(bkz: celebration of christ's fall)

(ab norm - 18 Eylül 2006 05:49)

aşmısın sen abi dedirten şiir,
orjinal kayıdı bulunmayan kayıplara karışan kertenkele selamlaması

(boyle buyurdu zerdust - 16 Temmuz 2002 20:23)

aslında birkaç şiirden oluşan şiirler silsilesi denebilecek olan bu parçadaki şiirler sırasıyla şu şekildedir.

-lions in the street
-wake up
-a little game
-the hill dwellers
-not to touch the earth
-names of the kingdom
-the palace of exile

bu şiirleri arka arkaya icra edip bir parça şeklinde albüme koymak istemiş jim morrison. diğer grup elemanları imkansız bunu yapmak filan demişler, yine de bir kaç deneme yapmışlar ama hiç bir denemelerinde istedikleri gibi sonuç elde edememişler. bu şiirlerden sadece not to touch the earth, waiting for the sun albümünde yer bulmuştur. new york - felt forum'daki bir konser sırasında yine bunu yapmaya çalışmışlar ve 1970 senesindeki bu olay absolutely live albümüne konmuş. 17:18 sürer. jim morrison bu parçaya başlamadan önce aşağıdaki konuşmayı yapıp bir nevi seyircilerden parça için ambiyans yaratmalarını istemiştir.

"i don’t know if you are aware of it, but this whole evening is being taped for eternity and beyond that too... and so listen man, if you want to be represented in eternity, with some uncouth language..then i hope you’ll stand up on the top of your seat and shout it out very clearly or we’re not gonna get it on tape, right ? don’t worry, the operation won’t take long and you’ll be much better in the morning."

ayrıca bunların yanında şiirlerin genel olarak neyle ilgili olduğuyla ilgili bilgi de verir. parçadan sonra da şu sözlerle seyirciye olan memnuniyetini belirtmiştir.

"you know what's really weird, los angeles california has the best landscape and climate but new york has the grooviest people."

(tepedeki psychedelic adam - 14 Şubat 2009 02:40)

jim morrison şiiri. amerikan rüyası kitabında mevcut.

ogan güner çevirisiyle ilk üç bölümü;

sokaklarda aslanlar ve başıboş
köpekler; hummalı,kuduz,ağızları köpürmüş
şehrin merkezinde kafese takılmış bir canavar

annesinin vücudu
çürüyor yaz sıcağı altında toprakta.
çocuk terketti kenti.

güneye gitti
ve sınırı geçti
kaosu düzensizliği
geride
omuzlarının ardında bırakarak.

yeşil bir otelde uyandı bir sabah
yanında guruldayan garip bir yaratıkla.
ter boşanıyordu parlak teninden.

herkes içeride mi?
tören başlamak üzere.

uyanın!
hatıralaymazsınız nerede olduğunu.
bitti mi acaba bu düş?
yılan soluk,altın sırlı ve büzülmüştü.
dokunmaya korkuyorduk ona.
çarşaflar ateşli ölüm zindanları.
ve kadın yanımda yatıyordu,yaşlı,
yo,hayır;genç.
koyu kızıl saçları.
yumuşak beyaz teni.
hadi koş,banyoya koş,
bak!
içeri geliyor işte.
yaşayamam hareketinin
her bir anını.
dayadım yanağımı
serin pürüzsüs taşlara
o güzelim soğuk kanı hissettim.
tıslayan kaygan yağmur
yılanlarını...

bir zamanlar küçük bir oyunum vardı
beynimin gerilerine doğru sürünürdüm
sanırım biliyorsunuz kastettiğim oyunu
'çıldırmak' derler bunun adına

siz de denemelisiniz bu küçük oyunu
kapayın gözlerinizi,unutun isminizi
unutun dünyayı,unutun insanları
farklı bir çan kulesi dikeceğiz hep beraber.

zevklidir bu küçük oyunu oynamak.
kapayın gözlerinizi,kaybetmek yok asla
ben de buradayım,ben de gidiyorum
kontrolu bırakın elden,aşıp geçiyoruz sınırı

bir tünel kazın beynin derinliklerine doğru
acının hükümranlığının ötelerine
yağmurun hiç yağmadığı yere doğru

ve yağmur çiseler kasabanın üzerine.
ve hepimizin başının üzerine
ve aşağıdaki ırmaklar labirentinde
sessiz doğaüstü varlıkları
etraftaki sinirli dağ sakinlerinin,
sürüngenler kaynaşıyor,
fosiller mağaralar serin hava yükseltileri.

...

ps:copy paste değildir. el emeği göz nurudur. (bkz: jim morrison) (bkz: sembolizm)

(nimrod - 19 Nisan 2010 20:05)

tepenin üzerinde ki ev
ay hareketsiz asılı duruyor
ağaçların gölgeleri
vahşi esintinin şahitleri
hadi güzelim
benimle birlikte koş
hadi kaçalım buradan

(johonson - 14 Nisan 2017 14:59)

jim morrison'un, the doors tarafından da bestelenip konserlerde icra edilmiş şiiri..

the celebration of the lizard

lions in the street and 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 and disorder
back there over his shoulder

one morning he awoke in a green hotel
with a strange creature groaning beside him
sweat oozed from its shiny skin

is everybody in?
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 and shrunken we were afraid to touch it
the sheets were hot dead prisons

now, run to the mirror in the bathroom look!
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 . . .

once i had, a little game
i liked to crawl back into 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 there i'm going too
release control we're breaking thru

way back deep into the brain
back where there's never any pain
and the rain falls gently on the town
and in the labyrinth of streams
beneath, the 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
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)

not to touch the earth
not to see the sun
nothing left to do, but
run, run, run
let's run

house upon the hill
moon is lying still
shadows of the trees
witnessing the wild breeze
c'mon 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
c'mon along, we're not going very far
to the east to meet the czar

some outlaws lived by the side of the 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
soon, soon, soon
moon, moon, moon
i will get you
soon!
soon!
soon!

let the carnival bells ring
let the serpent sing
let everything

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

'i am the lizard king
i can do anything
i can make the earth stop in its tracks
i made the blue cars go away

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
o 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'

(cem - 9 Aralık 2005 19:58)

the doors tribute albümü stoned immaculatede bir kısmı beat şair william burroughs tarafından pek karizmatik bi tonlamayla icra edilen lizard king şiiri.

(plynoz - 9 Aralık 2005 20:03)

lizard king'in bir şarkısıdır. kim olduğunu arayın bulun çok merak ediyorsanız.

lions in the street and 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 and disorder
back there over his shoulder

one morning he awoke in a green hotel
with a strange creature groaning beside him
sweat oozed from its shiny skin

is everybody in?
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 and shrunken
we were afraid to touch it
the sheets were hot dead prisons
and she was beside me
old, she's not, young
her dark red hair
her white soft skin

now, run to the mirror in the bathroom
look!
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 . . .

once i had, a little game
i liked to crawl back into 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 there i'm going too
release control we're breaking thru

way back deep into the brain
back where there's never any pain
and the rain falls gently on the town
and over the heads of all of us
and in the labyrinth of streams
beneath, the 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
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)

not to touch the earth
not to see the sun
nothing left to do, but
run, run, run
let's run

house upon the hill
moon is lying still
shadows of the trees
witnessing the wild breeze
c'mon 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
c'mon along, we're not going very far
to the east to meet the czar

some outlaws lived by the side of the 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
soon, soon, soon
moon, moon, moon
i will get you
soon!
soon!
soon!

let the carnival bells ring
let the serpent sing
let everything

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

'i am the lizard king
i can do anything
i can make the earth stop in its tracks
i made the blue cars go away

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
o 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'

(darknum - 10 Ocak 2006 04:18)