Pieci pret vienu, viens iekš pieciem,
Dzīvs neviens no šejienes ārā netiks…
Vakar bija vecā, labā Džima dzimšanas diena:
I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps “Oh look at that!” Then — whoosh, and I’m gone… and they’ll never see anything like it ever again… and they won’t be able to forget me — ever.
Tas arī viņam izdevās.
Doori joprojām saglabā savu statusu kā mani galvenie favorīti un antidepresanti.
Realms of bliss, realms of light
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to the endless night
(Šo viņš daļēji aizņēmies no Bleika.)
Foršākais Morisona dzejolis manā skatījumā laikam ir Awake:
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day’s divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.
Bet vispār no Dooriem man patīk praktiski viss. Totāla, gudra psihodēlija viņpus laba un ļauna.
The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, Ill drop a line
(Kaut kad būs jāuzraksta kas sakarīgās par to visu)