Jim Morrison

The human race was dying out.
No one left to scream and shout

People walking on the moon
Smog will get you pretty soon

Everyone was hanging out
Hanging up and hanging down

Hanging in and holding fast
Hope our little world will last.

Along came Mr Goodtrips
Looking for a new ship
Come on people better, climb on board
Come on babe we're going home

Ship of fools, Ship of fools.
Ship of fools, Ship of fools
Ship of fools, Ship of fools .........

Etre saoul est un bon déguisement

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on and individual level. It's got to happen inside first. You can take away a man's political freedom and you won't hurt him- unless you take away his freedom to feel. That can destroy him. That kind of freedom can't be granted. Nobody can win it for you

Elle avait l'air si triste en dormant
Comme une main amicale
tout juste hors d'atteinte
Une bougie échouée sur
une plage
Tandis que le soleil sombre à l'horizon
bombe H à l'envers

L’extension logique de l’ego, c’est Dieu.

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths
of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
(Have you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient war)

The connectors (II)

The diamonds shone like broken glass
Upon the midnight street
And all atop the walls were wet
Their white eyes glint & sleek

Then from afar a gnome appeared
An angel flashed on furry feet
The boulevard became a river
While waiting crowds began to quiver

I was in a motel watching
Whiskey in my hand
Her breath was soft, the wind was warm
Someone in a room was born

Girl you gotta love your man
Girl you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our lives will never end
Gotta love your man

June 30th. On the sun roof. He woke up suddenly.
At that instant a jet from the air base crawled
In silence overhead. On the beach, children try to leap into its swifts shadow.

We're perched headlong
On the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death
On the end of a candle
We're trying for something
That's already found us

Nous sommes juchés la tête en bas
Au bord de l'ennui
Nous cherchons à atteindre la mort
Au bout d'une bougie
Nous essayons de trouver quelque chose
Qui nous a trouvés

No one here gets out alive

The cleavage of men into actors and spectators is the central fact of our time.


(La division des hommes en acteurs et spectateurs est le fait central de notre temps)

We must tie all these
desperate impressions together

(Nous devons attacher ensemble
toutes ces impressions désespérées)

Les gens craignent plus la mort que la souffrance. Or, la vie est souffrance. La mort nous en délivre. N’est-elle pas alors notre meilleure alliée?

You cannot travel 2 roads

Welcome to the American Night
where dogs bite
to find the voice
the face the fate the fame
to be tamed
by The Night
in a quiet soft luxuriant
car
Hitchhikers line the Great Highway

I remember freeways
Summer, beside you
Ocean - brother
Storms passing
electric fires in the night

Before I sink into the big sleep
I want to hear , I want to hear
The scream of butterfly

Avant de sombrer dans le grand sommeil
Je veux entendre, je veux entendre
Le cri du papillon

Je bois pour
pouvoir parler aux trous du cul.
Moi inclus.

Je peux interrompre ...

Je peux interrompre la course
de la Terre. J’ai fait partir
les voitures bleues.

Je peux me rendre invisible ou minuscule.
Je peux devenir gigantesque et atteindre
les choses les plus lointaines. Je peux changer
le cours de la nature.
Je peux me situer n’importe où
dans l’espace ou le temps.
Je peux appeler les morts.
Je peux percevoir ce qui se passe sur d’autres mondes,
Au plus profond de mon esprit
Et dans l’esprit des autres.

Je peux

Je suis