So I thought, “What if he wasn’t giving several different messages – but a single continuous one?”
We could plan a murder … or start a religion.
may take a week, and it may take longer
We chased our pleasures here, dug our treasures there.
I know your deepest, secret fear
slow and mad like some new language
Night is drawing near.
She came into town and then she drove away.
with all of your charms.
all the children are insane.
until the end.
Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom?
“Alive!” she cried
The face in the mirror won’t stop
the chaos and disorder
The death of all joy
I sacrifice my cock on the altar of silence.
To propagate our lust for life
Won’t you get down on your knees
to freak out or be beautiful, my dear.
give us an hour for magic
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.
I’ll tell you ’bout the heartache and the loss of God.
The future’s uncertain and the end is always near.
Awake. Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one.
Oh, what can I do?
to change the course of nature
The old get older and the young get stronger
To propagate our lust for life
First there were women and children obeying the moon
What do you think?
Tagged: jim morrison, oracles
