The Movie - An American Prayer - poem by James Douglas Morrison

The Persistence of Memory - Salvador Dali

The Movie Will Begin In Five Moments

The Mindless Voice Announced

All Those Unseated Will Await The Next Show.

We Filed Slowly, Languidly Into The Hall

The Auditorium Was Vast And Silent

As We Seated And Were Darkened, The Voice Continued.

The Program For This Evening Is Not New

You've Seen This Entertainment Through And Through

You've Seen Your Birth Your Life And Death

You Might Recall All Of The Rest

Did You Have A Good World When You Died?

Enough To Base A Movie On?.

I'm Getting Out Of Here

Where Are You Going?

To The Other Side Of Morning

Please Don't Chase The Clouds, Pagodas

Her Cunt Gripped Him Like A Warm, Friendly Hand.

It's Alright, All Your Friends Are Here

When Can I Meet Them?

After You've Eaten

I'm Not Hungry

Uh, We Meant Beaten

Silver Stream, Silvery Scream

Oooooh, Impossible Concentration.

poem by James Douglas Morrison

Stoned Immaculate - An American Prayer - poem by James Douglas Morrison

Perseus and Andromeda - Frederick Leighton

I'll Tell You This...

No Eternal Reward Will Forgive Us Now

For Wasting The Dawn.

Back In Those Days Everything Was Simpler And More Confused

One Summer Night, Going To The Pier

I Ran Into Two Young Girls

The Blonde One Was Called Freedo

The Dark One, Enterprise

We Talked And They Told Me This Story

Now Listen To This...

I'll Tell You About Texas Radio And The Big Beat

Soft Driven, Slow And Mad

Like Some New Language

Reaching Your Head With The Cold, Sudden Fury Of A Divine Messenger

Let Me Tell You About Heartache And The Loss Of God

Wandering, Wandering In Hopless Night

Out Here In The Perimeter There Are No Stars

Out Here We Is Stoned

Immaculate.

poem by James Douglas Morrison

The Doors releases "She Smells so Nice"

Finally! The Doors releases its new song after 40 years! I loved it, it's a good and old dancing blues about a woman w/ Jim showing his powerful voice <3

Listen to the song here.

The releasing of the song is part of the Year of the Doors, featuring also w/ a Deluxe Edition of L.A. Woman and the documentary "Mr. Mojo Risin': The Making of L.A. Woman".

Babylon Fading - An American Prayer - poem by James Douglas Morrison

Vision of Fausto - Luis Ricardo Faléro

Then we hear a whistle like a bison's pipe

And the carnival immediately begins

Gradually mixing rain,

Thunder

Bullfight

Football

Playground

War

Penny-arcade

Babylon Fading...

James Douglas Morrison

Happy birthday, Elvis! - #PartyHard w/ The Doors covering Love Me Tender

Let's celebrate Elvis' birthday with The Doors covering Love Me Tender:

Happy Birthday, Robby!

Happy Birthday, Robby!
Robby Krieger is the guitarist and also lyricist on The Doors. He's one of the greatest guitarist of all the time and he was also a lyricist on the band - Light My Fire was written by him! Robby also helped Jim with The End lyrics...
Robby had a great influence from the flamenco guitar! The power of Robby's song is the main part of Spanish Caravan:

Dawn's Highway - An American Prayer - poem by James Douglas Morrison

French versus Indian - Unknown Artist

Indians Scattered On Dawn's Highway Bleeding
Ghosts Crowd The Young Child's Fragile Eggshell Mind.


Me And My -Ah- Mother And Father - And A
Grandmother And A Grandfather - Were Driving Through
The Desert, At Dawn, And A Truck Load Of Indian
Workers Had Either Hit Another Car, Or Just - I Don't
Know What Happened - But There Were Indians Scattered
All Over The Highway, Bleeding To Death.


So The Car Pulls Up And Stops. That Was The First Time
I Tasted Fear. I Musta' Been About Four - Like A Child Is
Like A Flower, His Head Is Just Floating In The
Breeze, Man.
The Reaction I Get Now Thinking About It, Looking
Back - Is That The Souls Of The Ghosts Of Those Dead
Indians...Maybe One Or Two Of 'Em...Were Just
Running Around Freaking Out, And Just Leaped Into My
Soul. And They're Still In There.


Indians Scattered On Dawn's Highway Bleeding
Ghosts Crowd The Young Child's Fragile Eggshell Mind.


Blood In The Streets In The Town Of New Haven
Blood Stains The Roofs And The Palm Trees Of Venice
Blood In My Love In The Terrible Summer
Bloody Red Sun Of Phantastic L.A.


Blood Screams Her Brain As They Chop Off Her Fingers
Blood Will Be Born In The Birth If A Nation
Blood Is The Rose Of Mysterious Union
Blood On The Rise, It's Following Me.


Indian, Indian What Did You Die For?
Indian Says, Nothing At All.

James Douglas Morrison