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Jim Morrison & The Doors
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Публикувано | 20.04.00 18:53 |
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Mi s Dzvera tuka reshihme da si pripomnime vsichki qki parcheta, t.e. textove na The Doors i poezia na Jim Morrison. Koito iska da se vkluchva:)))
Are pochvame:)
AN AMERICAN PRAYER
by James Douglas Morrison
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 borne 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
Guerilla 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 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 get you 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 the morning
Please don't chase the clouds
pagodas, temples
Her cunt gripped him
like a warm friendly
hand.
"It's all right.
All your friends are here."
When can I meet them?
"After you've eaten"
I'm not hungry
"O, we meant beaten"
Silver stream, silvery scream,
impossible concentration
Here come the comedians
look at them smile
Watch them dance
an indian mile
Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks
Plant them
They will grow
Watch them waver so
I'll always be
a word-man
Better than a birdman
But I'll charge
Won't get away
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
Fats 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
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Are produljavame s break on trough.. i oshte
[re: Aurora]
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Автор |
Dzver1 () |
Публикувано | 20.04.00 18:58 |
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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
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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
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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
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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
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SPANISH CARAVAN
Carry me
Caravan
Take me away
Take me to Portugal
Take me to Spain
Andalusia
With fields of grain
I have to see you
Again and again
Take me
Spanish caravan
Yes
I know you can
Tradewinds 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
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TOUCH ME
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon now
Touch me, babe
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 she 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
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon now
Touch me, babe
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 she 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
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Ей, дзверко...нали ме питаше...е, тая песен направо ме влудява...Не е само тази, но ... така ми действа, че откачам направо:))
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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 a little try?
Please stop and you`ll remember
We were together.
Anyway.
All right!
And, if you have a certain evening
You could lend to me,
I`ll give it all right back to you
Know how it has to be, with you.
I know your moods.
And your mind.
And your mind.
And your mind.
And your mind.
And you`re mine.
Will you stop and think and wonder
Just what you`ll see
Out on the train-yard
Nursing penitentiary.
It`s gone
I cry
Out long
Did you stop to consider
How it will feel,
cold grindin` grizzly bear jaws
Hot on your heels
Do you often stop and whisper
in saturday`s shore
The whole world`s a saviour
Who could ever, ever, ever, ever, ever
ask for more?
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phhhh tova mi e liubimata pesen.....
chudno kak prez puverteta edna pesen e dostatuchna za da promeni jivot , mislene , povedenie. Vypreki che sega rqdko slusham the Doors, vse pak people are strange si ostava kato spomenut za bebeshkite ti peleni- zapal si gi , gadno tie bilo , no kato se setish za tqh i ti stava ako ne srugo to pone drago:)).
Taka i s people are strange - onazi leka depresia, nostalgiq , tishina.
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