My Goodbye to Jim Morrison | The Selected Works of Jim Morrison [Cloud Words Article]

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Prologue by Anne

« Money is freedom »

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« The Pony Express »

Automatic writing

never happened

« Horse Latitudes »

left school, for dumb reason

was wise

lost notebook

hypnotized or taking sodium pentothal

Been free.

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Lizard

Is everybody in ? (Repeated 3 times)

The ceremony is about to begin.

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’

Forget the world, forget the people

Wait !

There’s been a slaughter here.

(siren)

Run, run, run

Let’s run

« I am the Lizard King

I can do anything

(cries of assent)

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all labor is a lie;

I want obedience !

I confess

To the poet

Snake-wreaths & pleasures.

She fell.

They killed him.

A shot-gun blast

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Air

More of your miracles

More of your magic arms

The elaborate sun implies

Dust, knives, voices.

Call out of the Wilderness

Do you want us that way with the rest ?

Do you adore us ?

Fall down.

Boys are running.

Girls are screaming, falling.

Lizard woman

Venom

A forest.

Now for the valley

Take her home.

A pair of Wings.

Sirens

Saints

The warm aquarium, warm

Doesn’t the ground swallow me

« See Naples & die. »

& death

in the avid summer.

Savage destiny

explore the labyrinth

Sisters of the unicorn, dance

changes

Find her !

Female prophet

Music renews.

‘Salvation’

Bells

Walking to the riot

running

Mercy pack

Nailed to a ghost

Stranger, traveller,

Camel caravans bear

Terrible shouts start

in the mind

Surreptitiously

Leave her !

Cancer city

Summer sadness

Stop the car

The gods of mourning

we march toward the sea

Catalog of Horrors

« You got a cool machine »

from a tired land

island, & is gone.

will be dark

Trench mouth

to the killing.

The artists of Hell

the terrible landscape

the slaughtered wind

I am ghost killer

the death of all joy

potency

you will fry

You are alone

who made you man

Photo-booth killer

Kill hate

Kill photo mother murder tree

The beautiful monster

Menstrual fur

My son will not die in the war

consult the oracle

Mantra mate

the poison

the time-bomb free

The new man, time-soldier

this could be fun

to rule a wasteland

text of the unforgiven

but all will pass

is in love

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on Vision

the religion of possession

(Windows work two ways,

mirrors one way.)

Into our chamber.

Read love vocabulary

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Does the theatre keep out light, or keep on darkness ?

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Modern life is a journey by car.

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You cannot touch these phantoms.

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Film spectators are quiet vampires.

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to rival the real.

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She said « Your eyes are always black. »

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We all live in the city.

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The spectator is a dying animal.

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defining our world in its percussions.

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Our lives are lived for us.

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Door of passage to the other side,

The soul frees itself in stride.

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(I touched her tigh

& death smiled)

give us and hour of magic

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Artist as moral catalyst

I wish clean death would come

Writing helps you think

Crystallize a trip & memories

the moon became a woman’s face.

France is 1st,

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Your image of me

my image of you

The Studio is a dark church

The cigarette burned my fingertips

My eyes took a trip to dig the chick

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Lamerica

Black horse hooves galloping sun

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– – Time does not exist.

There is no time.

– – Time is a straight plantation

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He follows a woman into the firmament

There’s a whole realm I mustn’t tell

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Please death be the end

to disarm them smile at our failure

These days are coming to an end

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This time come in me like an astronaut

Send snakes in my orbit

« He had to »

Flowers & lights.

The Love Police

The walls screamed poetry disease & sex

They send me books

Times change, damaged

Will warm names & faces come again

Acid had tried to make a mystic out of me

Men holding hands.

Ceremonies, theatre, dances

to reassert tribal needs & memories

As the body is ravaged

the body grow stronger.

The Politics of ecstasy are real

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Well, I been down so very damn long

That it look up to me

Well she feels like dying

But she’s only 21

She’s not alone man

She’s not the only one.

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We create

the dawn

This is the end

Beautiful friend.

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Jaskiers

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