Jim Morrison Quotes
The best songs just come unasked for. You don't have to think about them. Summer is a good time for songs.
Morning found us unaware, noon burn gold into our hair, at night we swim the laughin sea, where will we be?
O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.
I offer images-I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached-like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors-we can't drag people through.
Los Angeles is a city looking for a ritual to join its fragments, and The Doors are looking for such a ritual also. A kind of electric wedding. We hide ourselves in the music to reveal ourselves.
You know the day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Tried to run, Tried to hide, Break on through to the other side...
In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can't walk thru a city street w/out eying each single pedestrian. I feel thier vibe thru my skin, the hair on my neck --- it rises.
Between childhood, boyhood, adolescence & manhood (maturity) there should be sharp lines drawn w/ Tests , deaths, feats, rites stories, songs, & judgements.
...most of the press were vultures descending on the scene for curious America aplomb. Cameras inside the coffin interviewing worms.
I can kind of envision one person with a lot of machines, tapes, and electronic set-ups...singi ng or speaking and using machines.
She needed Cholly's sins desperately. The lower he sank, the wilder and more irresponsible he became, the more splendid she and her task became. In the name of Jesus.
Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.
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.
A hero is someone who rebels, or seems to rebel, against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them, but obviously that can work at moments.
Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion.
the human race was dying out Noone left to scream n shout People living on the moon Smog will get you pretty soon Ship of Fools
The subject says: I see first many things which dance... then everything gradually becomes connected.
Adolescence and early youth...the fires are burning fastest, right? And your energy level is highest. It demands...and rock is screaming type music.
I am troubled, immeasurablyby your eyes. I am struck by the featherof your soft reply.The sound of glassspeaks quick, disdainand concealswhat your eyes fightto explain.
I'll never wake up in a good mood again.I'm tired of these stinky boots
There are things known and there are things unknownand in between are the doors.
Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.
Through art they confuse us and blind us to our enslavement. Art adorns our prison walls, keeps us silent and diverted and indifferent.
I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.
We are content with the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.
It is wrong to assume that art needs the spectator in order to be. The film runs on without any eyes. The spectator cannot exist without it. It insures his existence.
The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun…
She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.
I'm gonna love you Till the heavens Stop the rain.I'm gonna Love you Till the stars Fall from the sky For you and I
Do you know we are being led toSlaughters by placid admirals& that fat slow generals are gettingObscene on young bloodDo you know we are ruled by t.v.
