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The Doors
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Paris Journal
Once the idea of purity born, all was lost irrevocably
The Black Musician in a house up the hill
Nigger in the woodpile Skeleton in the closet
Sorry. Didn't mean you.
An old man, someone's daughter
Arises & sees us still in the room of off-key piano & bad paintings
him off to work &new wife arriving
(The candle-forests of Notre-Dame)
beggar nuns moving smiles, small velvet sacks & cataleptic eyes
straying to the gaudy Mosaic calendar Windows
I write like this to seize you
give me your love, your tire eyes, sad for delivery
A small & undiscover'd park -- we ramble
And the posters scream safe revolt
& the tired walls barely fall, graffiti into dry cement sand
an overfed vacuum dust-clock
I remember freeways
Summer, beside you Ocean -- brother
Storms passing
electric fires in the night
'rain, night, misery -- the back-ends of wagons'
Shake it! Wanda, fat stranded swamp Woman
We still need you
Shake your roly-poly Thighs inside that Southern tent
So what.
It was really wild She started nude & put on her clothes.
An old & cheap hotel bums in the lobby genteel bums of satisfied poverty
Across the street, a famous pool-hall where the actors meet
former ace -- home of beat musicians beat poets & beat wanderers
in the Zen tradition from China to the Subway in 4 easy lifetimes
Weeping, he left his pad on orders from police & furnishings hauled away, all records & momentos, & reporters calculating tears & curses for the press:
'I hope the Chinese junkies get you'
& they will for the poppy rules the world
That handsome gentle flower
Sweet Billy!
Do you remember the snake your lover
tender in the tumbled brush-weed sand & cactus
I do.
And I remember Stars in the shotgun night
eating pussy til the mind runs clean
Is it rolling, God
in the Persian Night?
'There's a palace in the canyon where you & I were born
Now I'm a lonely Man Let me back into 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 the Garden
Blue Shadows of the Canyon I met you & now you're gone
& now my dream is gone Let me back into your Garden
A man searching for lost Paradise Can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world
Where friends do lie & drift Insanely in Their own private gardens'
The cunt bloomed & the paper walls Trembled
A monster arrived in the mirror To mock the room & its fool alone
Give me songs to sing & emerald dreams to dream
& I'll give you love unfolding
Sun
underwater, it was immediately strange & familiar
the black boy's from the boat, fins & mask,
Nostrils bled liquid crystal blood as they rose to surface
Rose & moved strong in their wet world
Below was a Kingdom Empire of still sand & yes, party-colored fishes -- they are the last to leave
The gay sea
I eat you avoiding your wordy bones
& spit out pearls
The little girl gave little cries of surprise as the club struck her sides
I was there By the fire in the Phonebooth
I saw them charge & heard the indian war-scream
felt the adrenalin of flight-fear
the exhilaration of terror sloshed drunk in the flashy battle blood
Naked we come & bruised we go nude pastry for the slow soft worms below
This is my poem for you Great flowing funky flower'd beast
Great perfumed wreck of hell
Great good disease & summer plague
Great god-damned shit-ass Mother-fucking freak
You lie, you cheat, you steal, you kill
you drink the Southern Madness swill of greed
you die utterly & alone
Mud up to your braces Someone new in your knickers
& who would that be?
You know
You know more than you let on
Much more than you betray
Great slimy angel-whore you've been good to me
You really have
been swell to me
Tell them you came & saw & look'd into my eyes & saw the shadow of the guard receding Thoughts in time & out of season The Hitchhiker stood by the side of the road & levelled his thumb in the calm calculus of reason.
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