw time, serving stealth & slumber, grinding warm forests into restless lumber. Now for the valley. Now for the syrup hair. Stabbing the eyes, widening skies behind the skull bone. Swift end of hunting. Hug round the swollen torn breast & red-stained throat. The hounds gloat. Take her home. Carry our sister's body, back to the boat. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- A pair of Wings Crash High winds of Karma Sirens Laughter & young voices in the mts. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Saints the Negro, Africa Tattoo eyes like time ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Build temporary habitations, games & chambers, play there, hide. First man stood, shifting stance while germs of sight unfurl'd Flags in his skull and quickening, hair, nails, skin turned slowly, whirl'd, in the warm aquarium, warm wheel turning. Cave fish, eels, & gray salamanders turn in their night career of sleep. The idea of vision escapes the animal worm whose earth is an ocean, whose eyes is its body. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The theory is that birth is prompted by the child's desire to leave the womb. But in the photograph an unborn horse's neck strains inward w/ legs scooped out. From this everything follows: Swallow milk at the breast until there's no milk. Squeeze wealth at the rim until tile pools claim it. He swallows seed, his pride until w/ pale mouth legs she sucks the root, dreading world to devour child. Doesn't the ground swallow me when I die, or the sea if I die at sea? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The City. Hive, Web, or severed insect mound. All citizens heirs of the same royal parent. The caged beast, the holy center, a garden in the midst of the city. "See Naples & die." Jump ship. Rats, sailors & death. So many wild pigeons. Animals ripe w/ new diseases. "There is only one disease and I am its catalyst," cried doomed pride of the carrier. Fighting, dancing, gambling, bars, cinemas thrive in the avid summer. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Savage destiny Naked girl, seen from behind, on a natural road Friends explore the labyrinth - Movie young woman left on the desert A city gone mad w/ fever ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sister of the unicorn, dance Sisters & brothers of Pyramid Dance Mangled hands Tales of the Old Days Discovery of the Sacred Pool changes Mute-handed stillness baby cry The wild dog The sacred beast Find her! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- He goes to see the girl of the ghetto Dark savage streets. A hut, lighted by candle. She is magician Female prophet Sorceress Dressed in the past All arrayed. The stars The moon She reads the future in your hand. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The walls are garish red The stairs High discordant screaming She has the tokens. "You too" "Don't go" He flees. Music renews. The mating-pit. "Salvation" Tempted to leap in circle. Negroes riot. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fear the Lords who are secret among us. The Lords are w/ in us. Born of sloth & cowardice. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- He spoke to me. He frightened me w/ laughter. He took my hand, & led me past silence into cool whispered Bells. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- A file of young people going thru a small woods ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- They are filming something in the street, in front of our house. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Walking to the riot Spreads to the houses the lawns suddenly alive now w/ people running ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't dig what they did to that girl Mercy pack Wild song they sing As they chop her hands Nailed to a ghost Tree I saw a lynching Met the strange men of the souther swamp Cypress was their talk Fish-call & bird-song Roots & signs out of all knowing They chanced to be there Guides, to the white gods. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- An armed camp. Army army burning itself in feasts. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jackal, we sniff after the survivors of caravans. We reap bloody crops on war fields. No meat of any corpse deprives our lean bellies. Hunger drives us on scented winds. Stranger, traveler, peer into our eyes & translate the horrible barking of ancient dogs. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Camel caravans bear witness guns to Caesar. Hordes crawl & seep inside the walls. The streets flow stone. Life goes on absorbing war. Violence kills the temple of no sex. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Terrible shouts start the journey - If they had migrated sooner - a high wailing keening piercing animal lament from a woman high atop a Mt. tower - Thin wire fence in the mind dividing the heart ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Surreptitiously They smile Inviting - Smiling Choktai leave! evil leave! No come here Leave her! A creature is nursing its child soft arms around the head & the neck a mouth to connect leave this child alone This one is mine I'm taking her home Back to the rain ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The assassin's bullet Marries the King Dissembling miles of air To kiss the crown. The Prince rambles in blood. Ode to the neck That was groomed For rape's gown. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cancer city Urban fall Summer sadness The highways of the old town Ghosts in cars Electric shadows ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ensenada the dead seal the dog crucifix ghosts of the dead car sun. Stop the car. Rain. Night. Feel. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sea-bird sea-moan Earthquake murmuring Fast-burning incense Clamoring surging Serpentine road To the Chinese caves Home of the winds The gods of mourning ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The city sleeps & the unhappy children roam w/ animal gangs. They seem to speak to their friends the dogs who teach them trails. Who can catch them? Who can make them come inside? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The tent girl at midnight stole to the well & met her lover there They talked a while & laughed & then he left She put an orange pillow on her breast In the morning Chief w/drew his troops & planned a map The horsemen rose on up the women fixed the ropes on tight The tents are folded now We march toward the sea ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Catalog of Horrors Descriptions of Natural disaster Lists of miracles in the divine corridor Catalog of fish in the divine canal Catalog of objects in the room List of things in the sacred river ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I The soft parade has now begun on Sunset. Cars come thundering down the canyon. Now is the time & the place. The cars come rumbling. "You got a cool machine." These engine beasts muttering their soft talk. A delight at night to hear their quiet voices again after 2 years. Now the soft parade has soon begun. Cool pools from a tired land sink now in the peace of evening. Clouds weaken & die. The sun, an orange skull, whispers quietly, becomes an island, & is gone. There they are watching us everything will be dark. The light changed. We were aware knee-deep in the fluttering air as the ships move on trains in their wake. Trench mouth again in the camps. Gonorrhea Tell the girl to go home We need a witness to the killing. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- II The artists of Hell set up easels in parks the terrible landscape, where citizens find anxious pleasure preyed upon by savage bands of youths I can't believe this is happening I can't believe all these people are sniffing each other & backing away teeth grinning hair raised, growling, here in the slaughtered wind I am ghost killer. witnessing to all my blessed sanction This is it no more fun the death of all joy has come. Do you dare deny my potency my kindness or forgiveness? Just try you will fry like the rest in holiness And not for a penny will I spare any time for you Ghost children down there in the frightening world You are alone & have no need of other you & the child mother who bore you who weaned you who made you man ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- III Photo-booth killer fragile bandit straight from ambush Kill me! Kill the child who made Thee. Kill the thought-provoking senator of lust who brought you to this state. Kill hate disease warfare sadness Kill badness Kill madness Kill photo mother murder tree Kill me. Kill yourself Kill the little blind elf. The beautiful monster vomits a stream of watches clocks jewels knives silver coins & copper blood The well of time & trouble whiskey bottles perfume razor blades beads liquid insects hammers & thin nails the feet of birds eagle feathers & claws machine parts chrome teeth hair shards of pottery & skulls the ruins of our time the debris by a lake the gleaming beer cans & rust & sable menstrual fur Dance naked on broken bones feet bleed & stain glass cuts cover your mind & the dry end of vacuum boat white the people drop lines in still pools & pull ancient trout from the deep home. Scales crusted & gleaming green A knife was stolen. A valuable hunting knife By some strange boys from the other camp across the Lake ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Are these our friends racing & shuddering thru the calm vales of parliament My son will not die in the war He will return numbed peasent voice of Orient fisherman Last time you said this was the only way voice of tender young girl Running & speaking infected green jungles consult the oracle bitter creek crawl they exist on rainwater monkey-love mantra mate maker of brandy The poison isles The poison Take this thin granule of evil snakeroot from the southern shore way out miracle will find thee The chopper blazed over inward click & sure blasted matter, made the time bombs free of leprous lands spotted w/ hunger & clinging to law Please show us your ragged head & silted smiling eyes calm in fire a silky flowered shirt edging the eyes, alive spidery, distant dial lies come, calm one into the life-try already wifelike latent, leathery, loose lawless, large & languid She was a kingdom-cry legion of lewd marching mind-men Where are your manners out there on the sunlit desert boundless galaxies of dust cactus spines, beads bleach stones, bottles & rust cars, stored for shaping The new man, time-soldier picked his way narrowly thru the crowded ruins of once grave city, gone comic now w/ rats & the insects of refuge He lives in cars goes fruitless thru the frozen schools & finds no space in shades of obedience the monitors are silenced the great graveled guard-towers sicken on the westward beach so tired of watching if only on horse were left to ride thru the waste a dog at his side to sniff meat-maids chained on the public poles there is no more argument in beds, at night blackness is burned Stare into the parlors of town where a woman dances in her European gown to the great waltzes this could be fun to rule a wasteland II Cherry palms Terrible shores & more & many more This we know that all are free in the school-made text of the unforgiven deceit smiles incredible hardships are suffered by those barely able to endure but all will pass lie down in green grass & smile, & muse, & gaze upon her smooth resemblance to the mating-Queen who it seems is in love w/ the horseman now, isn't that fragrant Sir, isn't that knowing w/ a wayward careless backward glance July 24, 1968 Los Angeles, The United States, Hawaii ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Image] THE CELEBRATION OF THE LIZARD by James Douglas Morrison ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 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 thre, 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 hill 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 C'mon 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 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'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 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 Kindom 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.' ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Image] THE HITCHHIKER (An American Pastoral) by James Douglas Morrison ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE SCREEN IS BLACK. We hear a young man's voice in casual conversation with friends. No, this guy told me you can go down across the border and buy a girl and bring her back and that's what I'm goin' to do, I'm gonna go down there and buy one of them and bring her back and marry her. I am. An older woman's voice Billy, are you completely crazy? We hear the good-natured laughter of the woman, a man and another friend as Billy's insistent voice rises through saying: BILLY No, it's true. Really. This guy told me. It's true. I'm really gonna do it. The film changes to COLOR. A couple sit at a small table in a simulated border town nightclub. It is a CLOSE shot, reminding us possibly of Picasso's "Absinthe Drinkers." The atmosphere is suggested by peripheral sounds such as bois- terous young voices, curses in a foreign language, the tin- kling of glasses and music from a small rock band. Perhaps a dancer is visible in the background. Perhaps topless. An anonymous waitress could enter the frame and leave, serving drinks. The HERO is drunk and he's trying to persuade an attractive Mexican girl, a waitress in the bar, a whore, to cross the border and marry him. The girl tolerates him. She is work- ing, hustling drinks, and has to listen but also she likes him. In some way, he interests her. BILLY I bet only reason you won't come with me is because I ain't got any money. Well, listen. I'm tellin' you. I'm gonna go back up there and get me some money, lots of it, maybe even ten thousand. And then I'm comin' back for you. I'm comin' back. He weaves offscreen, determined, drunk, camera hold on girl, smiling wistfully and ironically after him. Then she grabs another young American and pulls him down beside her. THE GIRL Hey, man, you want to buy me a drink? TITLE THE HITCHHIKER (An American Pastoral) Film changes to BLACK and WHITE. It is dawn on the American desert; it's cold, and he stands hunched in his jacket, by the side of the highway. The sun is rising. We hold on him as a few cars go by at long intervals. We hear the car coming, watch his eyes watching, he sticks his thumb out. CUT TO profile shot, as a car swishes by. The third car stops and he runs, not too energetically and get inside. INTERIOR car. Middle-aged man in a business suit. He asks the hitchhiker where he is going. BILLY (mumbling) L.A. He is obviously reluctant to do any talking. THE DRIVER I can take you as far as Amarillo and then you'll have to go on from there. BILLY (No reply. No recognition.) DRIVER What are you going to do when you get to L.A.? Have you got a job lined up? BILLY (No answer. He is beginning to nod.) The man drives on. We see glimses of the American land- scape out the window of the car. The man glances sideways occasionally at Billy who is sleeping. CLOSE UP of the man's right hand moving snake-like to- wards the hiker's left leg. He hesitates and then touches it above the knee. Immediately, a .38 revolver appears from Billy jacket and points at the driver. BILLY Pull over. Profile of car, left side, extremely long shot. We hear a shot. The hitchhiker comes around the rear of the car, opens the door, and pulls the driver toward camera, his corpse that is, to the gully, and, after stripping his wallet of all the cash, gets into the car and drives away. The kid is standing beside the car with his thumb out. The hood is raised. The engine has failed. A State Patrolman (we learn this from his uniform, western hat, and badge) stops in his own unmarked car. Billy gets in the car. The sheriff is friendly. He talks a lot. He tells Billy that he's just getting back home after delivering two lunatics from his local jail to the state asylum. SHERIFF I had to put them both in straight- jackets and throw them in the back of the wagon. I had to. They were totally uninhibited. I mean, if I let 'em loose, they just start jerking off and playing with each other, so I had to keep them tied up. The killer is trying to stay awake. He's strung out on ben- nies, and also just plain exhausted, and he's fighting to fol- low the man's conversation. The sheriff rambles on. Billy is in that weird state between what's being said in reality and what he hears in his dream. The sheriff asks a question. He an- swers and then jerks up suddenly to realize that he's been inventing his own dialogue inside his head. Finally, he can take it no longer. He pulls the gun out and orders the sheriff to pull over to the side of the road. Then he forces him to unlock the trunk, orders him inside and slams the lid. INTERIOR of car. The hitchhiker is driving on. As the car slows down for an upgrade, the trunk flies open and the sheriff tumbles out into the dust. Billy sees it in the rearview mirror. He slams on the brakes, jumps out of the car and runs back to the spot. From off in the desert, we see the sheriff racing insanely toward the camera. He suddenly leaps and throws himself flat on the ground behind a sand dune, next to the camera. From this point of view, the sheriff crouched and breathing in heavy gasps, we watch the kid stand on the side of the road, stare out into the desert and finally get back into the car and drive away. Billy is hitchhiking again. Obviously, he has ditched the sheriff's car somewhere along the way. A car pulls over. There is a young man driving and in the back seat are his wife and two small children, a boy and a girl. The driver is friendly, tells him he used to hitchhike a lot himself and volunteers the information that he has just returned home from two years in Viet Nam, where he was a pilot. Billy pulls out the gun and lets them know immediately that he wants them to take him anywhere he wants to go. Other- wise, he'll kill them. It is NIGHT. They pull into a gas station. Billy is hungry, so are the kids. So he goes with the ex-aviator into a small country store that's part of the station. He warns the family to keep quiet or he'll kill everyone. INSIDE the country store. A seedy old man behind the counter. They ask him for a bunch of ham sandwiches. In close-up, we watch him slice the meat, the knife hesitating minutely, deciding on the thickness of each slice. The two men stand there watching him. Suddenly, the husband wheels around and gets a grip on the hitchhiker from behind. They whirl madly around the store, the father screaming for the proprietor to call the police. THE MAN Stop him! He's got a gun!! He's gonna kill us!!! Help me!!!! Billy somehow manages to get his gun out and forces the man to the car. The store owner stares after him, mouth agape, then picks up the receiver to call the police. MORNING. A young boy finds the car, pulled off on a side road, splattered with blood. He opens the door and sees the little girl's baby doll, the naked, flesh-colored rubber kind, and in close-up, we see blood on it. The EXTERIOR of a run-down shack in the country. We hear the sounds from inside. INTERIOR of shack. Televi- sion and radio and newspaper reporters, including an attrac- tive woman with a notebook, are interviewing the killer's father. He's a very old man, an alcoholic, who is slightly pleased to be thrust suddenly into the spotlight, but who treats the situation with a grave sense of public image and self-irony. THE FATHER He was always a pretty strange boy, specially after his mother passed away. Then he got real quiet. He didn't have many friends. Just his brothers and sisters. GIRL REPORTER Mr. Cooke, is there anything you'd like to tell your son? FATHER Yes, there is. Billy, if you can hear me, son, please turn yourself in. Cause what you're doin', it just ain't right. You're not doin' right, son. And you know it. During this appeal, the camera has moved slowly into a CLOSE-UP of the old man's face. INTERIOR. Car. Night. Rain. A car radio. The light glows yellow in the dark car. The radio is playing a country gospel hour. A revival meeting. The preacher and his flock. As Billy listens, we flash back into his past, over the rain and wind- shield wipers. We see an old man and a young boy in the woods. The man is Billy's father and the boy is Billy himself at about age seven or eight. The father teaches his son how to shoot a gun. He tell him to aim at a rabbit. THE FATHER Don't be afraid, son. Don't be afraid. Just squeeze one off. We see a rabbit pinioned in a rifle's telescopic sight. A small town high school, 3:30, bell rings, school is out. The kids gush from the building and flow like a human stream to the favorite drive-in restaurant. INTERIOR of car. Billy is eating a cheeseburger and Coke. Through his windows he watches the movements of one of the carhops. She is wearing slacks and with him we watch her ass and thighs. When she comes to collect, he asks her to come for a ride with him. We hear him say this but the ensuing dialogue is shown in pantomime. The actual voices are drowned out by the sounds of radios, kids talking. They are driving up a mountain road. The Rolling Stones' "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" comes on the radio. Billy sings along with the record with wild abandon and squirms in his seat like a toad. The car is parked on a rocky view overlooking the ocean. He gets out of the car and dances around it, acting crazy, and howling like an Indian. He ducks up and down, appearing and reappearing in different windows. She laughs at his clowning. The couple are in the back seat, vaguely we see their move- ments, hear them whispering, laughing, talking. CUT TO outside of car. They get out of the back of the car, hair and clothes disarranged and move side by side into a rough ter- rain behind some rocks. Camera holds on the rocks. A pri- meval rock formation. At a rhythm that is peculiarly excruciating, we hear three gunshots. A rest room in an LA service station. EXTERIOR. Billy enters rest room. INTERIOR rest room. Billy shaves with soap in rest room mirror, runs his wet hands through his hair. EXTERIOR, downtown LA. Camera follows him from a car, as he wanders through the downtown crowds of Broad- way and Main Street. Many times he is lost to our view. We see him in an arcade, where he plays a pinball machine. CLOSE-UP of pinball game in progress. Billy in photo booth. Flash of the lights. CLOSE-UP of four automatic photos: flash flash flash flash. Four faces of Billy. Billy in downtown hamburger stand. He is eating, seen from behind, Gun enters frame left. He turns and sees it, stares back blankly. CUT TO EXTERIOR, street. In hand-held confused close- up sequence, we see him dragged and shoved into the back seat of a car (police car). He is kicked and beaten. During the struggle, we hear many men's voices, gloating righteous ex- clamations. MEN So you're the little bastard that killed all those people! (Kick) You had a good time, didn't you? (Kick) You really killed 'em, didn't you? Hands cuffed behind his back, he looks up with a confused expression and says: BILLY But I'm a good boy. The men laugh. Film switches to COLOR. A montage of extant photo- graphs representing death. The body of Che Guevara, a northern Renaissance Dutch crucifixion, bullfight, slaugh- terhouse, mandalas and into abstraction. A nature film of a mongoose killing a cobra, a black dog runs free on the beach. FADE INTO BLACKNESS. EXTERIOR night. On the steps of City Hall of Justice we see the hitchhiker descend dreamlike in slow motion, move languorously across a deserted city square toward the camera until he covers the lens and seems to pass through it. Seen now from behind, as he moves away from lens, he enters a desert outskirt region where he finds an automobile graveyard. He is wandering in Eternity. In the junkyard, three people squat around a small fire. They're cooking po- tatoes in the coals, an older man named DOC pokes the fire with a stick. There is an older woman, funky, glamorous, and the third person is a young boy, a mute, of indeterminate age. He is slightly made up with white makeup. They are hoboes in Eternity and are not surprised to see him. He nears the fire. DOC Well, how ya doin', kid? I see you did it again. Ya hungry? There's some food here if ya want it. Billy doesn't speak. He stares at the moon. The woman has kept her head down, her hair covering her face. DOC Billy's back. Blue Lady, didja hear me? I said Billy's back. She looks up for the first time. BLUE LADY Hi, Billy. BILLY Hello, Blue Lady. He looks at the boy. Hiya, Clown Boy. CLOWN BOY claps his hands and nods, his face contorted grotesquely in greeting. They sit for a while like this, and stare at the fire. They eat the potatoes. Then Doc rises and says: DOC The sun's gonna be up in a while. I guess we'd better move on. Slowly, one by one, the other two rise. Doc puts out the fire with dirt and says: DOC Ya comin' with us, Billy? BILLY (thinking hard) I don't know, Doc, I just don't know. Doc smiles. DOC Well, we'll see ya later, kid. The rest of the gang will be real glad to see ya. They sure will. Well... Doc, Clown Boy and the Blue Lady start moving toward the rising sun into the mountain desert. Every now and then they turn and wave, Clown Boy leaping up and down madly and waving good-bye. As they slowly disappear, camera changes focus to Billy, the hitchhiker, the kid, the killer, hunkered over the dead smol- dering fire. THE END Copyright © Doors Music Co Poems By James Douglas Morrison, Page 2 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- * PARIS JOURNAL * NOTEBOOK POEMS * POEMS FROM DRYWATER * POEMS FROM TAPE NOON * POEMS FROM THE VILLAGE READING ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Image] PARIS JOURNAL by James Douglas Morrison ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- So much forgetten already So much forgotten So much to forget Once the idea of purity born, all was lost irrevocably The Black Musician in a house up the hill Nigger in the woodpile Skeleton in the closet Sorry. Didn't mean you. An old man, someone's daughter Arises & sees us still in the room of off-key piano & bad paintings him off to work &new wife arriving (The candle-forests of Notre-Dame) beggar nuns w/ moving smiles, small velvet sacks & cataleptic eyes straying to the gaudy Mosaic calendar Windows I write like this to seize you give me your love, your tire eyes, sad for delivery A small & undiscover'd park -- we ramble And the posters scream safe revolt & the tired walls barely fall, graffiti into dry cement sand an overfed vacuum dust-clock I remember freeways Summer, beside you Ocean -- brother Storms passing electric fires in the night "rain, night, misery -- the back-ends of wagons" Shake it! Wanda, fat stranded swamp Woman We still need you Shake your roly-poly Thighs inside that Southern tent So what. It was really wild She started nude & put on her clothes. An old & cheap hotel w/ bums in the lobby genteel bums of satisfied poverty Across the street, a famous pool-hall where the actors meet former ace -- home of beat musicians beat poets & beat wanderers in the Zen tradition from China to the Subway in 4 easy lifetimes Weeping, he left his pad on orders from police & furnishings hauled away, all records & momentos, & reporters calculating tears & curses for the press: "I hope the Chinese junkies get you" & they will for the poppy rules the world That handsome gentle flower Sweet Billy! Do you remember the snake your lover tender in the tumbled brush-weed sand & cactus I do. And I remember Stars in the shotgun night eating pussy til the mind runs clean Is it rolling, God in the Persian Night? "There's a palace in the canyon where you & I were born Now I'm a lonely Man Let me back into the Garden Blue Shadows of the Canyon I met you & now you're gone & now my dream is gone Let me back into your Garden A man searching for lost Paradise Can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world Where friends do lie & drift Insanely in Their own private gardens" The cunt bloomed & the paper walls Trembled A monster arrived in the mirror To mock the room & its fool alone Give me songs to sing & emerald dreams to dream & I'll give you love unfolding Sun underwater, it was immediately strange & familiar the black boy's from the boat, fins & mask, Nostrils bled liquid crystal blood as they rose to surface Rose & moved strong in their wet world Below was a Kingdom Empire of still sand & yes, party-colored fishes -- they are the last to leave The gay sea I eat you avoiding your wordy bones & spit out pearls The little girl gave little cries of surprise as the club struck her sides I was there By the fire in the Phonebooth I saw them charge & heard the indian war-scream felt the adrenalin of flight-fear the exhilaration of terror sloshed drunk in the flashy battle blood Naked we come & bruised we go nude pastry for the slow soft worms below This is my poem for you Great flowing funky flower'd beast Great perfumed wreck of hell Great good disease & summer plague Great god-damned shit-ass Mother-fucking freak You lie, you cheat, you steal, you kill you drink the Southern Madness swill of greed you die utterly & alone Mud up to your braces Someone new in your knickers & who would that be? You know You know more than you let on Much more than you betray Great slimy angel-whore you've been good to me You really have been swell to me Tell them you came & saw & look'd into my eyes & saw the shadow of the guard receding Thoughts in time & out of season The Hitchhiker stood by the side of the road & levelled his thumb in the calm calculus of reason. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Image] NOTEBOOK POEMS by James Douglas Morrison ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- There are images I need to complete my own reality TALES OF THE AMERICAN NIGHT Discovery Angels & Sailors (rich girls) Backyard fences, tents dreams watching each other narrowly Soft luxuriant cars Girls in garages stripped, out to get liquor & clothes Half-gallons of wine & six-packs of beer Tender corral. Jumped. Humped. Born to suffer. Made to undress in the wilderness ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- CAN WE RESOLVE THE PAST - Hey man you want girls Pills grass come-on I show you good time This place has everything Come-on, I show you Burlesque Beat Can we resolve the past -- lurking jaws joints of Time -- the base -- to come of age in a dry place -- holes & caves The music was new black polished chrome & came over the summer like liquid night -- the D.J.'s Took pills to stay awake & play for 7 days The General's son had a sister. They went down to see him. They went to the studio & someone knew him. Someone knew the T.V. Showman. He came to our home room party & played records & when he left, in the hot noon sun, & walked to his car, we saw the Chooks had written F-U-C-K on his windshield. He wiped it off w/ a white rag &, smiling cooly, drove away. "He's rich. Got a big car." My friend drove an hour each day from the Mts. The bus gives you a hard-on w/books in your lap. We shot the bird at the black M.P. 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 Opened shirts & raised collars. Bright sculptured hair. Spades dance best, from the hip. Someone shot the bird on the afternoon dance show. They gave out free records to the best couple. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ALWAYS A PLAYGROUND INSTRUCTOR Always a playground instructor, never a killer. Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame, or over, he maneuvered 2 girls into his hotel room. One, a friend, and a newer stranger, vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican. Poor boy's thighs & buttocks, scarred by a father's belt. She's trying to rise. Story of her boyfriend & teen-age stone death games. Handsome cat, dead in a car. Come here I love you. Peace on earth Will you die for me eat me this way the end - I'm surprised you could get it up. He whips her lightly, sardonically w/ belt. - Haven't I been thru enough? she asks. The dark girl begins to bleed. It's Catholic heaven. I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck. My chest is hard & brown. Lying on stained & wretched sheets w/ a bleeding Virgin. We could plan a murder, or Start a religion. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I WANT TO TELL YOU I want to tell you about Texas Radio & the Big Beat it comes out of the Virgin Swamps cool & slow w/ plenty of precision & a back beat narrow & hard to master some call it heavenly in its brilliance other mean & rueful of the Western dream I love the friends I have gathered together On this thin raft we have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping This is the land where The pharaoh died -- Children The river contains specimens The voices of singing women call us on the far shore & they are saying "Forget the Night live w/ us in Forests of azure" (meager food for souls forgot) I tell you this; no eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn One morning you awoke & the strange sun & opening your door... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- NOW LISTEN TO THIS "Now listen to this: I'll tell you about Texas Radio & the Big Beat Soft driven slow & mad like some new language Reaching your head w/ the cold & sudden fury of a divine messenger Let me tell you about heartache & the loss of God Wandering, wandering in hopeless night The negroes in the forest brightly feathered let me show you the maiden w/ wrought-iron soul Out here on the perimeter there are no stars Out here we is stoned immaculate" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- TIME WORKS LIKE ACID Time works like acid Stained eyes You see time fly The face changes as the heart beats & breathes We are not constant We are an arrow in flight The sum of the angles of change Her face changed in the car eyes & skin & hair remain the same. But a hundred similar girls succeed each other ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE SIDEWALKERS MOVED... The sidewalkers moved faster We joined the current. Suddenly the cops, plastic shields & visors, wielding long thin truncheons like wands, in formation, clearing the street the other way. To get near or stay away. Cafes were taking in tables putting chairs on upside down, pulling teh steel playpen safety bars. Whistles as the vans arrive. Moustached soldiers. We leave the scene. Eyes of youth, wary, gleaming. The church. A pastoral scene of guitars, drums, flutes, harps, & lovers. Past Shakespeare & Co., the restaurants w/ elegant patrons, cross street, the small Jazz district (Story Ville) a miniature New Orleans. Negroes in African shirts. A street brass band. "Fare well to my web footed friends" Crowd smiles, jogs, & sings. Move past. San Michel Blvd. The Statue. The Seine. Bonfires of cardboard buzz evilly, down the blvd. Fire-tenders. Smell of smoke. Approach closer nearer. Suddenly screams long warhoops & the crowd runs back. And as we flee, they attack from behind, Pressed against cafe tables. Subway & news Kiosk -- A girl beaten, her cries. Can't hear blows. Rain. (Man w/ bottle) Join me at the demonstration We join groups under trees & rain. Tall public buildings. Join us at the demonstration ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dreams are at once fruit & outcry against an atrophy of the senses. Dreaming is no solution WE AWOKE, TALKING... We awoke, talking. Telling dreams. an explosion during the night A new siren. Not cop, Fire, New York ambulance or european movie riot news but the strange siren predicting war. She ran to the window. The yellow thing had risen. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- FEAR IS A PORCH... Fear is a porch where winds slide thru in the North A face at the Window that becomes a leaf An eagle sensing its disaster But soaring gracefully above A rabbit shining in the night ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- STILL WET FROM... Still wet from a strange dream dawn burst scarring the chamber's roof where all things lie I sat w/ her & sipped cold sherry Airport. (Caesura = ante-room to hell) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- START AGAIN Start again: Should the events of those days... Dream of incest & expulsion from the tribe. Big Sister. It's called the clap. Get on over here, mother-of-pearl. I was a virgin. It lasted 10 seconds. Well don't then. "I can't relax." Roll the leather pants up tightly for the morrow hour. They deserted me, deserted the cause, message or word for another god. "We're kicking you out of our universe!" He ask'd for you. I'll bet he did. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- MYSTERY OF THE DREAM Mystery of the dream a woman or girl is trying to appear The Killer -- Mexican, naked except for shoes. People, a family not connected move at hypnotic cross lines out of still frame 2 men, detectives, following searching, sifting thru back & side lit rooms, holding muted counsel. Hats, suits. Brothers. People in a wood, a park. The Killer lurks in his own world. dreams of children & families return to the sub-world to assimilate & guide events New Orleans, sleep, (death's friend, death's sister) cattle, horses faces get rubbery, clown-painted, stupid sly & wise & knowing The mystery of flight To be inside the brain of a bird goal -- the end of a goddess to slide gracefully & knowledgeably into graveland The Big dream vs Violent assassination of Spirit & neck & skull wounded he arrived ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE DARK AMERICAN SUNSET The dark American Sunset The night like a vast conspiracy to dream, hold court in the swaying sand Tijuana -- the anus of Night a cartoon of civilization Whores are bores in the American Night What will we see in the bowels of the night, in The frosted cave where dreams are made, right before your eyes. Prophecy w/out money. This song must have the sad common strangeness of currency coin of the realm. Bitter embers. Scent of pine smoke Fire-Night, special breeding exercises. An excuse for crime. High School of the Night. Silence of a school at night. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- L'AMERICA Acid dreams & Spanish Queens L'america (another?, lone?, voice) Asthma child, the fumidor Lamerica Duchess, rabbit, the woods by the road Lamerica Pearl Harbor -- Shot off the road Lamerica Conceived in a beach Town Lamerica Relevance of beach or Lakes Lamerica Sinks, snakes, caves w/ water Florida Homo/-sex/-uality Lamerica Religion & the Family Lamerica Plane crash in the Eastern Woods Virginia Bailing-out over rice-fields Lamerica Guerrilla band inside the town Lamerica Bitter tree of consciousness Lamerica A fast car in the night -- the road Lamerica Progress of The Good Disease Lamerica ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- AMERICA AS BULLRING ARENA Those indians, dreams, & the cosmic spinal bebop in blue. The cosmic horrors. The cosmic heebeejeebies. A combo of brain tissue, blood, shit, sweat sperm & steel, mixed w/ grease & liquid fire, ovaric calendars Magnified on inner Television lust-face, mirrors into Nothing, great silence opens layers of prehistoric chinese monsters. The mouths, the mouths, the cellular MAW. A young Witch from N.Y. is laying novice hexes on my brain-pan, projecting images of embryo development on my psychology. Her terrified wildness disturbs my generals. Baby, now I dig your nightmare visions, & your sadness & your bitchery But, yet, thank you for These spells. It gets my pen moving. The screaming maggot group-grope called life. It's time for the desert wild. Lust capital. Time for an island, get drunk, write & sail. "I saw the Hell of women back there." Women are obsolete "Little Wine -- dig that girl" We placate women w/ food & song w/ sex, marriage, babies You dig kids, Jim Yeah, some of them are nice I like your wife Democracy of souls ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE GUIDED TOUR The guided tour "I am a guide to the labyrinth" city is inside of body made manifest meat organs & electrical power plants The place where, walking down death-row ("You look like you're"), maps -- AMERICUS -- a river-vein we ride along. give form to the passing world Freeways are a drama, a new art form. Signs. Houses. Faces. Loud gabble of Blacks at a bus-stop. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- CAR CEMETERY car cemetery The abandoned cars The color of car paint, new at night under neon The dead reside in cars -- the old man, filthy, keeper of the graveyard Children, curious, throw stones ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- PLEASE LIKE ME please like me says the shrew what can I do? I love her. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- WOMAN'S VOICE Woman's Voice: The palace of sperm seems warm tonight Man: Umm. gloom gloom doom ruin. Woman: Marble porches. The grand ball room. Silver smiles. Trumpets. Dancing Man I want only you Woman This time come in me like an astronaut Send snakes in my orbit Man We can accomplish miracles when we're together. Woman Alone Man w/ the night to guide us ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- DON'T START THAT... Don't start that panic Love Street parade No one's afraid of the law Someone escaped To the shore Your image of me / my image of you in one-night scenes out on the coast Won't work anymore Soft parade Love Street brigade ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I BRING THESE... I bring these few rags back home this evening & lay them at your feet Miserable witness to a day of tragic sadness & disbelief Hope you'll find me wanting Take me to bed Get me drunk (lay me out) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE WEDDING-DRESS The bride-to-be lies in her bed listening to Festivities below He steals her -- in a dream ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- STAR FISH GLUTTONY Star fish gluttony What are the word-forms for co(s)mic encounter wedding flesh & mind in one body ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- TENDER ISLAND NIGHT Tender island Night And a promise of fever & scars that burst at blossom depths & more green silver Us wrestling in the warm temple of summer beside the temple cool inside -- He took my hand. He spoke to me -- Black horse hooves galloping sun mad chariot race burning mad fiery chariot race mad girl & mad boy My feathered son flew too near to the sun. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- A MOVING a moving or movement away from a station (weigh station) Sound of lone car & low radio A waving [good-bye to relations] a way from | a waving | a motion amazement a moment amazing a waving (call radio breaks in) Uh, we have a message brak brak ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- HE FOLLOWS A WOMAN... He follows a woman into the firmament The solids, sonnets elaborate requisitions for the god-soul ah my bright jewelled town a Widow's band roping sailors & hill-folk together congeal on this flat spire to partake of mineral jets "he's sick" he should be sleeping peaceful by air, a movie of dead nights in a wound, suffer to give out your red-blue lighter's flame w/ calm precision your certainty lives in a match or a mind The huts are free evening cliff-dwellers The trees, losing their variance, die sadly w/ grandeur O soft redness & palest blue like a babie's window This is the hour you rule & invite Ventures, quests, trips to the electric valley down ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- PROMISES "Mana Man" He gets them into the dark hour By playing singing stories hypnosis wilderness the island Led out of bondage (back there) Viciously peeling fruit Disguised as "Players" command Performance See-thru village old hot forest of cars cruel ambience Leopard snake dance swift lions of doubt crouch in the window & wait for her to come ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- DO YOU HAVE do you have straight jackets for the guests yes we do ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- HORSE LATITUDES When the still sea conspires an armor And her sullen and aborted Currents breed tiny monsters, True sailing is dead. Awkward instant And the first animal is jettisoned, Legs furiously pumping Their stiff green gallop, And heads bob up Poise Delicate Pause Consent In mute nostril agony Carefully refined And sealed over ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE ORIGINAL TEMPTATION... The original temptation was to destroy. The Cliffs. The Road. The Walls. Original heroism -- to bluff the elements of fire. To call creatures into the storm. The original heroism was to fall. To ball. The All. Natural man. To participate in the creation. To screw things up. To bring Things into being. The Crossroads where the car hides. Lies. Resides. A meeting-place of Worlds. Where dreams are made. Where anything is possible. Demons lie. The car is steel & chrome. The wood-pile. Top of the pile. The heap. The graveyard. Where metal is reduced to its common mute element. To be reborn. A tale of rebirth in the wilderness. To become chaos & come back. 2 spade chicks, or a king & queen, comment from the balcony. The types of society pass on the boards. Microcosm in a thimble ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- TIMES CHANGE, DAMAGED times change, damaged cat's blood rectify in haste cactus furrows, wild thrift catalog of grace The chase bore inward raise'd wet & westward shadows To the strange trust on the south bow Augment pure shouter's drawl & light the candle Night is comin' on & we're outnumbered By the waves, each soldier bristling w/ his trowel To search & claim us Teach our burial The mind works wonders for a spell, the lantern breathes enlightens, then farewell Each shipmate oars to under- stand & eyes unoptic strains to hear: We came from over here, to over there Then old we wonder mindless to degree Most seldom furls in slumber, burns begins a century ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- PLANES ARE GROANING MOTHERS Planes are groaning mothers In our feeble insect wars. Nylon condoms stream behind her Trojan Warriors on their dreadful writhing flight. Bailed out, sucked from her metal belly, one thin wire is left to prophecy return, jump freely. Swallowing air in the brief canal. The ground leaps up like dogs to snap, the field, & rolling pain. Swamps, rice fields, danger. Gunned down, over ten of them struggling w/ the wet placenta While some land back in oceans. Skin-divers float, free-float, in the uterus. The sea is a Vagina which may be penetrated at any point. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- AH, THE RULE... Ah, the rule was war, as friendship faltered. Families quarrelled, as usual, in their chambers. The race suffered. We traveled. We left home & beauty. Ah, into these ship, again, we hastened. The creation of power is slow-wasted. Borrowed fillings. Brace for the brine. Heaven kept, hour dated. Winds fermented madness & kept parlour rife & rancind. Crews took leave of sour concubines & habits. The sea is no place for a lady. Lads larked & frolicked, pulvering waves they would seek into the deep. Ark! Ark! Cathay or Venice. Worlds beyond, & Worlds after. This story has no moral. Trust not sleep or sorrow. The fife-man croons the lull to wake & Brings strong soldiers to a windy beach ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ENSENADA India ink, ink of India There are no more rich colors Black neon, blocks away, Escapes back smooth in the desert sea. There's an appearance of sweat on Italian silk skin. Slap the rude face, & twist into the doorway. Then reappear, w/ drums & glass in jewels of laughter as one called "The Gladiator," Hair claimed by flame of fire (Insulting to be back. The dreaded, dismal day.) Jail is a pussy coil, dry as meat, dog-faced, clever. (Handsome dog & the shot gun eye.) We leap the wall, dog & I, To hang choking on fence collar chain. Mate follows leap to suffer String-throat, hollow, madness cry. (In this "hollow" we were born.) Mexican Khaki, the green womb. Distrust all lovely words like green & womb. (Obey the father. Run.) Escape back into the landscape, dry as meat, dusty, narrow. Dog licks shit Mexican girl whore sucks my prick. (Open windows on the town. Open pores on foreign air.) The car rasps quiet. Motor destroys itself on rotten fuel. The pump is ill. The hose has a steel nozzle. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- FLESH OF HER... Flesh of her rolls flesh away in waves, The waters part dry scalps beneath the hair nude-white & very rare And when she exits bed, the barge To bathe in ocean's tile & under surgeon's glare, blinking I bask on the red floor of a Red Sea Crime begins in the bed, the home, It's a low tide that talks to rocks, & leaves rust in its wake, & dry things crackling. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I FUCKED THE DREGS... I fucked the dregs of the ruins of an empire I fucked the dust and the horrible queen I fucked the chick at the gates of the Maya I fucked all your women & treated the same w/ respect for your warriors returned from the Kingdom fucked w/ the Negroes in cabs of the drivers Fucked little infants of North Indo-China Branded w/ Napalm & screaming in pain ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- PENCILLED HEAVEN pencilled heaven my regards no when to stop ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THERE'S SOMEONE AT THE DOOR There's someone at the door. A rapist rushes in. No pain. No death. It's us, over & over again. We're coming in. All right, search the place. You won't find anything. Seeing all perspectives at once. When everything freezes & kind of turns back in on itself. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- FEAST GREEN BEAST... feast green beast, spurred on by sex, seasoned in silence, w/held from slumber, silent in the deep pale night beast languid a cool a cunt a forest flower awoken now breathe utter a word of reproach for fair swifty flyers agon of night The dream car the outlaw star now he sits reclines in a terrible mansion made more monstrous by the dark stroke of slumber The car is purple foil beast dead in the night. Neon is its sign his rich home soft luxuriant car death gave grace shaken to the soil He stood in a strange centre by the meeting pt. of worlds This crossroads of desert flies the corpse of sand batteries the ignition What did happen! He screams at camera Here she lie bleeding, blue wounds just to tell us in our floppy hats it's over. The cops are rubber animals w/ surgeons cold pride, w/out their glamour. The ambulance attendants are sudden amateurs, good-natured in this foreign chore. The cliffs no longer contain faces. "I know what jail is like" & "I know about time." So we played the carnival. Car. Carne. Feast of meat. Celebration of blood. O lucky ones who enjoy the dumb show The reptile farm. The snake farm. Woman & Monkey. The sign. The sign. Search for the Tree. The place. The sink Big Dismal Goes in 2 ways. Spirit & Meat. (sex) You cannot join what can't be joined You cannot travel 2 roads (He road off in all directions) Hand Grenade ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- VERY BRAVE Very brave all the rage to tempt loneliness upon Front page gold head lines w/ Ali Khan & all the rest Onassis, Blues BB Albert Collins gin & tonic give him a high martin i get him down the prancing clown will bring the empire swooping swirling Tunneling Thundering Tumbling hell, O, down (That's as down as I can get right now, on a Mainstream, & I am pretty high, far gone) Thank god I have the Sweet warm promise of a woman there to keep me warm So this is where my fine warm poetry (pottery) has got me, led me back to Madness & the men who made me ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW... You think I don't know that! your poetry is so obsessed I like my madmen cold The abandoned Hotel flowers dirt on its walls The labyrinth of bowels Moves slowly in grim waste Children play here, wait & sway here, tiring to her swoon arched summer and languid by the bow Sits Esther, made up like a queen, port in a storm, striking fire-bells in her drawers, chalking the black street w/ wild lies ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE BLUES O how could this be done to me great dancer's Witness God, you are a satyr in disguise Thus cruelly & uselessly to Rend my life awry I'll lie here stolen, in cold wind in the road, until peace freezes over, & hallows me. Rude ghost bastard. Ah! Who comes now. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- AN AFTERNOON OF SUMMER an afternoon of summer dread I'm afraid to meet all the rest of my brothers in distress Couldn't we get in one big Movie Blow it all on one Grand Floozie & end it all YAH YEAH an autograph sends respects to her Twin everyone wants a Christ & no one will give it to him Mohammed, the enchanter Keeper of Harems Buddha, inkindergardened under his tree, w/ not a moon-glow mindless Thought for you & me (This does not mean I want or wish to be prey to people God forbid) & look at the steeple a mindless wit am I dickless, looking at the sky ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- A HOLE IN THE CLOUDS a hole in the clouds where a mind hides Pagodas -- temples in child's raw hope animal in a tunnel defined by the light around him These evil subsidies these shrouds surround ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- IF IT'S NO PROBLEM If it's no problem, why mention it. Everything spoken means that, it's opposite, & everything else. I'm alive, I'm dying. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE END OF THE RAINBOW The end of the rainbow put all my screaming phantasies into one giant Box-trap image of self-image-propagation image of elation Ungulation limit 1st tree image of Utopia a slaughter of phantoms innocent -- guilty The Human World bounded by words & dust sweet soft & velvet dust medium trust ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- HEAVEN OR HELL... Heaven or Hell the circus of your actions To Play (chance is god here) at Carnival assuage the guilt The deep fear The separate loneliness open Sinygog open sesame The Party of new connections mind made free Love cannot save you from your own fate Art cannot soothe Words cannot tame The Night ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- SCOUR THE MIND... Scour the mind w/ diamond brushes. Cleanse into Mandalas. Memory keeps us wicked & warm. The Time temple. Who'll go 1st? Cloaked figures huddled by walls. A head moves clocklike slowly. I'm coming. Wait for me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- LESSONS ON BECOMING Lessons on becoming a revolutionary an actor (prophet!) or a poet There's still good friends to assist & relieve you Mercenary whim for her or for him First become a Visionary-Scientist radiocal biochemical aviationary sky-diver Then contact your local pub- lic accountant (he'll tell you how to spread the seeds of doubt) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- MAIDS ARE BICKERING... Maids are bickering in the hall The day is warm Last night's perfume I lie alone in this cool room My mind is calm & swirling like the marble pages of an old book I'm a cold clean skeleton scarecrow on a hill in April Wind eases the arches of my boney Kingdom Wind whistles thru my mind & soul My life is an open book or a T.V. confession ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- HURRICANE & ECLIPSE I wish a storm would come & blow this shit away. Or a bomb to burn the Town & scour the sea. I wish clean death would come to me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- IF ONLY I If only I could feel The sound of the sparrows & feel child hood pulling me back again If only I could feel me pulling back again & feel embraced by reality again I would die Gladly die ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- IT HAS BEEN SAID... It has been said that on birth we are trying to find a proper womb for the growth of our Buddha nature, & that on dying we find a womb in the tomb of the earth. This is my father's greatest fear. It shouldn't be. Instead, he should be trying to find me a better tomb. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE END OF THE DREAM The end of the dream will be when it matters all things lie Buddha will forgive me Buddha will ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- AUGMENT OF RE-BIRTH -- The cycle begins anew a luring lulling sick-sad maddening haunting ego-familiar strain calls the wayward wanderer home again a music mosaic made of all image tune preceding The whistle or warm woman's cry that calls the child home from play ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THANK YOU, O LORD Thank you, O Lord For the white blind light A city rises from the sea I had a splitting headache from which the future's made. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Image] POEMS FROM DRYWATER by James Douglas Morrison ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- IN THIS DIM CAVE In this dim cave we can go no further Here money is key to smooth age. Horses, givers of guilt. Great bags of gold. I want obedience! We examine this ancient & insane theatre, obscene like luxuriant churches altars. I confess to scarvess cool floors stroked curtain The actors are twice-blessed before us. This is too serious & severe. Great mystery! Timeless passion patterned in stillness. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- SEX FOR YOU Sex for you was thread which binds us even now on this pale planet. To the poet & cover-girl, photo in color, to armies that join, out on a desert, & to Samson & all his generals bound quiet now w/ exotic arch-angels of dusk, in Sumarian & N. African slumbers. The bazaar is crowded as dancers thrive. Snake-wreaths & pleasures. I take you to a low cave called "Calipah". ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- STAND THERE LISTENING Stand there listening you will hear them tiny shapes just beyond the moon Star-flys, jarts, dismal fronds stirring ape-jaws striving to make the morning mail call Cry owl. Hark to the wood-vine. Suckle-snake crawls, gnawing restive I know you. The one who left to go warning. Wishless now & sullen. Transfer deferred. Steal me a peach from the orange tree grove-keeper She fell. What are you doing w/ your hand on her breast? She fell, mam. Give her to me. Yes, mam. Go tell the master what you've done. They killed him. Later. Going up the stairs handcuffed to his cell. A shot-gun blast Behind the back. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- UNTRAMPLED FOOTSTEPS I Untrampled footsteps Borderline dreams Occasion for sinners alive if it seems given to wander alone at the shore wanton to whisper I am no more Am as my heart beats live as I can wanton to whisper faraway sands II Now come into my pretty isle My weary westward wanderer Faraway is as it seems & so alone shall shelter Come along unto my sails as weary islands go prosper merry as I went I shall no more the sailor Shall I ho the sailor III Where were you when I needed you? Where indeed but in some sheltered Sturdy heaven; wasted, broken sadly broke & one thin thing to get us thru IV Urchin crawl broke spenders bleeders all brew North stained lot he was lost out on an aircraft high above long awkward brewer's shelters breed this ugly crew our poisoned jet god get us love & get us speed To get us home again love Crippled by people cut by nothing Public housing the incredible damage can be cured V She's my girl friend: I wouldn't tell her Name but I think you already know her Name is Square fire insect marble saffron intro demi-rag in flames it's the same game whether you call it by her real name VI She lives in the city under the sea Prisoner of pirates prisoner of dreams I want to be w/ her want her to see The things I've created sea-shells that bleed Sensitive seeds of impossible warships Dragon-fly hovers & wavers & teases The weeds & his wings are in terrible fury ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Image] POEMS FROM TAPE NOON by James Douglas Morrison ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- We must tie all these desperate impressions together MONEY... Money, the beauty of (currency pale green greesy ornate soft furrowed texture) Skin or leather ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ENTER THE SLIP Enter the slip of the warm womb tide Wet labyrinth kiss digging the wells & riding the lies all holes & poles Walk down a street A drive to the beach Drowning man's flash A town in siege ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE DESERT The Desert -- roseate metallic blue & insect green blank mirrors & pools of silver a universe in one body ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- BIBULOUS COMPOUND OF Bibulous compound of muck & mulch milk Tenebrous connections in forest & farm all-swarming disk-like elegance Say No More - That sure was a mouthful. - You said it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- YOU MUST CONFRONT you must confront your life which is sneaking up on you like a rapt coiled serpent snail-slime you must confront the inevitable eventually Bloody Bones has got you! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- HOPE IS JUST... hope is just a word when you think in Table Cloths Laughter will not end her funny feeling or assuage our strange desire Children will be born ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- WELCOME TO THE AMERICAN NIGHT Welcome to the American Night where dogs bite to find the voice the face the fate the fame to be tamed by The Night in a quiet soft luxuriant car Hitchhikers line the Great Highway ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- COCK-PIT Cock-pit I am real Take a snapshot of me He is real, shot Reality is what has been concealed from us for so long birth sex death we're alive when we laugh when we can feel the rush & spurt of blood blood is real in its redness the rainbow is real in absence of blood ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- SUDDEN ATTACK Sudden attack Stabbed & hacked but no pain no death Zone of silence Sudden powered mute strangeness & awareness most awkward to the mind alive w/ love & laughter & memory sweet of kinder times when we spoke & words had soft form by a fire ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THIS IS MY FOREST This is my forest a sea of wires. This gaggle of vision is my flame. These trees are men, the engineers. And a tribe of farmers on their Sunday off. Gods -- the directors. Cameras, greek Centaurs on the boom, sliding w/ silent Mobile grace Toward me -- a leaping clown In the great sun's eye. Grand danger there in curved thigh. The avenging finger -- lord. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- DANCING & THRASHING Dancing & thrashing the reptile summer They'll be here long before we're gone Sunning themselves on the marble porch Raging w/in against the slow heat Of an invaded Town The Kingdom is ours ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- TRANSLATIONS OF THE DIVINE Translations of the divine in all languages. The Blues, The records get you high, in armies / on swift channels. The new dreamer will sing to the mind w/ thoughts uncluthed by speech. Pirate mind stations. Las Vegas T.V. Midnite showings. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ELECTRIC STORM electric storm from the front barometer at zero forest blue-eyed dog strangled by snow Night storm flight-drive thru deserts neon capitals, Wilderness echoed & silenced by angels Angel Flight to tobacco farm the roadhouse tomorrow get ready for the Night the rumors on waking a gradual feeling of learning & remembering imagine a heaven in the night-time would one member be missing? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE FORM IS AN ANGEL... The form is an angel of soul from horse to man to boy & back again Music sex & idea are the currents of connection friendship transition conductor of soul from the fat brain of stealth to sunset Work out Welcome to the night Welcome to the deep good dark American Night a man gets time to die his amber waste sloven footsteps of swine in the camps, w/ dark black lumber crooked stars have destiny's number Lord help us ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- LEAVE THE INFORMED SENSE Leave the informed sense in our wake you be Christ on this package tour -- Money beats soul -- Last words, last words out ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Image] POEMS FROM THE VILLAGE READING by James Douglas Morrison ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- IN THAT YEAR... In that year we had a great visitation of energy. Back in those days everything was simpler & more confused. One summer night, going To the pier, I ran into 2 young girls. The blonde was called Freedom, the dark one, Enterprise. We talked, & they told me this story. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- & THE COOL FLUTTERING & the cool fluttering rotten wind & a child's hand-print on picture window & the guncocked held on the shoulder. & fire in the night waiting, in a darkened house for the cruel insane breed from town to arrive & come poking thru smoke & the fuel & ashes for milk & the evil leer on their faces barking w/ triumph Who will not stop them? The hollow tree, where we three slept & dreamed in the movement of whirling shadows & grass Tired rustle of leaves An oldman stirs the dancers w/ his old dance darkening swift shadows lean on the meat of forest to allow breathing Gently they stir Gently rise The dead are new-born awakening w/ ravaged limbs & 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 grand 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 & now I call on you to pray: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF MY COCK Lament for my cock Sore & crucified I seek to know you acquiring soulful wisdom you can open walls of mystery strip-show How to get death On the morning show T.V. death which the child absorbs death-well mystery which makes me write Slow train The death of my cock gives life Guitar player Ancient wise satyr Sing your ode to my cock caress its lament stiffen & guide us Lost cells The knowledge of cancer To speak to the heart & give the great gift words power trance This stable friend & the beasts of his zoo wild, haired chicks each color connects to create the boat which rocks the race could any hell be more horrible than now & real "I pressed her thigh & death smiled" death, old friend death & my cock are the world I can forgive my injuries in the name of wisdom luxury romance Sentence upon sentence. Words are healing. Words got me the wound & will get me well If you believe it. All join now in lament for the death of my cock a tongue of knowledge in the feathered night boys get crazy in the head & suffer I sacrifice my cock on the altar of silence ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- A WAKE A wake Shake dream from you hair My pretty child, my sweet one Choose the day, & the sign of your day, 1st thing you see. A burnt tree, like a giant primeval bird, a leaf, dry & bitter, crackling tales in its warm waves. Sidewalk gods will do for you. The forest of the neighborhood, The empty lost museum, & The mesa, & the Mt.'s pregnant Monument above the newstand where the children hide When school ends ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- CURSES & INVOCATIONS Weird bait-headed mongrels I keep expecting one of you to rise large buxom obese queens garden hogs & cunt Veterans quaint cabbage saints Shit horders & individualists drag-strip officials Tight-lipped losers & lustful fuck salesmen My militant dandies all strange order of monsters hot on the trail of the wood vine We welcome you to our Procession ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE CROSSROADS Meeting you at your parent's gate We will tell you what to do What you have to do to survive Leave the rotten towns of your father Leave the poisoned wells & bloodstained streets Enter now the sweet forest ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I WALKED THRU... I walked thru the panther's living room And our summer together ended Too soon Stronger than farther Strangled by night Rest in my sun burst Relax in her secret wilderness This is the sea of doubts which threads harps unwithered & unstrung Its the brother, not the past who turns sunlight into glass It's the valley It's me Testimony from a strange witness ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE FLOWERING The flowering of god-like people in the muted air would seem strange to an intruder of certain size but this is all we have left to guide us Now that He is gone ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE WILD WHORE LAUGHS The Wild whore laughs like an ancient spinster Crone, we see you, come again in the mind I lie like fever Dancing your nubile hush willing to be possessed untold stories dare injuns rise Trampled, like red-skins sacred fore-skin Cancer began w/ the knife's cruel blow & the damaged rod has risen again in the East like a star on fire Copyright © Doors Music Co ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- All the Poems ... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ACT I All the poems have wolves in them, all but one -- the most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug. "Who did you right that one for?" "I wrote it for you." ACT II All the poems have wolves in them, all but one -- the most beautiful one of all. I hope you go out smiling like a child into the cool remnant of a dream, the angel man finally claimed his benevolent soul. Ophelia, leaves sudden and silk chlorine dream -- mad stifled witness. "This is the strangest life I have ever known." --- James Douglas Morrison --- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stop the Car ... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- have you seen the accident outside seven people took a ride six bachelors and their bride seven people took a ride don't let me die in an automobile I want to lie in an open field want the snakes to suck my skin want the worms to be my friends want the birds to eat my eyes as here I lie the clouds fly by ensenada the dog crucifix the dead seal ghosts of the dead car's son stop the car I'm getting out I can't take it hey lookout there's somebody coming and there's nothing you can do about it ---- James Douglas Morrison ----