Quotes from Jim Morrison

Be always like the sea, than breaking up against cliffs it finds always the force to try again.

Ride the snake, to=the=lake, the ancient=lake BAAABYY! The snake is loooong, SEVEN miles! [$$] Riiide the snake~! She's OLD, her skin is COLD!~~//Ride the snaaaaake! THE WEST IS THE BEST!~ THE WEST IS THE BEST~~!!~~ [!!] oh yeah!//$\ COME ON! etc. snake/ride you get it...

You can not save you from your own fate.

I rely on images of violence, which bring the shock of pain, to penetrate the barriers people erect and defend, not simple defenses; the phony facades people live behind. Blocking their perceptions from coming in, and blocking their feelings from coming put. There are two way I try to shatter those facades, or at least make a hole where something can get in, to let the trapped feelings out--one way is violence, pain. The other is eroticism.

I don't think there should even be a president, man. I think we should have total democracy.

In that year there was an intense visitation of energy. I left school & went down to the beach to live. I slept on a roof. At night the moon became a woman's face. I met the Spirit of Music.

The writer is just answering a series of unuttered questions.

To have just been born for beauty & see sadness What is this frail sickness?

The guided tour I am a guide to the labyrinth city is inside of body made manifest meat organs & electrical power plants The place where, walking down death-row (You look like you're), maps - AMERICUS - a river-vein we ride along. give form to the passing world Freeways are a drama, a new art form. Signs. Houses. Faces. Loud gabble of Blacks at a bus-stop.

This is the strangest life I've ever known.

Before you slip into unconsciousness I'd like to have another kiss Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

You're all a bunch of fucking slaves.

Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground He fled the town He went down South and crossed the border Left the chaos and disorder Back there over his shoulder One morning he awoke in a green hotel With a strange creature groaning beside him Sweat oozed from its shiny skin Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin

Whoever controls the media controls the mind.

Well that's New York for ya. The only people who rush the stage are guys.

I wish a storm would come & blow this shit away. Or a bomb to burn the Town & scour the sea. I wish clean death would come to me.

I used to see the universe as a mammoth snake, and all the people and objects, landscapes, as little pictures in the facets of their scales. I think peristaltic motion is the basic life movement.

Fence my sacred fire I want. To be simple, black & clean A dim nothingness Please The sea is green Smoke like the child's version of a Christmas dream w/no waking.

Riders on the storm, riders on the storm Into this house we're born Into this world we're thrown Like a dog without a bone An actor out on loan Riders on the storm

Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

Death Makes Angels of us all.

We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

All games contain the idea of death.