There is something about The Doors and Jim Morrisson that draws me in and holds me. There's something about the music, the legend, the facts of the band that tells me there is something there more than what's on the surface.
Those who haven't read about him, make think that Jim Morrisson was a sex-crazed, drunken fool. The truth is that he was extremely intelligent, someone who routinely pushed the limits, a poet.
One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him
Sweat oozed from its shining skin
Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin
Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back in my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called "Go Insane"
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes, forget your name
forget the world, forget the people
and we'll erect a different steeple.
This little game is fun to do.
Just close your eyes, no way to lose
And I'm right here, I'm going too
Release control, we're breaking through
-The Celebration of the Lizard, James Douglas Morrisson
I don't know what it is about him and them, but there is a magnetism.
My favorites are Moonlight Drive, Love Street, When the Music's Over, Spanish Carrivan, Roadhouse Blues, and my absolute favorite is The End.
I don't know. It seems that even though I don't stay in my The Doors phases, I always come back to them, and they linger more than other ones do.
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