|
|
 |
|
|
JİM MORRİSON |
JİM MORRİSON terimi
tepedeki_ahmak
tarafından 06.09.2003 tarihinde eklendi |
JİM MORRİSON sizce ne demek,
JİM MORRİSON size neyi çağrıştırıyor? |
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
| Bay, 30 |
|
 |
|
|
 |
doors. bütün 70'li hippiler gibi uçuruma sürüklendi. insan annesine küfreder mi. o ediyor işte. (29.03.2007 22:35)
|
Bu yorum için 1-5 arası yıldız verin. |
|
(bakınız: insan, anne, esin, gibi, uçurum, doors, işte, sürü, hippi, sine)
|
|
|
|
|
| Bayan, 17 |
| Balıkesir |
 |
|
|
|
O insan değil.. Yeryüzünde yaşamış bir tanrı.. O; Kertenkelelerin Kralı..
'Ben kuyruklu bir yıldız olmak istiyorum Ray. Hani insanların birbirlerine gösterip ne kadar inanılmaz olduklarını ifade ettikleri yıldızlar gibi. Ancak sonra.. boom! Bir bakmışsın; kuyruklu yıldız ortada yok..'
(bkz: Efsane) (03.08.2006 15:13)
|
Bu yorum için 1-5 arası yıldız verin. |
|
(bakınız: insan, tanrı, yaşam, yorum, yıldız, insanlar, gibi, efsane, sonra, hani)
|
|
|
|
|
| x |
|
 |
|
|
|
efsanevi kişilik...bi dönemin idolü...yaşım daha genç olmasına rağmen, jim ve grubunu dinliyorum,seviyorum.daha ne diyebilirim ki...yeni nesilin bile dinlediği sewdiği en azından bildiği bir kişiydi jim.bazen düşünüyorum da ölmemesi gerekiyordu diyorum kendi kendime... (06.07.2006 19:58)
|
Bu yorum için 1-5 arası yıldız verin. |
|
(bakınız: bazen, yorum, efsane, ordu, sevi, kişilik, yeni, daha, bile, idol)
|
|
|
|
|
| Bay, 36 |
| Türkiye |
|
|
|
|
AN AMERICAN PRAYER
Album Poem Collection
Poems, Lyrics, Stories and Artwork by
James Douglas Morrison
Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.
WAKE UP!
You can't remember where it was
Has 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 its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains on 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.
GHOST SONG
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
'Me and my — 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 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.
Indian, Indian what did you die for?
Indian says, nothing at all.
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 to wish you well,
To glory in self like a new monster.
And now I call on you to pray.
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 an 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.
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 your 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 white rag
and smiling coolly drove away.
He's rich. Got a big car.
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.
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,
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 maneuvered two girls in to his hotel room.
One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger
Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican.
Poor boys thighs and buttocks scarred by a father's belt,
She's trying to rise.
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. (17.05.2006 08:42)
|
Bu yorum için 1-5 arası yıldız verin. |
|
(bakınız: polis, chat, usta, ring, trip, angel, seven, fear, fragile, hair)
|
|
|
|
|
| Bay, 36 |
| Türkiye |
|
|
|
|
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 house 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 dig 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
& 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
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
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
fro the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into
the severed garden
So 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 (17.05.2006 08:41)
|
Bu yorum için 1-5 arası yıldız verin. |
|
(bakınız: insan, fare, ders, ring, anket, windows, rant, manda, mandal, problem)
|
|
|
|
|
| Bay, 18 |
| İstanbul |
 |
|
|
|
Kertenkele kral jim'i tanıdığımda asi gençliğimin temsilcisi ilan etmiştim kendisini.Ancak aradan geçen yıllar bana onunda kendi rolünü oynamadığını sadece uyuşturucuların etkisiyle gördüğü halisünasyonları
bizimle paylaştığını gösterdi.Spekülasyonlara gerek yok.
NASIL YAŞARSAN ÖYLE ÖLÜRSÜN!
saygılarımla (27.04.2006 23:54)
|
Bu yorum için 1-5 arası yıldız verin. |
|
(bakınız: saygı, lara, sade, uyuşturucu, sadece, yaşar, nasıl, kral, kertenkele, bizim)
|
"JİM MORRİSON" hakkında görüş yazmak için tıklayın.
|
|
|
|
|
|
lanetherif
merlin_xn4
