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Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Thread Started on Dec 22, 2004, 8:48pm »
For those who proffesed an interest here are some transcripts of Jim's notebooks from Paris.... I will post these in several post to keep them from becoming too long…..notes are made by Darkstar……
"In 1997 I was invited to purchase copies of several pages of Jim's poetry that was found in a box marked "127 Fascination." 50 people went in on the purchase and it was said that the 50 contributors would be 1/50th owners of one edition of poetry. Keeping this factor in mind I would like to share the contains of this book with you."
Since the book is dated in 1965 with no month I assume the majority of these poems and songs were written prior to Jim becoming a singer. I have never seen it confirmed but the Green Song Book could be the source of material that Ray Manzarek discussed with Jim on Venice Beach in 1965 before the Doors became a band.
Some of the pages were used in the books, Wilderness and American Night some were not.
The first pages will be from a Green Song book circa 1965-66 that was in a box marked "127 Fascination." From reading the notes from the person who transcribed the Green Song Book (see below) it looks like this book was found in 1986.
"I have heard several different stories about the history of "127 Fascination" and as such I am unable to give the exact history. As understand it, Pamela Courson came back from Paris with a box of Jim's poetry/songs/writings, etc and she wrote the words "127 Fascination" on the outside of the box and then stored it in a safe deposit box in San Francisco. Years later this box was discovered and copies of a couple of the items contained in this box were offered for sale in 1997 and that's how I aquired it for $50.00 in 1997."
I have transcribed each page of the book as it appears in front me.
First page of Green Song Book right cover is the date November 9, 1986, the initals of RP and a time of 9:02pm followed by this explaination.
Green Song Book of Jim Morrison (in long hand) part of 127 Fascination. This book is old, perhaps 20 or 21 years, well worn & used to the point of being fragile. Some pages are in pencil resulting in smudging, many places have come loose from the binding. In order to minimize the handling of the book, I have attempted to transcribe the songs & poems from the book in their entirety, in order and incorporating what I interpret as Jim's intended edits and corrections. I am anticipating review of my transcription by RM, PR, RK & JD in the future to resolve any problems of usage or ambiguous or unclear passages. Reed Prior
Inside Front Cover
Angel Flight
The hiss of the viper is heard in the land
What's happening, here
What's going on
What's happening, hey
What's going on
What are these people
Walking thru the room
These strange youths I hope it's over soon
The garden of earthly delights You're going too far out
Well we're almost there now I see the stair (now)
Get on your feet They're friends to greet
We're right on time Just yours and mine (break)
Get Ready, Ready, Ready As we drive on Drive on Drive on
Drive on Drive on I'm lost
It's too late Go back
Go back Too fast Too fast I'm gone So long Good bye Don't cry
The night will come & close your eyes
Note: After the line "till we get inside" at the same margin and intended to be a part of "Angel Flight" but later edited out are these four lines:
Keep on drivin, till we break thru, break thru, break on thru to the other side, our bodies gather & divide.
Work out fast! Work out fast Now work out fast
We're so close
We're so close
Get in line Collect your time We have to climb
We have to climb I'll help you now
I'll help you now I see the lights
I see the lights We're got to
Keep on moving Keep on moving
Get in stride Keep on moving Till we get inside
These lines, in pencil, like the rest of "Angel Flight" are crossed out in blue ink. Page 4 is blank, and on pages 5 and 6 'Break On Thru' was created, seemingly inspired by the excised lines from "Angel Flight" included are corrections in Jim's hand. (I have put the corrections in brackets)
Page 5
We gotta break on thru to the other side (The day begins the day night destroys the night)
You know the day/destroys the (day) night & the night/divides the (night) day
We tried to run/(I) we tried to hide
We/gotta break on thru to the other side
We/gotta break on thru/to the other side (band)
We chased/our pleasures here
We dug/our treasures there
Can you still recall/the times we cried
We/gotta break on thru/to the other side
I found an island/in your arms I found a country/in your eyes
Arms that chained us/eyes that lied
We /gotta break on thru To the other side
We/gotta break on thru/ To the other side
We made the scene/from (day to day) week to week(week to week)
From day to day/(year) hour to (year) hour
We/gotta break on thru/To the other side
We/gotta break on thru/to the other side
Page 7 has 7 or 8 lines in pencil which have been nearly obliterated by scribbled black ink and doodles in the style of J.D.M.
This concludes the Angel Flight - Break On Thru transcription - the notes that are present on the transcription were from the person who held Jim's Green Song Book in his hands.
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #1 on Dec 22, 2004, 8:48pm »
Some of this poetry/lyrics you will recognize as it was used on future Doors albums and there are some pages that we not used. This transcription is the beginning lyrics of two songs that would be edited and slightly changed to become Doors tracks in the future, "Summers Almost Gone" appeared on the "Waiting For The Sun" album and "Cars Hiss By My Window" would appear on the "L.A. Woman" album.
Page 9 (untitled)
Summer's almost gone Summer's almost gone It's almost gone now It's almost gone
Where will we When summer's gone
Summer's almost gone now Summer's almost gone It's almost gone now It's almost gone
Morning found us unaware Noon burned gold into our hair Each night we swam the laughing sea When summer ends where will we be
It's almost gone now Almost gone now It's almost gone It's almost GONE.
Page 10 is blank
Page 11 (untitled)
You can take my pictures You can rip them down
Baby you can move tomorrow To a different part of town You can call me on the phone & moan & sigh You can search this city For another guy
But don't look At me W/your eyes (2) No baby please don't look at me W/your eyes You can start going out/on your own You can show up at our places, all alone You can do a little dance they call The bye & bye You can start all over baby, if you try
Page 12 is blank
Page 13 (untitled)
Cars hiss by my window like waves on the beach My baby's right beside me But she's out of reach
Headlights thru my window Crawling on the wall I can't hear my baby Tho I call & call My window starts to tremble Like a sonic boom A cold girl will kill you In a darkened room
You are my window on a city When we turn off the light I walk into your whisper & fall thru the night
Dogs roam out my window in the cruel morning yard To lose your love & keep her Is more than hard
This posting starts with the familiar lyrics of Soul Kitchen.
Note: Unlike the transcription for Angel Flight/Break On Thru where I used brackets to represent where the corrections were made, the brackets used here were intentional as that is how it is written on the page.
Pages 14-16 contain work for Soul Kitchen and are covered with dark scribbles, corrections and edits.
Page 14 (Untitled)
Your fingers weave quick minarets
Speaking secret alphabets
I light another cigarette (and) learn to forget I learn to forget Learn to forget
(Break)
Yours is the only place I'll go When streetlights shed their hollow gold
Cars crawl past me And stuffed w/eyes My brain seems brusied In numb surprise
Page 15
Well, the clock says it's time to close(now) I guess I ought to go (now) I'd really like to stay here all night
I'd like to sleep all night In your soul kitchen Warm my mind by your Gentle stove I'd like to dream w/you in your Garden baby Near the fence where the Deep grass grows
I'd like to plant my brain W/your cigarrettes And teach my lungs new alphabets As your fingers weave Quick minarets
Page 16
And I learn to forget And I learn to forget And I learn to forget
Music
I know you've got to close (now) I know I ought to go (now) I really want to stay here ALL NIGHT
Pages 17 and 18 contain a single song
(Untitled)
I've been working on my lady All the live long night The way I've labored on my baby Has her mind uptight Every time I try to touch her She seeks the other side If she doesn't go tonight boy I'm losing all my pride
I've lost my pride All my self esteem The way I trail you baby Just don't seem clean
Page 18
When I get near you 3 blocks away My senses tremble My mind falls away And I'm yours I'm in your wave I lick your feathers clever slave
I'm like a window in a city When you turn off the lights I walk in your whisper And fall thru the night Fall thru the night Fall thru the night
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #2 on Dec 22, 2004, 8:49pm »
This posting starts with the lyrics to the untitled poem referenced here as "Moonlight Ride" which became Moonlight Drive" followed by an untitled poem which were the beginning ideas of what was to become "The Celebration Of The Lizard."
As you know the songs "Moonlight Drive" and "A Little Game" were recorded for the 1965 demos. This post starts on page 19 of Jim's Green Song Book circa 1965-66.
Page 19
Let's swim to the moon Let's climb thru the tide Talking in silence Tells us not a sigh So let's swim out together Cause it's our time to try babe And we've entered a river On our moonlight ride
Let's swim to the moon Let's climb thru the tide
I'm holding on to your hand Tho you sure don't need a guide It's easy to dig you Feeling you glide We're falling thru forests On our moonlight ride RIDE ON
Page 20 is blank
Page 21
Dutten Du Da Dutten Du Da Dutten Du Da Dutten Du Da " " " " " " " " " Once I had/a little game
I like to crawl/back in my brain I think you know/the game I mean I mean the game called go insane Blow your mind insane
Page 22
The idiot roars, in laughter Out my door The idiot roars, in laughter And strange things happened Out those doors Bout which I'll tell you More & more Like guerilla warfare On your mind
You plow into it from behind
It's filled w/brothers It's filled w/lovers
Page 23
It's filled w/fathers And smiling sisters It's filled w/ Miles & miles Of frightening mothers!
Scream
Burrow back, thru that cosmic past Burrow back, thru that cartoon past Burrow back thru that Gray T.V. past
Page 24
Burrow back/into That/radio dark night Burrow back/beyond all/ that
Burrow back/beyond all/ that Burrow back (Burrow back) Take a journey w* To the WEST!
(Girls scream in concerts) Singer laughs, sighs Out of breath Band glides on
Page 25
Every trip is a trip That I know Every trip is a trip We are told But a trip/is only a trip A trip is never a journey And journeys are better than trips But journeys mean numbers & numbers And take quite alot of time But don't leave you stranded On foreign shores Looking around, asking for more
Page 26
Way back deep into the brain Way past the realm of pain Back where's never any rain And in the labyrinth of Streams beneath And the quiet unearthly Presence of nervous Hilldwellers in the Gentle hills around Reptiles abounding, Fossils, cool air heights, Pools, caves, loam gardens, servants, dogs in the cruel
Page 27
Morning yards. 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 legal couples wrapped In sheets and Daughters Smug w/semen Eyes in their nipples Wait! There's been a slaughter here. Don't stop to speak
This next transcription from Jim's Green Song book is not a poem and it's not lyrics, maybe an idea for a future poem or song, maybe a rememberance from the past?
I leave that decision for each of you to decide for yourselves.
The pages are numbered with 29 & 30 first and followed by 28 & 30 and then 32,33 and 34.
Page 29 & 30 (Untitled)
I was going w/ a girl that summer who was nearly my age but still in school. The night she graduated we spent the night in my friend's house, who was w/ his family visiting relatives in Georgia. I had to climb thru the window while she held back the screen. Then I let her in thru the back door. We couldn't use any lights. She had brought a flashlite & a traveller's alarm clock in her purse, which she was never w/out.
Page 28 & 30
I got out early & stole milk & a Sunday paper and sat in an unfinished house. To wait for it to get lighter. The floors were concrete & there was alot of glass. The windows weren't in, & the doors were empty. Wiring was visible & gray nickle like slugs were scattered on the dirt floor I sat on a sawhorse & read. Then a pack of neighborhood dogs approached the house, become silent, sniffed, & entered like dogs in a wind, a storm raising their backs, as they approach like jackal. The leader edged closer & looked at me. "We jackal, we sniff after survivors of caravans, we reek bloody chaps on warfields, no meat, of any corpse deprives our lean bellies. Hunger drives us on scented winds. Stranger, traveller, peer into my eyes & translate the horrible barking of ancient dogs."
Page 32
We sat like that for a long time, staring.
Pages 33 & 34
I thought I heard my friends calling me. I resisted the idea for as long as I could & climbed out onto the roof. I peered over the edge on both sides. No one in the alley or the streets. No convertible packed w/flashing sunglassed heads. Mark was dead. Vince was in the freak house. B.J. as good as dead in jail. Alan & Bruce sitting on a state farm shoveling shit. The others dead. A few left who don't know where I live. They're at the other end of the world.
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #3 on Dec 22, 2004, 8:49pm »
This posting is a continuation of the transcription of Jim's Green Song Book Circa 1965-66.
Starting at page 35 with 4 familiar lines of "Hello I Love You."
Page 35
Hello I love you Would you tell me your name Hello, I love you Can I play in your game?
Page 36 is blank
Page 37
Contempt (Suspicion & Lies)
Page 38 is blank
Page 39 (untitled)
I'm addicted to you I'm addicted to you I'm an addict for your habit A rabidadabitit dodo
You're a drug to my pain You're a rug to my smile You're my roof to the rain You're a curve to my mile
Page 40 is blank
Pages 41-42
Strange Days
Strange Days have fallen on me Strange Days have fallen on me Strange Days have twisted my head
Strange Days have fallen on me Strange Days have fallen on me Strange Days have found me in bed
Strange Days have found me baby Strange Days have found me baby Strange Days have shown their light
Strange Days have found me darling Strange Days have found me darling Strange Days so clear at night
Rescue me from Rescue me from Rescue me from stranger days than these
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OPP. Emphasis
Today's transcription starts on page 43 from Jim's Green Song Book circa 1965-66.
Page 43 (Untitled)
Let's take a journey to the west
The night is warm & Thick w/rest I can't describe the Way she's dressed She'll cater to insane Requests Anything to please her guests
Page 44 is blank
Page 45
Dance! Dance! Dance On Fire
Page 46 is blank
(page 46 of the book is last page that is included in the copy - the next page after 46 begins with Page 94 - I looked through the copy and found no pages 47-95 - It's a mystery why these pages were not included.)
Page 94 cont. (Untitled)
To their friends, The dogs Who teach them trails Who can catch them Who can make Them come
Inside
Page 95 is blank
Page 96 (Untitled)
Quiet your heart Rest your mind Your man's on time (2)
He's w/another woman But he's right on time
Page 97 (Untitled)
I see you / Everywhere I see you / Everywhere
Faces poised on the brink Of repose or desire
Letters on the page Drifting signify your name The ink runs in your hair
Secret mystery buried there
Page 98 (Untitled)
Yesterday's Tomorrows claim I won't invent Another name Or rifle my insanity For just a hint a levity Inyour watchcar Willful wicked ways
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #4 on Dec 22, 2004, 8:49pm »
This post is a continuation from the previous posting of poems and lyrics from Jim's green song book circa 1965-66.
Page 99 (Untitled)
Silver evenings It's not over Silver evenings It's not over Silver evenings
Page 100 (Untitled)
She's selling time in the market Buying lies out in the hall The streets run w/her wisdom She'll follow you til fall
She's a bad one A good time girl Fast loser Naked eyes Careful She'll see you She'll see you She'll see you
Page 101 (Untitled)
You have to leave now I can't tempt you anymore Your eyes are unliquid Bandits of tears Condense all your wisdom Search in your years For an image of fever Coiled in the brain of snake
This will tell This will tell
Stay a while longer An eighth of an hour Part of an arrow Poised in the fire
Page 102 and 103 (Untitled)
Quiet times It's raining Curtains gone & eyes deceiving Plan your couches Easy easy Play your watches mild Quiet times Disaster out of doors Television roars back The woman at her own door Turn your creatures one by one & keep the peace tonite keep the peace tonite The mail will reach us Before noon We'll mold a new day Soon Invent new faces These won't do The old gets moldy Withers dies Let me see your faces Put them on Your eyes deceive me Don't believe me I could lie
Page 104 (untitled) Don't get upset It will be over soon Who scared you What time will do Time fever - Stop a while & take a little breather - Not while I'm hooked On time fever
This posting is a continuation from last weeks post re: Jim's Green Song Book circa. 1965-66.
These are the last pages to be transcribed to the board as the song book portion of the copy ends with this post.
Page 105 (Untitled)
I'm always wrong
The World's closing in on us
Locked in a prison of dreams I'm stone cold, dark & bound
Page 106 - in very faint pencil (Untitled)
I like the night And think about the night Wait for the night
Silence breeds mystery
My pride & joy
On time
Page 107 (Untitled)
A blank page Blank check Blank day Blank night & then you
Page 108 is blank
Several pages are torn out at the end of the volume
Back Endpaper
This is written upside down as follows:
Shanghai Express
We were happy for a day & a night
Happy Hour
The man rode away_____________________________________
This post concludes the transcription of the copy of Jim's Green Song Book circa 1965-66.
I hope you enjoyed the poetry and lyrics. The next postings will be from the "Paris Journal" part of the book.
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #5 on Dec 22, 2004, 8:51pm »
PARIS JOURNAL 1971
In continuance of Jim Morrison's lyrics and poetry previously posted on the board as JDM's Green Song Book circa 1965-66. I will share the collection of lyrics and poems from Jim's "Paris Journal." Which was part of 127 Fascination.
The paperback copy of the "Paris Journal" that I have is bound together with plastic ties and the front cover is a greyish, marble color and looks to be a college composition notebook as it is titled, "COMPOSITIONS" and in Jim's handwriting underneath the word compositions is the words, "Paris Journal" in script writing.
The pages in this section are not numbered, but they are in Jim's handwriting. The solid lines of the transcription are as they appear in the notebook. The broken lines indicate the end of a page.
When radio dark night existed & assumed control & we rocked in its web consumed by static stroked w/fear
We were drawn down The distance of long cities riding home thru the open night alone launching fever & strange carnage from the back seat --------------------------------------------------------------------- -
Morning flowing fever pool heavy water rise out w/great effort _____________________________________________________________________ _ _____________________________________________________________________ _
Tunnel where dreams are born
Crossroads. -dream-cell & star collide
diatomic night-flight
Stewardess fear plane-death
Marines are grinning, looking at camera Seals are screaming their strange rifle deaths
The eskimos have a delicacy Cram sea-gulls, live, beak feathers & claws, into clay pots. Seal & let sit, or bury until the festive season Break shell, slice & eat
The Meeting Place _________________ -Mt. Palomar - air-pistols -Griffith Park Observatory Meet in the mind. The dead & the absent She was all women, but surely all woman
<Women> select mate for visual - physical appeal, then engage in verbal warfare to test experience & intellegence quotient. <<My womb needs meat & words.>>
Pumping air in a tire. Pinball bell clicks gasoline. Counting. --------------------------------------------------------------------- - Bad bicth for breeding. She could not assimilate Kundalini (serpet spine forehead) powers. <When I was a little girl> Robin's egg blue - seperates men from boys. What makes children of us all?
What seperates men? -death, women, money. Youth & age --------------------------------------------------------------------- - This posting is a continuance of the transcription of Jim Morrison's Paris Journal. As previously, stated there are no page numbers to indentify with so I will use a line ---- as a page break. I speculate that the majority of these poems/lyrics were never finished and as such make be difficult to understand in some parts. Unfortunately, Jim didn't live to finish his work.
JIM MORRISON'S PARIS JOURNAL - PART 2
Amsterdam Windows
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Stewardess -your mask.....your mask a plastic surgical tube
____________________________________
Formica Fish Scales The old man's skin Friend of the President ___________________________________
Car cemetary The abandon cars The color of car paint, new at night, under neon The dead reside in cars ______________The old man dirty Keeper of the graveyard
Room close & stuffy. Tailors at work. A girl. An old man ? w/clothes on his lap & pieces of costume. << That guy.....Minsky.....No Good?>> The woman & girl concur
Time is fractured by color. A girl in a sailboat An island. Rock music. Enter movie house. Amsterdam bar & bowling alley Describe the town & inhabitants ____________________________________ ____________________________________
Who make us feel foolish for acting w/our eyes. Lost in the vanity of the senses which got us where we are. Children worship but seldom act at it. ....Who needs temples & couches & T.V.? We can do it on a sunny floor w/friends & make any sound or movement that comes. Roll on our backs screaming w/mirth glad in the guilt of our madness. Better to be cool in our worship & gain the respect of the ancient & wise weaving those robes. They know the secret of mind-change reality.
(playground swings the starved dreams)
What channel are we on? --------------------------------------------------------------------- -
The long sweep of road down the Canyon Boulevard. The battered speed-menacing sports car. Parks. Two angels leave laughing.
House on the side of a hill. Conversations in the yard. The room. Rug. A girl.
<<I just want a chance to be alive, to live & work>>
Youth enters. <<Are you going to make the scene this afternoon?>>
<<No, I doubt it.>>
Sensation of being fingered from behind. Struggling being forced. Then lifted to the swell of a real cosmic dream Flying, swimming. Thru space. Other entities revolving.
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #6 on Dec 22, 2004, 8:52pm »
This post is the third installment of transcription from Jim's "Paris Journal." Since the pages are not numbered, I have used a ----- as a page break. Solid lines will also appear in the transcript as contained in the book.
A woman or young girl's face appears, changing, changing. New woman of the future. Insanely beautiful in her natural erotic posturing. Ash blonde. Wise, smiling. To follow the feel or anticipate her smile, a danger. A threat to be met, to flee.
<<You are a lover, you are a lover>> Friendly. Taunting voices.
Old girl-friend enters studio. Greets each one. I ignore, eyes closed. A deep female moan begins to permeate the air. Unendurable. All have known her.
What message to me? A quality of ignorance or self-deception may be necessary to the poet's survival.
Sound of breathing from another bed. A dog, or one's own throat ventriloquised. ___________________________________
They come down the sand cliff toward the beach. The invaders. Can't start the cycle. Female mystic.
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Fine parrot & bedroom woman.
White horse mandala electric pirate stations of the cross criss-cross cry knee! _____________________________________________________________________ _ _____________________________________________________________________ _ _____________________________________________________________________ _
Religious trip ______ST ( this T could be a cross symbol)
He spies on lovers lane & found a condum (the word condom in this text is spelled condum)
<<If I ever catch you alone w/her again I'll kill you>> _______________________________
People look strange on the edge of a stream The sea is more vast than your pale mystery Feel lucky to live here. _______________________________
The appliance of theatrical make-up to an outsider must surely come-off A, grotesque ceremony. My sister, my brother, & her friend. I needn't have worried. That's why I am always select in advertising in local papers. A few minutes beforehand to rest the face & dissolve the preceding day. --------------------------------------------------------------------- -
Leaving the Phone-Booth I was struck by a whiff of the weird.
Insane old country woman come to haunt the haunts of town
Hairy legs w/open sores
Florida monster insane animal baby woman
From what swamp or under-rock did you crawl to remind us what we chose to leave? _________________________________
Sailors & wives drunk in the weeds by the side of the road I see you & pass you by
Ghost T.V. <O God, I'm dead? Television city Soft sweet iris animal lens a rose swallowed by the code of light ---------------------------------------------------------------------
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #7 on Dec 22, 2004, 8:52pm »
- This is Part 4 of the transcription of Jim Morrison's "Paris Journal." Once again I'm using a broken line ---- to indicate a page break and the solid lines_____ wherever they appear in the book of poems.
__________________________________________________ Archery - The Moon __________________________________________________
All-swarming dish-like elegance __________________________________________________ Say No More __________________________________________________
-That sure was a mouthful. -You said it. __________________________________________________ --------------------------------------------------------------------- -
Man tending hill-fire The shock of orange __________________________________________________ Man & boy shooting log __________________________________________________
Ghost Town Trails Gay death's head /spaces Cemetary Suburbs Kites Horses gris-gris Ape Priest Rice Warm Woman --------------------------------------------------------------------- -
humans existing naked among rocks. dry bone of quiet revels an animal among animals cooking building eating _________________________________________________
The American Night _________________________________________________
For leather accrues The miracle of the streets The scents & smogs & pollens of existence
Shiny blackness so totally naked, she was totally un-hung up
(Lights now on we look around to see our fellow Travellers) --------------------------------------------------------------------- -
Backyard brothel neon electric super-space The crossroads where worlds meet exist on all levels The gods are present in this insane living room ______________________________________________
Starfish gluttony What are the word forms for cosmic encounter Wedding flesh & mind in one body
The Wedding-dress
Young woman lies in bed festivities below He steals her - a dream --------------------------------------------------------------------- -
The needle can't follow her rage Literal hair-raisiing screams The Queen of the Magazines _______________________________________________
Trip 100
_______________________________________________ Where'd you learn about Satan - out of a book
Love? - out of a box _______________________________________________
You must confront your life which is sneaking up on you like a rapt coiled serpent
Snail-Slime space> You must confront The inevitable eventually Bloody Bones has got you! --------------------------------------------------------------------- -
No answer No amigo Nobody there he's gone __________________________________________
& each morning he expects to find his parrot or his cobra or his soft redeemer __________________________________________
I'm always hungry War-torn Germany She saw corpses of soldiers Sailing in the Seine
Past faces of drinkers in sidewalk cafes __________________________________________ --------------------------------------------------------------------- -
-What do you w/a dead man's things?
I'd hate to think I ever made a girl cry
Snake in a shoe-box beautiful rattler Older boys cabin We'll all go down in history
Screen Test ___________
led from tune to snake snake to room at this address steps the old woman did it --------------------------------------------------------------------- -
The record stuck at << the instant of your birth >>
Forget it! Getting married. Have babies.
I'm learning to like it never knowing leaves a field free miner's wives ______________________________________________
New nestered folk-hawk minor trouble - free lay her speeding mattress which moves ______________________________________________
Slick white bison Terror on the rise Child-bride --------------------------------------------------------------------- -
She came to pray in a Ghost-Tree white solid reefs of rain on dark nights nostalgic house by the waves a few hours before the war ___________________________________________
When you move your strange young centimeters just like that
It will take time to get into this safe w/your wand
Hope is just a word. When you think in Table Cloths Laughter will not end her funny feeling or assuage our strange desire Children will be born --------------------------------------------------------------------- -
<< It is time to speak of unspoken things ?? >> __________________________________________________
Welcome to the American Night where dogs bite to find the voice the face the fate the fame to be tamed bu the night in a quiet soft-luxuriant car hitchikers line the Great Highway _________________________________________
Connexions do exist to make connections _________________________________________
Cock-pit I am real Take a snapshot of me He is real, shot Reality is what has been concealed from us for so long birth sex death we're alive when we laugh When we can fee the rush & spurt of blood ---------------------------------------------------------------------
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #8 on Feb 7, 2005, 9:04am »
shit i just found this.... really great thanx for postin......
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #9 on Feb 7, 2005, 9:40am »
Thats why I split Jim up... There were a lot of poetry threads here but they were dissapearing to page 6 on Jims section. Seems a shame to lose out on talking about the poet so I made the poetry section....
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #11 on May 28, 2005, 11:56pm »
wow that is really cool. thanks for the opportunity to get to read this. exceptional. these were written in 65? do you know who had them all these years?
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #12 on May 29, 2005, 3:57pm »
They are part of the mysteriously titled '127 Fascination' box that was found with God alone knows what else inside......who has this stuff I don't know but parts of it appeared in the Lisciandro/Courson efforts Lost writings Of JDM parts 1 and 2 that we are familiar with. There is probably a lot more we don't know about still waiting to be released......
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #14 on Jul 26, 2005, 1:14am »
The "Paris Journal" offered on Ebay is similar to what I have but not exactly. My copy is bound together, not single sheets.
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #15 on Jul 26, 2005, 12:06pm »
The ebay guy probably has the same as you Sara and is now just making a buck out of photocopies of the copies he has. Sad really. If I had that I would just do what you did..... give it away to anyone who asked me for a copy.
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #16 on May 4, 2006, 12:57pm »
This was auctioned in 2001....dunno how much it went for....but a lot I imagine.....supposedly Jim's among Jim's last writings.....
Final Book of Poetry by Jim Morrison Written within a month of his death (July 3, 1971).
Moments In Time is proud to announce the acquisition of the Final Book of Poetry kept by Jim Morrison. Written entirely in Morrison's hand, this extraordinary discovery was given to Morrison's roommate the day before his death. It offers deep insight into Morrison's tormented last days. An auction is scheduled for June, 2001 with details to be announced soon. Private offers over $325,000. shall be considered before auction, for immediate sale. Arrangements can be made to view the original book of poetry. We will be happy to respond to your inquiries. Starting auction bid ..........$225,000.
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
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Re: Jim's Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #17 on Jun 11, 2006, 11:06am »
This new poetry book Jim Morrison: Treasures has just been announced with a section called Things Known which is a sorta best of Jim poetry and Things UnKnown which will feature new stuff ....possibly from this Paris Journal as the Courson clan do not control Paris Journal as it was sold on the Internet. Personally I would have preferred a new Lisciandro effort but at least we will see something that exploits the bloke as an artist rather than his mug on a new Best Of CD.........
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #18 on Jun 11, 2006, 6:27pm »
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Re: Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal « Reply #19 on Jul 11, 2006, 1:23pm »
We presented Stuart who organised the Tribute In Motion poetry tribute to Jim with a bound copy of this volume as a thank you on behalf of all here at Doors Talk for all the work he has done to make the tribute a great success in 2005 and bettered it in 2006. He was a bit pleased....... In a period where it seems that Doors fans are rather thin on the ground as can be seen by the lack of interest in message boards and Doors sites across the Net its a refreshing trend to celebrate Jim the Poet rather than the other Jim's out there with something like TIM...........maybe the interest will reignite....lets hope so but it's disturbing that hardly any Doors fans posted anything at all Jim related even on a board like the official forum for the 35th anniversary of the loss of Jim Morrison.......maybe Doors fans have tired of the Doors? Hope not....we here will continue to keep a flame burning but its a shame that all the work that goes into boards and sites is not receiving the support from Doors fans..........
TIM is the way forward in my eyes as its fan driven and will never allow an official involvement .....its from us and is of us and celebrates the Jim Morrison that got us all interested in the first place...........well done Stuart.....Jim would have been proud to see the street next to the cemetery full of folks reading and listening..........
"That's the trouble with reality!.... it's taken far too seriously! I do hope God is good to me and Santa Claus to the children! Celebrate...this parties over...I'm going home!"
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