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Strange Days – Jim Morrison

November 16, 2008

Strange Days

The Doors


Strange days have found us.
Strange days have tracked us down.
They’re going to destroy
our casual joys.
We shall go on playing
or find a new town.

Strange eyes fill strange rooms.
Voices will signal their tired end.
The hostess is grinning.
Her guests sleep from sinning.
Hear me talk of sin
and you know this is it.

Strange days have found us
and through their strange hours
we linger alone.
Bodies confused.
Memories misused.
As we run from the day
to a strange night of stone.

Jim Morrison – Visionary Poet

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A Dialogue on the Relationship Between The Artist and Their Audience

January 5, 2008

JIM
(wry)
Oh and what is my goal Paul? Death?

PAUL
“Death old friend”.

JIM
(laughing)
Wrong. I just want the pure beauty
of absolute zero and sing the blues
man — do nuthin, go nowhere, just
be.

TOM
With that waistline Jimbo you got no
choice.

JIM
(laughs, goodnatured)
What’s wrong with being a large
mammal, a big beast like a tank. I
feel great!

DOG
Yeah. What’s wrong with being fat.

TOM
You mean “Crawling King Flab”? Rock
is cock babe and your rock is dyin’.

JIM
Rock is death! There is no longer
belief. Hey, I’ll write poetry and
direct movies.

TOM
And what are you offering? Sex? You
can’t get it up. Salvation? You can’t
even save yourself. Come on Jim,
you’re not gonna be remembered.

JIM
Miss?…

STEWARDESS
What do you need?

JIM
Some love.

MIKE
They’ll still be talking about Jim
when you’re a walk on Baker. I’ll
make you a deal. When you do
something, I’ll criticize it.

JIM
The first two novels come along they
love you, next few they slam but if
you stay around long enough, one day
they say, “hey he’s part of the
national psyche”.

TOM
(a cruel sarcasm Jim
seems to enjoy)

…if you live long enough, don’t
kid yourself Jimbo — you’re all
alone out there, Jimbo, cept for me,
cause you’re too wacked out man,
they’re scared, you’re too fuckin
crazy.

JIM
(feigning innocence)
I wasn’t mad, Tom. I was only
interested in freedom.

TOM
(the devil)
Bullshit! You’re bored, you’re not
free. You tested all the limits,
fame, fucking, money, — whatcha
gonna do now Jimbo! When the music’s
over, when you’re too fat and ugly
to get on a stage, whatcha gonna do
for act three — puke on Heaven’s
door?

JIM
Listen you two bit fuckin actor, you
underestimate the audience. You think
they all want a better job, a house,
two cars, money, that’s what you
think but you know what they really
want, Tom, in their lives, what they
really want —

TOM
Tell me.

JIM
(a whisper)
…something sacred, that’s what
they want, something sacred.