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Celebration of the lizard

Na današnji dan, prije točno trideset i šest godina umro je umjetnik, čije pjesme, ikona i ime žive još i danas. Jim Morrison «King of lizards», kako ga još zovu, umro je vjerojatno od predoziranja heroinom, no o njegovoj smrti kao i životu postoje mnoge priče, ali to su najčešće samo naklapanja.

Ljudi koji su ga upoznali doživjeli su ga na stotine načina: kao umjetnika-genijalca, luđaka, ovisnika, no jedno je sigurno, svojom poezijom, osvojio je svijet; tko ne zna barem dvije najpopularnije pjesme: Light my fire, The end, i mnogo drugih u kojima govori o drogi, spominje mjesta na koja je odlazio, razmišlja o smrti i onome što se nalazi «na drugoj strani»

Kako nisam raspoložena za copy/paste foru, ili nepotrebno duljenje o Njemu i nepotrebnim detaljima iz njegovog života, zato ću samo ostaviti sliku i jednu od meni najdražih njegovih pjesama…

R. I. P. James Douglas Morrison (8. 12. 1943. – 3. 7. 1971.)

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Angels & Sailors
Angels and sailors
rich girls
backyard fences
tents
Dreams watching each other narrowly
soft luxuriant cars
Girls in garages, stripped
out to get liquor and clothes
half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer
Jumped, humped, born to suffer
made to undress in the wilderness.
I will never treat you mean
Never start no kind of scene
I'll tell you every place and person that I've been.
Always a playground instructor, never a killer
Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over
He manouvered two girls into his hotel room
One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger
Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican
Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt
She's trying to rie
Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games
Handsome lad, dead in a car
Confusion
No connections
Come 'ere
I love you
Peace on earth
Will you die for me?
Eat me
This way
The end
I'll always be true
Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe
If you'll only show me Far Arden again.
I'm surprised you could get it up
He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt
Haven't I been through enough? she asks
Now dressed and leaving
The Spanish girl begins to bleed
She says her period
It's Catholic heaven
I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck
My chest is hard and brown
Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin
We could plan a murder
Or start a religion.


Post je objavljen 03.07.2007. u 23:22 sati.