I stay driven
Cause there's nowhere to park
I can't shut my eyes
I'm afraid of the dark
I lie awake, that stone
Left me chilled to the bone
Sound the alarm before it's done
Find Jim Morrison
Come away to Paris
Let him see another day
Let him fade out slowly
Only fools burn away
Let a true love show him
What a heart can become
Somebody find Jim Morrison
find Jim Morrison's grave
I get weary
Lord, I don't understand
How does a seed get strangled
In the heart of a man?
Then the music covers
Like an evening mist
Like a watch still ticking
On a dead man's wrist
Tick away
-Steve Taylor, "Jim Morrison's Grave"
1 comment:
Taylor comments: "The idea started [in the mid 80's] when I went to Paris and visited Jim Morrison's grave. The experience made me think a lot about who Jim Morrison was and what he stood for. I was into The Doors' music and read a biography of Morrison called, No One Here Gets Out Alive. As I read the book, a picture emerged of Jim Morrison as someone who embraced the Rock-n-Roll myth, 'It's better to burn out than to fade away.'
"I guess he thought of himself as somewhat of a 'tortured artist' who not only believed that genius justifies cruelty but that genius and selfishness are inseparable. And that's really how he lived his life. He was very cruel to the people who were close to him, even the people who loved him.
"'Jim Morrison's Grave' asks the age-old question: Does artistry justify being a weasel? ...Morrison left the world some intriguing music. As far as I'm concerned, that's not enough."
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