What was Jim Morrison trying to say with his poetry? It seems so abstract
>>25280319Say?
>>25280319It's about his love for fried chicken mostly
>>25280694bottom tier /mu/tant take
He's trying to say that he's not only on drugs, he's on ALL of them.
dont care who this is but its le sex and le drugs
He had nothing interesting to say. Just a hedonist retard playing around with words.
>>25280319He has to be the one of the most over rated musician out there, right? Everybody namedrops him but no one listens to any of the shit he put out. Plus he has no cultural pull outside america
>>25280319"have sex" basically
>>25281002that one scene in apocalypse now goes p hard thohttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIrvSJwwJUE
>>25280319>I WANNA SEE YOUR FACE>PAINTED BLACK>BLACK AS NIGHT>BLACK AS COALWell, if you insist.
>>25281184>/lit/ in charge of knowing boomer rock frontmen
>>25281002https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=woOeTjqqBIk
>>25280319Per Joan Didion:>missionary of apocalyptic sex>love is sex and sex is death and therein lay salvationContrast this with the hippie movement and the Beatles saying shit like "all you need is love". She also writes about Morrison being no where to be found only to eventually wander in and randomly hold a lit match to the crotch of his leather pants. The man simply had too much aura to remain living.
>>25280319Post some of his poems.
The Celebration Of The LizardLions in the street & roamingDogs in heat, rabid, foamingA beast caged in the heart of a cityThe body of his motherRotting in the summer ground.He fled the town.He went down SouthAnd crossed the borderLeft the chaos & disorderBack thereOver his shoulder.One morning he awoke in a green hotelW/a strange creature groaning beside him.Sweat oozed from its shiny skin.Is everybody in? (3)The ceremony is about to begin.Wake up!You can't remember where it was.Had this dream stopped?The snake was pale gold glazed & shrunken.We were afraid to touch it.The sheets were hot dead prisons.And she was beside me, old,She's, no; young.Her dark red hair.The white soft skin.Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,Look!She's coming in here.I can't live thru each slow centuryof her moving.I let my cheek slide downThe cool smooth tileFeel the good cold stinging blood.The smooth hissing snakesof rain…~~~Once I had a little gameI liked to crawl back in my brainI think you know the game I meanI mean the game called "Go Insane"Now you should try this little gameJust close your eyes forget your nameforget the world, forget the peopleand we'll erect a different steeple.This little game is fun to do.Just close your eyes, no way to loseAnd I'm right here, I'm going tooRelease control, we're breaking through~~~Way back deep into the brainWay back past the realm of painBack where there's never any rainAnd the rain falls gently on the townAnd over the heads of all of usAnd in the labyrinth of streams beneathQuiet unearthly presence ofNervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills aroundReptiles aboundingFossils, caves, cool air heightsEach house repeats a moldWindows rolledA beast car locked in against morningAll now sleepingRugs silent, mirrors vacantDust blind under the beds of lawful couplesWound in sheetsAnd daughters, smug with semenEyes in their nipplesWait! There's been a slaughter hereDon't stop to speak or look aroundYour gloves and fan are on the groundWe're getting out of townWe're going on the runAnd you're the one I want to come!~~~/1
>>25281408Not to touch the earth, not to see the sunNothing left to do but run, run, runLet's run, let's runHouse upon the hill, moon is lying stillShadows of the trees witnessing the wild breezeCome on, baby, run with meLet's runRun with me, run with me, run with meLet's runThe mansion is warm at the top of the hillRich are the rooms and the comforts thereRed are the arms of luxuriant chairsAnd you won't know a thing till you get insideDead president's corpse in the driver's carThe engine runs on glue and tarCome on along, not going very farTo the east to meet the CzarRun with me, run with me, run with meLet's runSome outlaws live by the side of a lakeThe minister's daughter's in love with the snakeWho lives in a well by the side of the roadWake up, girl! We're almost homeSun, sun, sunBurn, burn, burnMoon, moon, moonI will get you soon…soon…soon!I am the Lizard KingI can do anything~~~We came down the rivers and highwaysWe came down from forests and fallsWe came down from Carson and SpringfieldWe came down from Phoenix enthralledAnd I can tell you the names of the kingdomI can tell you the things that you knowListening for a fistful of silenceClimbing valleys into the shade~~~For seven years I dwelt in the loose palace of exilePlaying strange games with the girls of the islandNow I have come again to the land of the fairAnd the strong and the wiseBrothers and sisters of the pale forestChildren of nightWho among you will run with the hunt?Now night arrives with her purple legionRetire now to your tents and to your dreamsTomorrow we enter the town of my birthI want to be ready/end
>>25281388>>25281408>>25281413Hey OP
>>25281418Thank you!>>25281413>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 readyPam Courson whispered these verses at Jim's funeral. She killed herself 3 years larer, out of guilt that Jim OD'd trying her heroin stash.
All the dumbass stoner skater kids I went to school with just absolutely fucking ADORED Jim Morrison.
>>25280319>What was Jim Morrison trying to say with his poetry? This: >>25282138
>>25281418Not OP. I always thought The Doors were lame but had a sight correction recently.
I'm shitting on the tits of Christ
