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  1. Sometimes I feel like I can't even sing (say, say, the light)

    I'm very scared for this world

    I'm very scared for me

    Eviscerate your memory

    Here's a scene

    You're in the back seat laying down

    The windows wrap around

    To sound of the travel and the engine

    All you hear is time stand still in travel

    and feel such peace and absolute

    The stillness still that doesn't end

    But slowly drifts into sleep

    The stars are the greatest thing you've ever seen

    And they're there for you

    For you alone you are the everything

     

    I think about this world a lot and I cry

    And I've seen the films and the eyes

    But I'm in this kitchen

    Everything is beautiful

    And she is so beautiful

    She is so young and old

    I look at her and I see the beauty

    Of the light of music

    The voices talking somewhere in the house

    Late spring and you're drifting off to sleep

    With your teeth in your mouth

    You are here with me

    You are here with me

    You have been here and you are everything

     

    Sometimes I feel like I can't even sing (say, say, the light)

    I'm very scared for this world

    I'm very scared for me

    Eviscerate your memory

    Here's a scene

    You're in the back seat laying down

    The windows wrap around

    To sound of the travel and the engine

    All you hear is time stand still in travel

    and feel such peace and absolute

    The stillness still that doesn't end

    But slowly drifts into sleep

    The stars are the greatest thing you've ever seen

    And they're there for you

    For you alone you are the everything

     

    m. stipe

  2. I WANT TO TELL YOU

     

    I want to tell you about

    Texas Radio & the Big Beat

     

    it comes out of the Virginia Swamps

    cool & slow

    w/plenty of precision

    & a back beat narrow

    & hard to master

    some call it heavenly

    in its brilliance

    others mean & rueful

    of the Western dream

     

    I love the friends I have

    gathered together

    On this thin raft

    we have constructed pyramids

    in honor of our escaping

    This is the land where

    The pharaoh died---

    Children

    The river contains specimens

    The voices of singing women

    call us on the far shore

     

    & they are saying

    "Forget the Night

    live w/us in Forests

    of azure" (meagre food for

    souls forgot)

     

    I tell you this;

    no eternal reward will

    forgive us now for

    wasting the dawn

     

    One morning you awoke

    & the strange sun

    & opening your door ...

     

    J. Morrison

  3. The voyeur, the peeper, the Peeping Tom, is a dark

    comedian. He is repulsive in his dark anonymity,

    in his secret invasion. He is pitifully alone.

    But, strangely, he is able through this same silence

    and concealment to make unknowing partner of

    anyone

    within his eye's range. This is his threat and

    power.

     

    J. Morrison

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