Wednesday, 22 January 2014

The Doors Live

Ahhhh the celestial movie showman, the adoring fans, the Texas backbeat narrow and hard to master. Sorry Justin Beavers and Timberslake, this is the real thing - Kingsnake limbs furiously pumping before the dawn. These live performances have etched themselves in my fractured eggshell mind, singing the Blues long before the world began ...

It was the greatest night of my life.
Although I still had not found a wife
I had my friends
Right there beside me.
We were close together.
We tripped the wall, we scaled the graveyard
Ancient shapes were all around us.
The wet dew felt fresh beside the fog.
Two made love in an ancient spot
One chased a rabbit into the dark
A girl got drunk and balled the dead
And I gave empty sermons to my head.
Cemetary, cool and quiet
Hate to leave your sacred lay
Dread the milky coming of the day.

By South Utsire

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