Jim Morrison
8.12.1943, UTC 15:55, Melbourne FL USA
Jim Morrison
C.G.Jung war schließlich durch viele Erfahrungen davon überzeugt, dass uns in Gestalt der Seele ein Wesen innewohnt, das nicht an Raum und Zeit gebunden ist.
Morrisons Seele hätte demnach schon lange "gewusst", dass ihr Träger mit 27 sterben - aber irgendwie weiter "wesen" - würde ...
Wie auch immer: seine Seele zeugt in seiner Lyrik auch von den Schrecken seines Geburtsjahres. Wie denn sonst sollen die Toten des Jahres 1943 Raum und Stimme bekommen, wenn nicht in den Texten der kindlichen Zeugen ihrer Opfergänge.
Aus der letzten Veröffentlichung 7 Jahre nach Jims Tod:
Lament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Aquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Stripshow
How to aquire death in the morning show
TV death which the child absorbs
Deathwell mystery which makes me write
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life
Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
Taught us god in the child's praye in the night
Guitar player
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode to my cock
Caress it's lament
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen
Lost cells
The knowledge of cancer
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift
Words Power Trance
this stable friend and the beast of his zoo
Wild haired chicks
Women flowering in their summit
Monsters of skin
Each color connects
to create the boat
which rocks the race
Could any hell be more horrible
than now
and real?
I pressed her thigh and death smiled
death, old friend
death and my cock are the world
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom Luxury Romance
Sentence upon sentence
Words are the healing lament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire
Words got me the wound and will get me well
I you believe it
All join now and lament the death of my cock
A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence
[ These are Lament Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]
Morrisons Seele hätte demnach schon lange "gewusst", dass ihr Träger mit 27 sterben - aber irgendwie weiter "wesen" - würde ...
Wie auch immer: seine Seele zeugt in seiner Lyrik auch von den Schrecken seines Geburtsjahres. Wie denn sonst sollen die Toten des Jahres 1943 Raum und Stimme bekommen, wenn nicht in den Texten der kindlichen Zeugen ihrer Opfergänge.
Aus der letzten Veröffentlichung 7 Jahre nach Jims Tod:
Lament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Aquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Stripshow
How to aquire death in the morning show
TV death which the child absorbs
Deathwell mystery which makes me write
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life
Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
Taught us god in the child's praye in the night
Guitar player
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode to my cock
Caress it's lament
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen
Lost cells
The knowledge of cancer
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift
Words Power Trance
this stable friend and the beast of his zoo
Wild haired chicks
Women flowering in their summit
Monsters of skin
Each color connects
to create the boat
which rocks the race
Could any hell be more horrible
than now
and real?
I pressed her thigh and death smiled
death, old friend
death and my cock are the world
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom Luxury Romance
Sentence upon sentence
Words are the healing lament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire
Words got me the wound and will get me well
I you believe it
All join now and lament the death of my cock
A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence
[ These are Lament Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]
Und da wir grade dabei sind - eine große Sangesschwester, 7 Jahre jünger, noch immer kreativ und lebendig - folgt Jim mit ihrem heutigen Geburtstag am 9. Dezember: die ergreifende Joan Armatrading
9.12.1950, Basseterre, St. Kitts, Joan Armatrading
Willow
I may not be your best
But you know good ones
Don't come by the score
If you've got something missing
I'll help you look
You can be sure
And if you want to be alone
Or someone to share a laugh
Whatever you want to do
All you got to do is ask
Thunder
Don't go under the sheets
Lightning
Under a tree
In the rain and snow
I'll be your fireside
Come running to me
When things get out of hand
Running to me
When it's more than you can stand
I said I'm strong
Straight
Willing
To be a shelter
In a storm
Your willow
Oh willow
When the sun is out
A fight with your best girl
Prettiest thing you ever saw
You know I'll listen
Try to get a message to her
And if it's money you want
Or trouble halved
Whatever you want me to do
All you got to do is ask
I said I'm strong
Straight
Willing
To be a shelter
In a storm
Your willow
Oh willow
When the sun is out
But you know good ones
Don't come by the score
If you've got something missing
I'll help you look
You can be sure
And if you want to be alone
Or someone to share a laugh
Whatever you want to do
All you got to do is ask
Thunder
Don't go under the sheets
Lightning
Under a tree
In the rain and snow
I'll be your fireside
Come running to me
When things get out of hand
Running to me
When it's more than you can stand
I said I'm strong
Straight
Willing
To be a shelter
In a storm
Your willow
Oh willow
When the sun is out
A fight with your best girl
Prettiest thing you ever saw
You know I'll listen
Try to get a message to her
And if it's money you want
Or trouble halved
Whatever you want me to do
All you got to do is ask
I said I'm strong
Straight
Willing
To be a shelter
In a storm
Your willow
Oh willow
When the sun is out
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