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Jim Morrison - Resolve The Past lyrics

Artist: Jim Morrison

album: Dionysus


Can we resolve the past
Lurking jaws
Joints of time
Debase
To come of age in a dry place
Holes and caves
The music was new black polished chrome
And came over the summer like liquid night
The DJs took pills to stay awake
And play for seven days
The general's son had a sister
They went down to see him
They went to the studio and someone knew him
Someone knew the TV showman
He came to our homeroom party and played records
And when he left in the hot noon sun
And walked to his car
We saw the chooks had written F. U. C. K. on his windshield
He wiped it off with a white rag
And smiling cooly drove away
He's rich, got a big car
My friend drove an hour each day from the mountains
The bus gives you a hard on with books in your lap
We shot the bird at the black MP
My gang will get you
Scenes of rape in the arroyos
Seductions in cars
Abandoned buildings
Fights at the food stand
The dust, the shoes
Open shirts and raised collars
Bright sculptured hair
The spades danced best from the hip
Someone shot the bird in the afternoon dance show
They gave new records to the best couple
Always a playground instructor
Never a killer
Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over
He maneuvered two girls into his hotel room
One a friend,
The other, the young one a newer stranger
Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican
Poor boy's thighs and buttocks scarred by a father's belt
She's trying to rise
Stories of her boyfriend of teenage stone death games
Handsome lad dead in a car
Confusion, no connections
Come here
I love you
Peace on earth
Will you die for me?
Eat me
This way
The end
I'm surprised you could get it up
He whips her lightly sardonically with belt
Haven't I been through enough she asks now dressed and leaving
The Spanish girl begins to bleed
She says her period
It's catholic heaven
I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck
My chest is hard and browned
Lying on stained wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin
We could plan a murder or start a religion
Hey man you want girls, pills, grass? Come here
I show you good time
This place has everything
Come on, I show you
Out here we is stoned immaculate
(That's a lot of dope for me
In the universe
Well that's cool
Snakes and reptiles)
What was that
I don't know
Sounds like guns
Thunder
Trespassing bounds of arms in reality
(I drink a lot of beer)
My name is the holy shay
I come to town this day
To tell my story to the judge
Judge! Judge! Judge! Judge!
The man is not wanted here
(I was only uh
Actually I was charged with
I don't think even know if they said incitement
I think it was uh
Giving uh
Immoral or indecent exhibition or something like that)
Indian scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the child's fragile eggshell mind
(But don't you see a
A cyclical thing
Every five or ten years
Everyone comes together and swarms in a break of heart)
(Jim Morrison
A singer)
(A sensuous evil
A mood of mystery and strangeness)
Moonshine night
Mountain village insane in the woods in the deep trees
Under the moon
Beneath the stars
They reel and dance
The young folk
Led to the lake by king and queen
Oh I want to be there
I want us to be there beside the lake
Beneath the moon
Cool and swollen
Dripping its hot liquor
They haven't invented music yet
So I read to them from the book of days
The horror story from the gothic age
A gruesome romance from the L.A. plague
I have a vision of America
Seen from the air
28 thousand feet and going fast
A one armed man in a texas parking labyrinth
A burnt tree like a giant primeval bird
In an empty lot in fresno
And elevators filled with citizens
And miles and miles of hotel corridors
Motel, money, murder madness
Change the mood from glad to sadness
Play the ghost song baby
Then we heard the ghost song
(I'm gonna go and play
Basic American issue of freedom of speech
The first amendment
Provides supposedly for freedom of expression
There's a positive which states that any dramatic public artistic performance comes under this uh this amendment
Which guarantees the right to say anything you want to without fear of prosecution
The right of the dramatist to uh state his views without legal pressure)

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