click me two times

r.i.p.

Jim

rest



in peace, indeed <3


Cannot help but think that after 35 years of Jim's death, the media still live on denial,
despite on the accounts of that night's incident...
The anniversary articles are naive the least.. they're pretty much a condenced version
of Oliver Stone's movie



p.s. on a side note: the clip featured, is not from the L/D/T box, but it's the bonus track from
the Ghost Song sigle-disc. The complete interview is on the BMA interviews, vol.2

You hit the nail right on the head.


r.i.p. James Douglas Morrison :jim:

a big thought for JDM today...
there's no more to say

There will never be
Another one like you
There will never be
Another one who can
Do the things you do, oh
Will you give another chance?
Will you try, little try?



... in peace

jimbo, jimbo what did u die for?

jimbo says nothing at all

peace
<3

Jim, you are forever missed.

Did you have a good world when you died?
Enough to base a movie on.? yes, you did.

Forever young.

R.I.P. Jim----

Jim Morrison was a genius in Many ways and Ray and Robbie and John did a great job during the short lifespan that Jim had on this earth.

I did several Doors cover tunes as a tribute to Jim, Ray, Robbie and John.

Jim, You are missed and still are missed very much, we remember the good times and the bad times but Rock and Roll music will never be the same as a result of your genius and impact that you made on it forever.

Here's the links;

http://mattmatteroministries.org/Matts_Music_Files

http://mattmatteroministries.org/Matts_Mus...use%20Blues.mp3

I have been told by many people that I sound alot like Jim...

Judge for yourself!

Keep Rockin!

LoveMe2Times

James Douglas Morrison, he was the Lizzard King
and he did everything.
Jim you dominate our thoughts today, thankyou for your gifts to us all

willie dixon

PARIS JOURNAL

So much forgetten already
So much forgotten
So much to forget

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 w/ 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
w/ 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
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.

Great choice, kostis.

vanila is not bad, either

Rest well Jim

jim was cool.

If anyone wishes to leave some words of tribute etc to Jim go to www.findagrave.com --you can leave virtual flowers, candles etc and write whatever you'd like on his site. -Peggy--

cheers, Pegg

cheers,Kostis:)

lets go get some tacos .... and some old crow

Rest In Peace Jim Morrison

My heart is forever with you and your music.


Remember people, what he said, "Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders, smooth as raven's claws."

Jim had a short life on this earth. But one of his main purposes, maybe even the main reason for him being here was so that he could share his art and his wisdom with us. His words, insighting. The doors of perception. Love ya Jim, I always will.xxx

WAKE UP! the ceremony is about to begin. Americans will soon have their country back. rip jim.

It's not 3

it's 4

Jim morrison is me.


you are all dumb