The Doors and Jim Morrison's Rarities

I've found some amazing  rare stuff about Doors and Jim w/ the help of some friends on Facebook (thanks to Monalyza and Beatriz), so I've to share with you:

Encontrei algumas raridades incríveis relacionadas a Doors e Jim com a ajuda de alguns amigos do Facebook (Agradeço a Monalyza e Beatriz). Então, vou postá-las aqui:

Love Me Tender (Elvis Presley) - cover by Jim Morrison



Jimi Hendrix (feat Jim Morrison) - Bleeding Heart (Live)
Go insane (Demo) - The Doors




The Doors' First Presentation on TV

Jim Morrison's Last Perfomance - 1971


Jim Morrison - Woman in the Window

Hyacinth House - o canto do cisne

 O canto do cisne

Vou escrever em Português por que é minha língua mãe e a amo bastante, embora eu realmente adore o Inglês com toda minha alma (e preciso amar mesmo, já que vou trabalhar com isso). Mas a idéia de fazer essa análise dessa música surgiu tão subitamente - agora, para ser exata - que eu não quero perdê-la - e escrever em inglês me requer certa elaboração em termos de pensamento.

Bom, acabei de ouvir o L.A. Woman completo pela primeira vez. Eu nunca tinha ouvido tudo, apenas o single. Na verdade, isso é o fruto de um bloqueio com o álbum derivado da idéia de que o álbum seria um prelúdio da morte do Jim. Isso me entristecia muito.

Mas é claro que Doors é Doors e o álbum é simplesmente uma pérola preciosa. É uma obra-prima! É genial, sexual, sensual, metafórico/alegórico e intimista. Amei todas as músicas.

É engraçado como a mudança na voz de Jim - causada provavelmente por drogas, álcool e a própria idade - não me desagradou. Ao contrário, me encantou. Jim está com uma voz masculina e madura, a voz perfeita para um cantor de blues.

Aliás, é a batida do blues que predomina no álbum, unanimamente. É encantador, deu uma certa liberdade aos vocais do Jim, embora tenha uniformizado os meninos (Robby, Ray e John), por permanecer no mesmo ritmo.

Entre todas as faixas, Hyacinth House me encantou. Com meu entendimento de inglês - que gosto de acreditar é algo medianamente bom - eu logo percebi o caráter confessional e triste da canção. É uma música de letra relativamente simples, mas extremamente bela. Você sente que é algo tirado da alma.

O começo - com a voz melódica, mas infinitamente triste de Jim - é assim:

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House?

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House?

To please the lions in this day

 

 

Essas linhas são muito metafóricas. Soa como se o eu-lírico (Morrison) estivesse deslocado, isolado de algo (What are they doing in the Hyacinth House?). A casa de Hyacinth seria o lugar onde a vida pulsa, onde ela se concentra, mas mais do que isso é um lugar que exige sacríficios para que se possa viver nele (To please the lions in this day).

 

 

I need a brand new friend who doesn't bother me

I need a brand new friend who doesn't trouble me

I need someone and who doesn't need me

 

 

 

Eu não sei se foi o Jim quem compôs essa música, mas sinto que sim. Posso estar errada. Mas esses versos soam claramente como dois pontos na vida dele; o desentendimento com a banda (I need a brand new friend who doesn't bother me) já que desde o The Soft Parade (1969) os integrantes tinham divergência. O segundo ponto parece falar sobre as companhias que eram viciadas em drogas e que tinham alguma influência no uso de Jim  - Pamela Courson, dentre essas pessoas - "I need a brand new friend who doesn't trouble me".

 

 

 

I see the bathroom is clear

I think that somebody's near

I'm sure that someone is following me, oh yeah

 

 

 

Aqui parece que o eu-lírico adentrou a casa de Hyacinth, escondido, parando para observar os detalhes efemêros que constituem qualquer morada (I see the bathroom is clear/I think that somebody's near). O verso "I'm sure that someone is following me" é ambiguo - para mim, pelo menos.  Pode indicar que alguém o está seguindo dentro da casa, mas parece ter um sentido mais profundo. O ano de 1971 foi o ano de morte de Jim. Como um dos poemas dele - Bird of Prey - me fez suspeitar que o Jim suspeitou da chegada da própria morte. Na verdade, o Jim tinha um certo fatalismo inerente a essas almas intensas, cheias de demônios próprios e sensíveis para quem a existência parece por demais limitada, fazendo-as assim sempre procurar atravessar o véu da matéria, que nós, sãos e covardes, tememos.

Segue a música:

 

 

 

Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away?
Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away?
It was the only card in the deck that I had left to play

 

 

 

Essa parte é extremamente simbólica! Ao pesquisar o significado do Jack of Hearts, carta do tarô, que equivale em português ao Valete de Copas, descobri que ele indica "amor" e "romantismo", mas de uma forma ligada a "obsessão", "crises emocionais" e "relacionamentos íntimos". Ou seja, é uma carta sensualista, uma carta intimamente ligada a vida. Na música o eu-lírico diz "Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away?/ It was the only card in the deck that I had left to play", indicando que tudo o que lhe restava, após uma longa jornada, era um fiapo vida para jogar (left to play).Isso combina perfeitamente com a vida de Jim; que fora perseguido pela justiça dos EUA ante da gravação de L.A. Woman e decidiu se auto-exilar em Paris, para morrer lá em julho de 1971. Esse trecho pra mim é a parte mais melancólica da música, a grande e subliminar despedida de Jim de sua vida como rockstar e vocalista do The Doors.

 

 

 

And I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend
And I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend
And I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend, the end

O canto do cisne se encerra com o clamor contínuo de alguém que precisa ser entendido. De alguém que precisa de amigos novos. De alguém que sabia que o Valete de Copas estava fora do baralho dessa cigana nomâde chamada Vida.

God bless ya, Jim.

 

Jim Morrison and Marilyn Monroe - Compared Texts

Jim Morrison and Marilyn Monroe – Compared texts
Words revealing two tortured souls

I
Introduction

Since the very first moments of Humanity, Art is a tool to express the deepest impressions of our perception. The draws of our ancestral in the caves are the proof of this.
Moving forward in History, we’ll find out Literary Schools where the poems is just a way to reach the other side – the other side of mind, that stays beyond the bounds of reality – like the Symbolism.

Looking to the poets themselves, we can see tormented people, anxious for express their thoughts. Many of them had a hard life. The Greek Mythology brings to us Orpheus as the Father of Poetry. Orpheus’ Art was his greatest power, such as his worst curse, ‘cause it gave him the opportunity of transcending Death to meet Eurydice, but it was just a moment – he had lost her again, then experiencing a pain greater than before.

On this text we’ll see how two icons of American Culture – Jim Morrison and Marilyn Monroe – can be understood through their Poetry. So you’d ask me why are they related and how their written production are linked. I’ll explain that.

Morrison and Monroe were both of them seeking for freedom and love. Just like Orpheus, both lived a journey of glory and decay, living joys and pains that were experienced by a few people. They were in the Tartarus to rescue what they thought they couldn’t live without, but they’ve lost their desires. The true freedom to Marilyn and Jim was their nemesis – death came to built up Legends where there were before a singer with the soul of a poet and an actress damned by her own sensibility. They had the same fate through different ways.

Although the comparison we’re doing is carefully elaborated, we’ve to consider some points; Monroe’s texts were all informal (they’re from Marilyn Monroe – Fragments released last year), but Jim’s texts were published as poetry. In this personal study, we should put their works on the same level ‘cause we’re not searching for technical evaluation but for the analysis of their hearts through their words.

In the same way, we should consider that they were very different. Marilyn was playing with the world while Jim let the world play around him. Marilyn was addicted to glory and fame (perhaps a valve to supply her personal missing) while Jim was addicted to shocking people – as we can see in the whole Miami Incident (1969). These points are well registered on their lines.

II

Personalities

            In Monroe’s more existentialist poem, we could see how complex was the Star’s mind:

I stood beneath your limbs

And you flowered and finally

Clung to me

And when the wind struck with the earth

And sand – you clung to me

Thinner than a cobweb I,

Sheerer than any –

But it did attach itself

And held fast in strong winds

Life – of which at singular times

I am both of your directions –

Somehow I remain hanging downward the most

As both of your directions pull me

Marilyn saw herself as a “cobweb”, what means that she was delicate and fragile (weak, at all). When she wrote “I stood beneath your limbs”, what we can notice is a very dependent woman who sought for true love during all her life – she married three times, her first husband was Jim Dougherty, then there was Joe Dimmagio and the third was Arthur Miller, but she failed on her trials – she seems to express that on the sad line “somehow I remain hanging downward the most”.

In Morrison’s turn, we have a complete different view of life; as we can see in a poem titled “Power”, from Wilderness:

I can make the earth stop in

Its track. I made the

Blue cars go away

I can make myself invisible or small

I can become gigant & reach the

Farthest things. I can change

 The course of nature

I can place myself anywhere in

Space or time

I can summon the dead

I can perceive events on other world

In my deepest inner mind

& in the minds of others

I can

I am

When you ignore the shamanic references on Jim’s line, you can see a man very proud of himself, a man believing in his personal power (“I can become gigant & reach the farthest things.”) – the fact that Jim was a lover of Nietzche’s work fits pretty good w/ the spirit of this poem. Jim’s alter ego called the Lizard King fits with Nietzche’s concept called Will to Power (the will to power – on Nietzche Philosophy – is the force that drives the man through all his life).

By these poems we are facing two different egos – the female one near to hell and the male one near to heaven; Marilyn recognized herself and her faults, as Jim recognized himself and his own power as showman. Of course, Marilyn had such power as a Hollywood Diva, but it did not change her inner opinion about herself. Jim incorporated the public’s devotion, building a safe zone to his ego. Marilyn – who had a disturbed childhood –   saw all this love and devotion as one more way to suffocate her.

II

Sex, love, relationships

If personally they were so different, there was one point where the Lizard King and the modern Giradoux’s Ondine: the way of loving and their relationships with their lovers.

In a poem from Wildnerss Jim describes brilliantly a relationship:

And I came to you

       For peace

And I came to you

For lies

And you gave me fever

& wisdom

& cries

Of sorrow

& we’ll be here

The next day

The next day

&

Tomorrow

The lines show basically the story of relationship, mostly marked by sadness. Jim wrote about the exchange between lovers (goods and bad things –  “fever”, “wisdom” and “cries/of sorrow”).

Marilyn could understand Jim if they meet, as we can see by a untitled poem from 1956 when she was married with Arthur Miller;

Where his eyes rest with pleasure – I

Want to still be – but time has changed

The hold of that glance.

Alas how will I cope when I am even less youthful –

I seek joy but it is clothed

With pain –

Take heart as in my youth

Sleep and rest my heavy head

On his breast – for still my love

Sleeps beside me

Marilyn’s poem is more specific and descriptive about an evanescent relationship. We can surely see these words as a confession about her marriage.

When analyzed together, – in despite of their specific characteristics – these poems compose a completive figure; especially in the second part of each poem:

And I came to you

For lies

And you gave me fever

& wisdom

& cries

Of sorrow

While in Marilyn’s turn:

Alas how will I cope when I am

Even less youthful –

I seek for joy but is clothed

With pain –

Both of them compare and reflect about the two sides of an unique relationship, “you gave me fever/ & wisdom/ & cries/of sorrow” and “I seek joy but it is clothed with pain” show exactly that the love was a two-faced experience for both writers, mainly focused on the hard moments.

Jim and Marilyn were notorious by their sexual/romantic life, being classified as “promiscuous” by the American society. Many people suppose that Jim’s love was Pamela Courson, but he had a long list of affairs, just like Marilyn had many lovers.

Jim and Marilyn were always surrounded by lovers who probably adore them, but when you read their words, you just feel that it was like if they’re alone all the time. Their souls were a vortex of pain, and the loneliness seemed to never leave them.  

III

Allegoric poems

That silent river which stirs

And swells itself with whatever passes over it

Wind, rain, great ships

I love the river – never unmoored

By anything

It’s quiet now

And the silence is alone

Except for the rumbling of things unknown

Distant drums very present

But for the piercing of screams

And the whispers of things

Sharp sounds and then suddenly hushed

To moans beyond sadness – terror beyond

Fear

The cry of things dim and too young to be known yet

The sobs of life itself

You must suffer –

To loose you dark golden

When you covering of

Even dead leaves leave you

Strong and naked

You must be –

Alive – when looking dead

Straight though bent

With wind

And bear the pain & the joy

Of newness on your limbs

Loneliness – be still

The piece is a rich poem from Marilyn Monroe, where the river sounds like an allegory. He seems to be calm (“It’s quiet now/And the silence is alone”), but it’s just an impression, ‘cause beyond the silence there are lots of thing expressing themselves (“excepts for the thunderous rumbling of things unknown/distant drums very present”). It could be a metaphor for Marilyn’s state of soul, ‘cause everyone saw the amazing blond bombshell but no one could see the sensible soul laying down this mask. This inner torture is suggested by the lines “Sharp sounds and then suddenly hushed/To moans beyond sadness – terror beyond/Fear”.

In the next part, she seems to be trying to understand the cause of her suffering “You must suffer – to loose you dark golden”. Perhaps if Marilyn could understand why she was damned, she could try to fix it.

Morrison’s poem fits w/ Marilyn’s research for meaning of the suffering:

Mouth fills with taste of copper

Chinese paper. Foreign money. Old posters.

Gyro on a string, a table

A coin spins. The faces.

There is an audience to our drama

Magic shade mask

Like the hero of a dream, he works for us,

In our behalf

How close is this to a final cut?

I fall. Sweet blackness

Strange world that waits and watches

Ancient dread of non-existence

If it’s no problem, why mention it.

Everything spoken means that,

Its opposite & everything else.

I’m alive. I’m dying.

            Just like Marilyn, Jim work with things beneath the material reality. He used the dreamlike to express what’s beyond the obvious. The first part of the poem seems to be a hallucinogenic vision. Then there’s the part that bought to us the same feeling of suffering we’ve got in Marilyn’s poem: “There’s an audience to our drama/ Magic shade mask/ Like the hero of a dream, he works for us/ in our behalf”; Jim should be conscious about all the attention he had got from media & public (“There is an audience to our drama”) and what they think about him, which picture of Jim Morrison was drawn in the collective brain of America (“Magic shade mask/ Like the hero of a dream, he works for us/ in our behalf”). It resembles a lot Marilyn’s line who seemed to express the storm inside her soul (“sharp sounds and then suddenly hushed to/moans beyond fear”).

            The last part resembles a prophecy. The prophecy of Jim’s end, the expression of his sadness on the Paris days at 1971: “I fall. Sweet blackness/ Strange world that waits and watches/ Ancient dread of non-existence/ (…)/ I’m alive. I’m dying.”. This last line “I’m alive. I’m dying.” Expresses a two-faced condition that is also present on Marilyn’s lines: “When you covering of/ even dead leaves leave you/ strong and naked/ you must be –/ alive – when looking dead/ straight though bent/ with wind”; Marilyn felt the same thing: Dying even being alive, both of them killed by the glory who surrounded them.

            Stronger than any argument is the end of these two iconic artists: Marilyn died in strange conditions at 1962 followed by Jim in 1971, in equal mysterious situation. Even at their death, they were watched, ‘cause, as Jim wrote: “There is an audience to our drama”.

            They found their final rest running away from the fame, finally achieving the so desired nemesis.

Yasmim Deschain

*Sorry for the mistakes on the English Language, I'm Brazilian*

Jim Morrison's Text for The Eye Magazine

This is an amazing masterpiece from Jim Morrison that I had to share with you. This text shows how Jim was smart and cult. There are some references that I didn't knew at all. A friend of mine once told me that this text is absolutely related to the Aristotelian Philosophy! Every day Jim is surprising me with how much he was AMAZING! I'll also post it in Portuguese




He sought exposure, and lived the horror of trying to assemble a myth before a billion dull dry ruthless eyes. Leaving his plane, he strode to the wire fence, against the advice of his agents, to touch hands. Standing close to appeal his invitation for admire him worship or weapons. The constant unspoken interior knowledge, that his body was target every public second. Charged murderous awareness of beasts. New nerves of sensation flowered on his neck spine garden. When he looked at you, they said, he stripped back your skull. Naturally. For well wishing admirer smiles easily hide death behind cat teeth. Not paranoia or beyond grave carelessness, but a fine sensuous knowledge of violence in an eternal present.

Cyclop. People who resemble primitive lizards have a jewel within their skull. Called the pineal gland, it is located inside the brain at the juncture of the two hemispheres of cerebellum. In some this third vestigial eye is still sensitive to light.

The eye resists detached analysis. Realize that the eyes actually are two soft globes floating in bone.

The impressions are seeing me.

Ask anyone what sense he would preserve above all others. Most would say sight, forfeiting a million eyes in the body for two in the skull. Blind, we could live and possibly discover wisdom. Without touch, we could turn into hunks of wood.

The eye is a hungry mouth
That feed on the world.

Architect of image worlds

in competition with the real.

There are twin planets
in the skull.

The eye is god. And the world,
for it has its equator.

Pluck out the animal's eye in the dark and set it down before an object, clear and bright, a window against the sky. The outline of this image is engraved on the retina, visible to the naked eye. This excised eye is primitive camera, the retina's visual purple acts as emulsion.

Kühne, following his success with rabbits, was presented the head of a young guillotine victim. The eye was extracted and slit along the equator. The operation was performed in a special red and yellow room. Retina of the left eye offers a sharp but ambiguous image, impossible to define. He spent the next years in search for its meaning, the exact nature of the object, if it was an object.

Windows are eyes of the house. Peer out of your prison body, other peep in. Never a one-way traffic. Seeing always implies the possibility of damaged privacy, for as eyes reveal the huge external world, our own infinite internal spaces are opened for others.

What is the fate the eyes during sleep? They move constantly, like spectators in a theatre.

The pupils dilate during abnormal states. Drugs, madness, drunkenness, paralysis, exhaustion, hypnosis, vertigo, high sexual excitement. The eye finding its ocean after the idea of oceans has ended.

Enkidu was a wild man, an animal among animals. One day a woman exposed her nakedness to him at a watering hole, and he responded. That day he left with her to follow the arts of civilization.

Mates are chosen first by visual appeal. Not odour, rhythm, skin. It is an error to believe that the eye caress a woman. Is a woman constructed out of light or of skin? Her image is never real in the eye, it is engraved on the ends of the fingers.

In the Ars Magna, Great Work, the Alchemist creates the world in his retort.

The eyes are the genitals of perception, and they too have established a tyranny. They have usurped the authority of the other senses. The body becomes a thin awkward stalk to support the eye on its rounds.

Why should the eyes be called windows of soul and key to deepest human communion, and touch denied as mild collisions of flesh.

The body is not the house, it is the inside of the house.The blind copulate, eyes in their skin.
The eye is light at rest.

(Do we create light in the eye? Is light our own, or from the world?)

In Egyptian mythology the eye is symbol of Osiris, or from Horus; and the sun god Ra.

Ptah gave birth to men from his mouth, the gods from his eyes.

City-temple of Brak (3000 B.C.). Discovered thousands of small flat human faces of black and white alabaster, without nose, mouth, ears, but with engraved and carefully painted eyes. Called the Eye Temple: to house these offerings to a divinity.

Oedipus. Reality of her naked breasts. Her body. You have looked upon those you ought never to have looked. Eyes gouged with a broach from the dress of dead Jocasta.

Punish the eyes. Shrivelled breasts of an old woman. He is led from village to village by a young boy. And everywhere they wait on his words.

Tiresias, said to have spent seven years as a woman, came upon Athene in the forest, bathing. She darkened the intruding eyes.

Saul of Tarsus on the Road to Damascus. Blindness elevated him to St. Paul.
Why is blindness holy?

Alchemy offers man an original heroism. The Mani taught that man was created as a helper by the messenger of Supreme God of Light to assist by his life and efforts in gathering the scattered, thereby weakened, atoms of light and lead them upward. For light has shone into the darkness and wasted itself and is in grave danger of being swallowed wholly.

Man can assist in the salvation of light.

The process of transforming base metals into gold is called projection.

In dim light, form is sacrificed for light. In bright light, light is sacrificed for form.

Code of light. The eye is sick. Pluck it out. The doctor removes the eye to save the body. To do this, he must sewer the optic nerve connecting eye with brain. Before anaesthesia, it was often reported that the pass of the scalped created light instead of pain.

Gradually, objects are constructed outside the body.

The eye arises from light, for light. Indifferent organs and surfaces evolve into their unique form. The fish is shaped by water, the bird by air, the worm by earth. The eye is a creature of fire.

*
by James Douglas Morrison.
Published in 1968, in the "Eye Magazine".

Wild Child - Rare Version

Hey, people! That's just amazing! A rare version of this Door's sexy and poetic song called "Wild Child" from the Soft Parade. I just LOVED the part that Jim's screaming on the studio *-*

Achei uma versão incrível dessa música sexy e poética do Doors, "Wild Child" do Soft Parade. Eu AMEI a parte em que o Jim grita no estúdio *-*

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The Unknown Soldier

Just sharing with you this fucking amazing presentation in Europe,1968.

Apenas compartilhando com vcs essa incrível apresentação na Europa, em 1968.

The Unknown Soldier

 

 

Wait until the war is over
And we're both a little older.
The unknown soldier.


Breakfast where the news is read.
Television children fed.
Unborn living. Living dead.
Bullet strikes the helmet's head


And it's all over
For the unknown soldier.
It's all over
For the unknown soldier.


*army marching sounds*
*gun firing*


Make a grave for the unknown soldier
Nestled in your hollow shoulder.
The unknown soldier.


Breakfast where the news is read.
Television children fed.


Bullet strikes the helmet's head


And, it's all over.
The war is over.
It's all over.
The war is over.
Well, all over, baby.
All over, baby.
Oh, over, yeah.
All over, baby..

O soldado desconhecido

Espere até a guerra terminar

E estaremos ambos um pouco mais velhos

O soldado desconhecido

Café da manhã onde as notícias são lidas

Televisão alimenta crianças

Não-nascidos vivendo, mortos-vivos

Bala atinge a cabeça sob o capacete

E está tudo acabado

Para o soldado desconhecido

E está tudo acabado

Para o soldado desconhecido

*sons de exércitos marchando*

*tiros de armas*

Faça uma cova para o soldado desconhecido

Aninhado na tumba de seu ombro

O soldado desconhecido

Café da manhã onde os notícias são lidas

Televisão alimenta crianças

Bala atinge a cabeça sob o capacete

E está tudo acabado

A guerra acabou

Está tudo acabado

A guerra acabou

Tudo acabado, baby

Tudo acabado, baby

Tudo acabado

Tudo acabado

In heaven or hell, who cares?

"We want the fire burning our brains. Immerse into the abyss, in heaven or hell, who cares? In the background of the unknown to find the new! Boredom is no longer my love. The furor, the lust, the madness, I know all the impulses and calamities - My whole burden was lowered. Calmly, let's appreciate the extent of my innocence.".

Arthur Rimbaud

*

"Queremos que o fogo nos queime o cérebro. Imergir no abismo,no céu ou no inferno,o que importa? Ao fundo do desconhecido para encontrar o novo! O tédio não é mais meu amor. O furor, a devasidão, a loucura,  dos que conheço todos os impulsos e calamidades.- Todo meu fardo foi arriado. Apreciemos sem vertigem a extensão de minha inocência."
Arthur Rimbaud

She dances in a ring of fire...

Untitled Poem

All the poems have wolves in it, all but one.

The most beautiful one of all:


"She dances in a ring of fire...

and throws off the challenge with a shrug"

Poema sem título

Todos os poemas têm lobos, menos um.

O mais belo de todos:

"Ela dança em um anel de fogo...

e desdenha o desafio com um encolher de ombros"

Texas Radio And The Big Beat

The Texas Radio and the Big Beat

James Douglas Morrison

 

 

 

I wanna tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with a back beat
Narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance
Others, mean and ruthful of the Western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We've constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh died

Children
The river contains specimens
The voices of singing women
Call us on the far shore

And they are saying
"Forget the Night
live with us in Forests of azure"
Meager food for souls forgot

I tell you this;
No eternal reward will
Forgive us now for
Wasting the dawn

One morning you awoke
And the strange sun
And opening your door...

A Rádio do Texas e a Grande Batida

James Douglas Morrison

Eu quero falar sobre a Rádio do Texas e a Grande Batida
Vinda dos pântanos da Virgínia
Calma e lenta com bastante precisão
Com uma batida antiga, restrita e difícil de dominar
Alguns dizem que é paradisíaco em seu brilho
Outros que é um lamento do sonho ocidental
Gosto dos amigos que fiz dentro dessa balsa
Nós construímos pirâmides em memória de nossas fugas
Foi nessa terra que o faraó morreu

Crianças

O rio contêm espécies

As vozes das mulheres cantantes

Chamando-nos para a longuíqua margem

E elas estão dizendo

"Esqueçam a Noite

vivam conosco nas Florestas azuis"

 Comida escassa para almas esquecidas

Eu direi isso:

Nenhuma recompensa eterna irá

Redimir-nos por

Desperdiçar o Amanhecer

Uma manhã você acordou

E o sol estranho

E abriu a porta...

ELECTRIC STORM

Eletric Storm

James Douglas Morrison

electric storm
from the front
barometer at zero
forest
blue-eyed dog
strangled by snow
Night storm
flight-drive thru deserts
neon capitals, Wilderness
echoed & silenced
by angels

Angel Flight
to tobacco farm
the roadhouse
tomorrow

get ready for the Night
the rumors on waking
a gradual feeling of
learning & remembering

imagine a heaven in the
night-time
would one member be missing?

TEMPESTADE ELÉTRICA

James Douglas Morrison

tempestade elétrica
da frente
barômetro no zero
floresta
cachorro de olhos azuis
estrangulado pela neve
Tempestade noturna
vôo dirigido pelos desertos
Capitais de neon, Selva
ecoada e silenciada
por Anjos

O vôo do Anjo
para a fazenda de tabaco
a hospedaria
amanhã

apronte-se para a Noite
os rumores na caminhada
um sentimento gradual de
aprendizado e lembrança

Imagine o paraíso na
noite
sentiríamos falta de algum membro?