Jims Green Songbook & Paris Journal

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

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 and transcriptions are made by Darkstar……

"In 1997 I (Darkstar) 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

The gate is strait/ & (big) & wide

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.

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

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. Darkstar


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

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

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.

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

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 notincluded.)

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

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

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

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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. Darkstar

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

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 them 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. Darkstar



COMPOSITIONS - "PARIS JOURNAL" by Jim Morrison

Snake Farm

The Mine
&
The Monkey

Fear of the monkey-pit
Falling thru embryos

Cyanide process

Ton of slag
Ounce Of Gold

They crush it < brain crush

Eyes like smart
apes

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Mantras

Fuck Shit Piss Kill

Death is riding over the hill

Someones coming to do you in

Fuck Shit Piss Kill

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The American Night

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
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An American Prayer

(page is blank)

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Abandon factory
The young giant
Overcome

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Morning flowing fever pool
heavy water
rise out w/great effort
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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

Seal-Skinning

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The gudied tour
2 visitors - spies - signals
<< I am a guide to the labyrinth >>
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City is inside of body made manifest
Meat organs & electrical lines
power plants

__________

The place where walking down
death-row (<<you look like you're>>
maps - AMERICUS - a river-vein
We ride along

__________

Give forum to the passing world

__________

Freeways are a drama, a new
art form. Signs. Houses.
Faces. Loud gabble of Blacks
at a bus stop

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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

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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

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<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.
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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?

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1st Wild thrush of fear

When?

- A phone rings
There is a knock on the door.
It's time to go.
No.

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<<Have you ever seen God?>>

-a mandala. A symetrical angel.
Felt? yes. Fucking. The Sun.
Heard? Music. Voices.
Touched? An animal. Your hand.
Tasted? Rare meat, corn, water
wine.

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What seperates men?
-death, women, money.
Youth & age
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- 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

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Formica Fish Scales
The old man's skin
Friend of the President
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gleaming in the
airplane sun

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A branch, Volcano star wall




The rivers are veins


Fire-stick

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rise fire roam
regard everything equally
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beach scene from pornographic
novel. The sun, the heat. In
a beach cave sanctioned by
the tide of adolescence.

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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

Children, curious, throw stones

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Create the gods again
A sylvan landscape
2 youths & a girl. A tree.

The animals
Talk to the trees

Vegative kingdom
Wild women

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Women in rooms
Cars in desert forest fields
Dogs, cats, couples, children
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Night. Flood-lit backyard.
Trees & darkness beyond.

Figures, an animal, move
across the yard-stage

A party is going on
in the house.

A woman raped on her
Wedding night.

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Marie Laveau
Voodoo queen
hypnosis
sleep & dreams
death
farms
early colonists

Old feelings revived by
the rain. Winter city.
Slow wet streets -
lanquid tires, wipers.

Black couple

Middle-aged woman
cooing & fluttering
an erotic backbend
from a nylon magazine

Invent a clock on the wall

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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

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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
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Race Track

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<The Movie Gang>




Deep Fighting
Sleezy & grand (in her speech)
It's time to be clear
Dry water
What is real?

The evasive pose, a cocked
hip on the edge of a cliff

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To admit fear creates
a vaccum which must
be filled by action
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Touch scares because
It ends in sex & does
not an orgy always
end in victim?

________________________________

Worship w/words, w/
sounds, hands, all
joyful playful &
obsence - in the insane
infant.
________________________________

Old men worship w/long
noses, old soulful eyes.
Young girls worship,
exotic, indian, w/robes

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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?
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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.

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

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.

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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.

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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.

___________________________________

Fine parrot & bedroom woman.




White horse mandala
electric pirate
stations of the cross
criss-cross
cry
knee!
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_
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_
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_

Religious trip
______ST ( this T could be a cross symbol)

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Jack the ripper
Wax Museum
Prison
Music of the spheres


Compass pts.

Ritual of dress

Money, the beauty of
(currency
pale green
greasy
ornate
soft furrowed
texture)

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There is an equal pull
inward, a return
to all things.

Muscular imagination.
I have ploughed my seed
thru the heart of the nation.
________________________________

She goes w/out reality
Whiskey yellow hair
________________________________

Enter the slip
of the warm womb tide

Wet labyrinth kiss

digging the walls
& riding the lies
all holes & poles

Walk down a street
A drive to the beach
Drowning man's flash
A town in siege
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Gay electric madness
The horse of Troy
___________________________

The desert
________roseate metallic blue
& insect green

blank mirrors &
pools of silver

a universe in
one body
_______________________________

Take-off Orbit Re-entry
Touchdown

All ballgames, finish wires
& endings / combine to reach
their mutual conclusion

sweet & cruel, all swelling
final come
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Chinese newsprint
Dancing over the fires of hell
<Book of Martyrs>
_______________________________

I am astonished.

Strange meat doll & sacred cow.
Horizons

We're entering the zone
of sparrows

Letter from an inmate:
They let us do anything
we want here.


Porcupines not in the field
A comedy of manners
Soft underbelly

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-

The grandhighway
is
crowded
w/
lovers
&
searchers
&
leavers
so
eager
to
please
&
forget.

Wilderness
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-

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.
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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

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Mockery is an admission of belief.
_____________________________________

grass, acorns, children
on rivers, rooftops of cities.
_____________________________________

Red plummage stone
The pluderers assault
The mircle
& advance
Their dream
_____________________________________

Fiery angel
Bliss
_____________________________________

Ghost T.V.
<O God, I'm dead?
Television city
Soft sweet iris
animal lens
a rose swallowed
by the code of
light
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[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

-
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
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indian robe
naked legs
high heels

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Bibulous compound of
muck & mulch milk

Tenbrous connections
in forest & farm

All-swarming dish-like
elegance
__________________________________________________
Say No More
__________________________________________________

-That sure was a mouthful.
-You said it.
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Man tending hill-fire
The shock of orange
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Man & boy shooting log
__________________________________________________

Ghost Town
Trails
Gay death's head /spaces
Cemetary
Suburbs
Kites
Horses
gris-gris
Ape
Priest
Rice
Warm
Woman
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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)
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Tuscon Arizona
Scotsdale Arizona
Phoenix Arizona

Townhouse
Mountain shadows
_____________________________________________

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
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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!
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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
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-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
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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
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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

Wild swan
____________________________________________

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
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<< 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
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[thebadcowboy]

shit
i just found this....
really great
thanx for postin......

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

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....

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

My All time Fave Doors Fan Poetry

Says it all for me anyhow

4 JDM.


Mad America
hurt him into poetry
Mad America


would not get him


Portrait of the artist
as a young detainee




at the time of it's capture
no one knew he would be


the father of a great nation

getting out of town
free to run in a new wood

checks no cash
plastic people


what I have to show you
cannot be bought sold
traded or exchanged

'I'm lonely' he declared
in public often
to capacity facilities

and they attempted to
capture him again

far from home
one final attempt
he made a final entry

on it's cover he wrote
Paris Journal





Michael White
from Kentucky

[mywildlove4371]

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?

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

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......

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

Someone is touting this on ebay and selling photocopied sheets of the book.....
They have a photo and I wonder if its the same as what Sara got?

[darkstar]

The "Paris Journal" offered on Ebay is similar to what I have but not exactly. My copy is bound together, not single sheets.

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

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.

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

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.

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

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.........

newdoorstalk.proboards43.com/index.cgi?board=poet&action=display&thread=1149792691

[gizmo]

thank u .
thank u.
thank u.

damn what an intresting reading.

cheers mate

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

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..........


TIM info here
newdoorstalk.proboards43.com/index.cgi?board=atim