Lions in the street & 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 & disorder
Back there
Over his shoulder.
One morning he awoke in a green hotel
W/a strange creature groaning beside him.
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin.
Is everybody in? (3)
The ceremony is about to begin.
Wake up!
You can't remember where it was.
Had this dream stopped?
The snake was pale gold glazed & shrunken.
We were afraid to touch it.
The sheets were hot dead prisons.
And she was beside me, old,
She's, no; young.
Her dark red hair.
The white soft skin.
Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,
Look!
She's coming in here.
I can't live thru each slow century
of her moving.
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood.
The smooth hissing snakes
of rain…
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Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back in my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called "Go Insane"
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes forget your name
forget the world, forget the people
and we'll erect a different steeple.
This little game is fun to do.
Just close your eyes, no way to lose
And I'm right here, I'm going too
Release control, we're breaking through
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Way back deep into the brain
Way back past the realm of pain
Back where there's never any rain
And the rain falls gently on the town
And over the heads of all of us
And in the labyrinth of streams beneath
Quiet unearthly presence of
Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights
Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
A beast car locked in against morning
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters, smug with semen
Eyes in their nipples
Wait! There's been a slaughter here
Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town
We're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come!
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Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun
Nothing left to do but run, run, run
Let's run, let's run
House upon the hill, moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees witnessing the wild breeze
Come on, baby, run with me
Let's run
Run with me, run with me, run with me
Let's run
The mansion is warm at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along, not going very far
To the east to meet the Czar
Run with me, run with me, run with me
Let's run
Some outlaws live by the side of a lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We're almost home
Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you soon…soon…soon!
I am the Lizard King
I can do anything
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We came down the rivers and highways
We came down from forests and falls
We came down from Carson and Springfield
We came down from Phoenix enthralled
And I can tell you the names of the kingdom
I can tell you the things that you know
Listening for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade
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For seven years I dwelt in the loose palace of exile
Playing strange games with the girls of the island
Now I have come again to the land of the fair
And the strong and the wise
Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
Children of night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready
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From guest Love her madly (contact)
I think jim was describing a rebirth of himself, escaping the known and going beyond what was known, is known and knowing what is not... I feel his words and my body tingles with inspiration. -
The meaning to the poem.
From guest Alex (contact)
The meaning to this poem is what jim aka James morrison said him self in a paper. The meaning to Celebration Of The Lizard is what the reader or the listener to make there own destion and who am I too say what it means. For that would be my meaning. Not your own. So if you are still not knowing what it means. Then think like jim and come up with your own meaning. -
what is this poem true meaning?
From guest gegvsdfvsd (contact)
doing a english report on this song and i have to figure out the meaning. -
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From guest Gracie (contact)
I love Jim Morrison,and I love his poems they are just to amazing,<333 -
From guest Sasha Parish
This is awesome! I memorized this whole poem and it's great to see it written/typed so I can make sure I got it right! -
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i love his poems,his songs, his talent, his style and most of all i love him. his music and sound just touch me. it takes me to that special place that i'll never forget
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awsome poetry
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"Now night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready"
Pamela Courson, Jim's girlfriend, said these very words when Jim was burried. That's the only thing someone said, actually. There was no priest. No sights of religious icons at all. The bury took 8 minutes. 2 woman were there in order to clean up their husbands' graves.They did not know Jim. There was no tombstone over his grave. one of them dropped a plastic rose over the freshly shoveled land. -
Jim Morrison does everthing in a kick ass style. His dath was even ledgendary!
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This was long, but extremely good. I judge Morrison without any baggage because I've only recently started listening to The Doors - and I had come to know of him as a rock star and a poet at almost the same time. A truly creative person can create anything - so it's a shame how Jim Morrison is prejudiced like that.
This poem, I don't know if it's his best, can certainly put to shame many of our serious poets. -
Jim Morrison like now one a patriot, an alcholic, a rock star, an interlect, a beatnik, a man true to his spirt, a poet and writen off buy the poetry communtity becuase of being a rock star know in his memory we should celebrate the Lizard King for who he really was, James Douglas Morrison a Poet.
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Jim Morrisson kicks ass
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