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GonzoStyle	posted on 03-11-2001 @ 9:13 PM
Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70	I'm sorry i had to post this it may not be a song but it's a wonderful piece of poetry set to wonderful music by jim morrison.It's the poem which i have quoted in my sig. Just wanted to share with youse. The Severed Garden - Albinoni: Adiago From the book of poetry - "An American Prayer by Jim Morrison 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 I'm sick of 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. They are waiting to take us into the severed garden Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws --Jim Morrison (An American Prayer)
Mi1o Yambag	posted on 03-11-2001 @ 9:26 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	Had to reply to this one with another great Morrison poem. So many musicians claim to be poets, but he's one of the few who's poems are quite possibly even better then his songs. AN AMERICAN PRAYER Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom? Have you been born yet & are you alive? Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests (Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war) We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead in the sea Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by T.V. The moon is a dry blood beast Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying We live, we die & death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare Cling to life our passion'd flower Cling to cunts & cocks of despair We got our final vision by clap Columbus' groin got filled w/ green death (I touched her thigh & death smiled) We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets The barns are stormed The windows kept & only one of all the rest To dance & save us W/ the divine mockery of words Music inflames temperament (When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free a 1000 Magicians arise in the land) Where are the feasts we were promised Where is the wine The New Wine (dying on the vine) resident mockery give us an hour for magic We of the purple glove We of the starling flight & velvet hour We of arabic pleasure's breed We of sundome & the night Give us a creed To believe A night of Lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color hundred hues a rich Mandala for me & you & for your silky pillowed house a head, wisdom & 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 & unsporting brow Forget & allow Did you know freedom exists in a school book Did you know madmen are running our prison w/in a jail, w/in a gaol w/in a white free protestant Maelstrom We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something That's already found us We can invent Kingdoms of our own grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust & love we must, in beds of rust Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams & muzak, AM, rocks their dreams No black men's pride to hoist the beams while mocking angels sift what seems To be a collage of magazine dust Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust This is just jail for those who must get up in the morning & fight for such unusable standards while weeping maidens show-off penury & pout ravings for a mad staff Wow, I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain South Cruel bindings The servants have the power dog-men & their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors (& where were you in our lean hour) Milking your moustache? or grinding a flower? I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T.V. Tower. I want roses in my garden bower; dig? Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted Strangers in the mud These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed They are waiting to take us into the severed garden Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other Kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law I will not go Prefer a feast of Friends To the Giant family (II) Great screaming Christ Upsy-daisy Lazy Mary will you get up upon a Sunday morning "The movie will begin in 5 moments" The mindless Voice announced "All those unseated, will await the next show" We filed slowly, languidly into the hall. The auditorium was vast, & silent. As we seated & were darkened The Voice continued: "The program for this evening is not new. You have seen This entertainment thru & thru. You've seen your birth, your life & death; you might recall all of the rest-(did you have a good world when you died?)-enough to base a movie on? An iron chuckle rapped our minds like a fist. I'm getting out of here Where're you going? To the other side of morning Please don't chase the clouds pagodas, temples Her cunt gripped him like a warm friendly hand. "It's all right. All your friends are here." When can I meet them? "After you've eaten" I'm not hungry "O, we meant beaten" Silver stream, silvery scream, impossible concentration Here come the comedians look at them smile Watch them dance an indian mile Look at them gesture How aplomb So to gesture everyone Words dissemble Words be quick Words resemble walking sticks Plant them They will grow Watch them waver so I'll always be a word-man Better thn a birdman But I'll charge Won't get away w/out lodging a dollar Shall I say it again aloud, you get the point No food w/out fuel's gain I'll be, the irish loud unleashed my beak at peak of powers O girl, unleash your worried comb O worried mind Sin in the fallen Backwoods by the blind She smells debt on my new collar Arrogant prose Tied in a network of fast quest Hence the obsession Its quick to admit Fast borrowed rhythm Woman came between them Women of the world unite Make the world safe For a scandalous life Hee Heee Cut your throat Life is a joke Your wife's in a moat The same boat Here comes the goat Blood Blood Blood Blood They're making a joke of our universe (III) Matchbox Are you more real than me I'll burn you, & set you free Wept bitter tears Excessive courtesy I won't forget IV) A hot sick lava flowed up, Rustling & bubbling. The paper face. Mirror-mask, I love you mirror. He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs. The LT. puzzled in again "ready to talk" "No sir"- was all he'd say. Go back to the gym. Very peaceful Meditation Air base in the desert looking out venetian blinds a plane a desert flower cool cartoon The rest of the world is reckless & dangerous Look at the brothels Stag films Exploration (V) A ship leaves port mean horse of another thicket wishbone of desire decry the metal fox Smoke Weed Everyday This message was edited by Mi1o Yambag on 3-11-01 @ 9:27 PM
mrmojorisin	posted on 03-11-2001 @ 10:41 PM
Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00	The American Night the night is young and full of rest she'll pander to some strange request, anything that you suggest to please our guest Ghost Song Awake. Shake dreams for 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 And a cool jeweled moon. Couples naked race down By its 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. Indians scattered on Dawn's highway bleeding, Ghosts crowd the young child's Fragile egg-shell mind. and the beautiful Moonlight Drive Moonlight Drive Let's swim to the moon, uh huh. Let's climb through the tide. Penetrate the evening 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. Nothing 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 a 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. Moonlight drive. Come on, baby, gonna take a little ride. Goin' down by the ocean side. Gonna get real close. Get real tight. Baby gonna drown tonight. Goin' down, down, down. I have adopted ak 47 gak gak gak
NiceSignDeek	posted on 04-06-2001 @ 3:00 PM
Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 01	The greatest line is one about the wings, and our smooth shoulders... the stark contrast when Jim compares them to raven's claws is horrifying and beautiful. Adopted by DrunkBoy
NiceSignDeek	posted on 04-06-2001 @ 3:08 PM
Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 01	One of my favorite Doors' songs is from Strange Days... "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. Adopted by DrunkBoy This message was edited by NiceSignDeek on 4-6-01 @ 3:10 PM

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