Morrison caffe

At midnight I was walking home
Nobody but me on the road
Just the moon and the wind in the corn
Moonlight was laughing, howling down on
And the cornfield whispered to me
set your spirit free
 
Thoughts were coming like a river
I was shaking as in fever
What if there is nothing more
If nothing is what life can give us
And the cornfield whispered
set your spirit free
 
So my spirit wondered away
With the wind...
Leaving an empty shell ( of me)
With the wind...
Through dimensions to the future
And back to the past
With the wind...

svježa proljetna noć
samo par zvijezda na nebu
uštap je ovdje,a i ja
mali pauk plete mrežu
a šuma opskurno šušti
 
mislim o tebi
zapravo, želim te
da ne ostanem sam
poput dima koji putuje
u sušti beskraj

ja sam pripit

ljudi, niko ne shvaća.....
....nisu to slova i ono nekaj između redaka....
.....i ne treba pjesmu analizirat po nekoj povjesnoj epohi u kojoj je napravljena, niti po autorovoj biografiji, ma ne ljudi.............samo je morrison točno reko: poezija je ono preko čega iz jedne dimenzije prelaziš u drugu. i nije se prevario. a što se tiče dimenzije samog života- to je laž, nestvarni nedočarani sustav kojeg ili slijediš i pokoravaš se ili te on pregazi. život nije život, to je samo jako loš način objašnjavanja novonastalih situacija, jer ljudski um je suviše proziran i plitak da pokaže stvari onakvima kakve jesu. sjetite se huxleya i njegovih vrata percepcije- ako prođeš kroz vrata percepcije uvidjet ćeš istinu onakvom kakva je. ljudski um nam ne može predočiti nešto beskonačno, nešto što je s druge strane. zapravo može, ali samo ako ga malo "nabrijemo" meskalinom.
evo vam ga. ljudi, najinteligentnija stvorenja na svijetu. moš mislit. osim toga, ljudi se međusobno ubijaju radi u pravoj stvarnosti nebitnih stvarčica. ne znam. jewbeš to. ..........ljudski sustav- savršenstvo permanentno konstantih laži. rađe živim 10 godina ko vuk nego 100 godina ko zec. ...............................................................................................
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Teku dani, teku noći,
Sve u jednom transu,
Kad će život doći,
Dal ću dobit šansu?
Dugim pogledom praznim
Jednu bocu gledam
Htio bi da je razbim
Ali sam suviše žedan
Ja sam lažni junak
Jesam, ali nisam;
Jedan klaun, čudak
Šalom bogova narisan

djevojka postaje žena kad duboko u sebi spozna razlog za to..........

I am the Lizard Slob! I can do anything! I am the Wing King! I can eat anything! .. drooling helplessly in my old leather pants. I'm breaking on through ...the backside! odds are 5 to 1 ..I was the one that farted. I'm the back door man! Rock stars are the best! Jimmy, Janis, and me! We all smell pretty good! The 60's were cool, man!
I'm Jim Morrison. No shit!! Hello, I love me! The sheriff whispered "Peace Frog" to the L.A. woman in my head. I loved her madly.. I thought I shot the sheriff but it turned out to be my pillow. I guess I was stoned.
I remembered I was still alive in 1987. I bought an inflatable hippie love doll with a happy stoned look on her face, love beads, long straight hair, and an easy to clean twat. She yelled "touch me!" at my crawling king snake. .. flashbacks lit my fire! Bing. Boing. Bong hit. BONE! Oh, Lordy! Tell all the People! I was the wishful, sinful, wild child, unknown stoner riding through the storm FUCKING WINO! Yeah! THAT'S ME! The Lizard Slob! C'mon, why don't you all come up on the stage and love me? the 60's were cool, man!
Chewing brown acid, buying lids of pot, Smoking banana peels.. People are strange. Party against the war! Tim Leary said it well Turn on, turn around, pass out.. I confess before the soft parade.. Am I still in art school?
The ceremony will begin I admit, I am the Wing King! .. the Lizard Slob! .. ..the dead hippie! The 60's were cool, man! Death tongue slithers up my sweaty crack As I try to concentrate. Woos of awe from those cute hippie girls.. ..drives my brain to uh.. hmm.. lost my train of thought there ..DRUGS! I'm a rock star! Look at my dick! Where are the drugs? The 60's were cool, man!

not to touch the earth
not to see the sun
nothing left to do
but run, run, run, lets run
lets run...

Killer on the road...

I wanna lie in an open field
Want the snakes to suck my skin
Want the worms to be my friends
Want the birds to eat my eyes
As here I lie
The clouds fly by
LONG LIVE JIM MORRISON

Hodam po cesti, mrkla noć
Nigdje niti žive duše
Malo izgubljen, no znam da ću doć
Tišina, samo povjetarac puše
Dal put je kratak, ili dug
To reći još ne mogu vam
Možda zdrav ili krnji zub
Ali znam, doći ću, to znam
Sve svoje grijehe sada štujem
Živim samo za sebe
Sve ti po spisku psujem
Uostalom... ko te je*e
Ti si samo život, jadan, bijedan
Ono si što nije trajno
Mene ti nisi vrijedan
Riješit ću te se..........bajno...

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