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Culture Documents
by
Jim Morrison
American Night
I don't know
(Roadhouse Blues)
Sagittarius
Alright!
Hour For Magic Freedom Exists
to the kingdom
of the ages
of the forest
& dying
We live, we die
Nightmare
Cling to life
of despair
by clap
of the streets
of words
we are promised
resident mockery
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
hundred hues
a rich mandala
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
& a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
We used to believe
We still receive
In little ways
in school books
Did you know madmen are
maelstrom
south
Cruel bindings
The sevants have the power
our sailors
brought to bed
smooth as raven's
claws
I will not go
backyard fences
tents
I'll tell you every place and person that I've been.
Confusion
No connections
Come 'ere
I love you
Peace on earth
Eat me
This way
The end
Or start a religion.
Awake
Come with us
The dust
the shoes
I show you.
Curses Invocations
Curses, Invocations
My militant dandies
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Down's Highway
So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time
I tasted fear. I musta' been about four - like a child is like a flower, his head is just floating in the
breeze, man.
Resident mockery
To beleive
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
Hundred huies
A rich mandala
Pillowed house
A head, wisdom
And a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
We used to believe
We still recieve
In little ways
Lament
Doors
An American Prayer
Lament
Stripshow
Guitar player
Lost cells
Monsters of skin
and real?
I you believe it
The shoes
I show you.
Newborn Awakening
Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?
Roadhouse Blues
Yeah, a keep your eyes on the road your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're goin' to the roadhouse we're gonna have a real, a good time
Do it, Robbie, do it
Right now
Stoned Immaculate
I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger
Immaculate.
Awake.
Come with us
Indians scattered,
The Hitchhiker
The Hitchhiker
Hi. How you doin'? I just got back into town L.A.
Right...
No...
Just, ah...
Yeah
The Movie
To Come Of Age
The Base
A Feast Of Friends
South
Cruel bindings.
Our sailors
Brought to bed
Smooth as raven's
Claws
I will not go