I am the Lizardking, I can do everything!

Jim Morrison var mikill orðsins brandur, einsog sést í ljóðaupplestrarlaginu The Ghost Song:

Awake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day
And choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy

The music and voices are all around us
Choose, they moon, the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

Athugasemdir

[Arnþór Magnússon (IP-tala skráð) 6.7.2007 kl. 01:38]

Sæll vertu gamli vin.  Langaði bara að kvitta fyrir lesturinn.

arnþór

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[Hákon Baldur Hafsteinsson, 7.7.2007 kl. 02:15]

Blessaður!

Takk fyrir innlitið. Þurfum að detta í það einhvern tímann með lækkandi sól og rifja upp gamla tíma.

HBH