The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.
JIM MORRISONThe grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.
JIM MORRISONWindows work two ways, mirrors one way. You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows.
JIM MORRISONNo one here gets out alive.
JIM MORRISONIndians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.
JIM MORRISONSome people surrender their freedom willingly but others are forced to surrender it. Imprisonment begins with birth.
JIM MORRISONBlood is the rose of mysterious union.
JIM MORRISONI am the Lizard King. I can do anything!
JIM MORRISONI believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
JIM MORRISONThe world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.
JIM MORRISONHow can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio.
JIM MORRISONThe best songs just come unasked for. You don’t have to think about them. Summer is a good time for songs.
JIM MORRISONNobody would stay interested in me if I was normal
JIM MORRISONLove cannot save you from your own fate.
JIM MORRISONYou have a lot of small choices. It’s like . . . I guess it’s the difference between suicide and slow capitulation . . .
JIM MORRISONI like any reaction I can get with my music.
JIM MORRISONTwentieth-century culture’s disease is the inability to feel their reality.
JIM MORRISON