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- You know the day destroys the night,
Night divides the day,
Tried to run —
Tried to hide —
Break on through to the other side!- "Break Through (To The Other Side)" from The Doors (1967)
- We chased our pleasures here,
Dug our treasures there,
But can you still recall
The time we cried?
Break on through to the other side.- "Break on Through (To The Other Side)" from The Doors
- It hurts to set you free, but you’ll never follow me.
- "The End" from The Doors (1967)
- People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down.- "People Are Strange" on the album Strange Days (1967)
- When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange.- "People Are Strange" on the album Strange Days (1967)
- Five to one, baby
One in five
No one here gets out alive, now
You get yours, baby
I'll get mine
Gonna make it, baby
If we try.- "Five to One" on the album Waiting for the Sun (1968)
- The old get older
And the young get stronger
May take a week
And it may take longer
They got the guns
But we got the numbers
Gonna win, yeah
We're takin' over
Come on!- "Five to One" on the album Waiting for the Sun (1968)
- At first flash of Eden, We race down to the sea.
Standing there on Freedom's shore.
Waiting for the sun...- "Waiting for the Sun" on the album Morrison Hotel (1970)
- This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.
- "Waiting for the Sun" on the album Morrison Hotel (1970)
- Killer on the road
His brain is squirming like a toad.- "Riders on the Storm" from the album L.A. Woman (1971).
- Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God.- "The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)" on the albums L. A. Woman (1971) and An American Prayer (1978)
- I'll tell you this —
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.- "The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)" on the albums L. A. Woman (1971) and An American Prayer (1978)
- Mute nostril agony.
- "Horse Latitudes"
- Don't let me die in an automobile
I wanna lie in an open field
Want the snakes to suck my skin
Want the worms to be my friends
Want the birds to eat my eyes
As here I lie
The clouds fly by- "The End; Live in New York" (1970), "The End; Live at The Hollywood Bowl" (1968)
The Lords: Notes on Vision
- Yoga powers.
To make oneself invisible or small.
To become gigantic and reach to the farthest things.
To change the course of nature.
To place oneself anywhere in space or time.
To summon the dead.
To exalt senses and perceive inaccessible images, of events on other worlds,
in one's deepest inner mind, or in the minds of others.
- (Windows work two ways, mirrors one way.)
You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows.
- The world becomes an apparently infinite,
yet possibly finite, card game.
Image combinations,
permutations,
comprise the world game.
- Cinema has evolved in two paths. One is spectacle. Like the phantasmagoria, its goal is the creation of a total substitute sensory world. The other is peep show, which claims for its realm both the erotic and the untampered observance of real life, and imitates the keyhole or voyeur's window without need of color, noise, grandeur.
- The subject says "I see first lots of things which dance — then everything becomes gradually connected".
- Few would defend a small view of Alchemy as "Mother of Chemistry", and confuse its true goal with those external metal arts. Alchemy is an erotic science, involved in buried aspects of reality, aimed at purifying and transforming all being and matter. Not to suggest that material operations are ever abandoned. The adept holds to both the mystical and physical work.
- They can picture love affairs of chemicals and stars, a romance of stones, or the fertility of fire. Strange, fertile correspondences the alchemists sensed in unlikely orders of being. Between men and planets, plants and gestures, words and weather.
- Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings. Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.
- The Lords. Events take place beyond our knowledge or control. Our lives are lived for us. We can only try to enslave others. But gradually, special perceptions are being developed. The idea of the "Lords" is beginning to form in some minds. We should enlist them into bands of perceivers to tour the labyrinth during their mysterious nocturnal appearances. The Lords have secret entrances and they know disguises. But they give themselves away in minor ways. Too much glint of light in the eye. A wrong gesture. Too long and curious a glance.
- More or less, we're all afflicted with the psychology of the voyeur. Not in a strictly clinical or criminal sense, but in our whole physical and emotional stance before the world. Whenever we week to break this spell of passivity, our actions are cruel and awkward and generally obscene, like an invalid who has forgotten to walk.
The New Creatures
- I can't believe this is happening
I can't believe all these people
are sniffing each other
& backing away
teeth grinning
hair raised, growling, here in
the slaughtered wind
- Do you dare
deny my
potency
my kindness
or forgiveness?
- Camel caravans bear
witness guns to Caesar.
Hordes crawl and seep inside
the walls. The streets
flow stone. Life goes
on absorbing war. Violence
kills the temple of no sex.
- Cool pools
from a tired land
sink now
in the peace of evening
Clouds weaken
and die.
The sun, an orange skull,
whispers quietly, becomes an
island, & is gone.There they are
watching
us everything
will be dark.
The light changed.
We were aware
knee-deep in the fluttering air
as the ships move on
trains in their wake.
- This is it
no more fun
the death of all joy
has come.
An American Prayer (1978)
- Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.Me and my mother and father, and a grandmother and a grandfather. were driving through the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car, or just — I don't know what happened — but there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death.
So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time I tasted fear. I musta' been about four — like a child is like a flower, his head is just floating in the breeze, man. The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back — is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians... maybe one or two of 'em... were just running around freaking out, and just leaped into my soul. And they're still there.
- Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom?
Have you been born yet
& are you alive?
- Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
- Now listen to this...
Ill tell you about texas radio and the big beat
Soft driven, slow and mad Like some new language
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars...
Out here we is stoned...
Immaculate.
- O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
and perfect our livesThe moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying
We live, we die
and death not ends it
- I touched her thigh
and death smiled
- We have assembled inside this ancient
& insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
& flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets
- Resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
- I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower.
I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
- Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws
- I will not go
Prefer a
feast of Friends
To the Giant family
- The program for this evening
is not new. You have seen
This entertainment through and through.
You've seen your birth, your
life and death; you might recall
all of the rest — (did you
have a good world when you
died?) — enough to base
a movie on?
- They're making a joke of our universe
- Let's swim to the moon, uh huh
Let's climb through the tide
Penetrate the evenin'
that the City sleeps to hide
- Do you know freedom exists in a school book
Did you know madmen are running our prisons
Within a jail
Within a gaol
Within a white free protestant maelstrom
We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle
We're trying for something that's already found us.
- Always a playground instructor, never a Killer
- Her cunt gripped him like a warm friendly hand.
Interviews
- Take an Indian home to lunch.
- When asked how the USA should celebrate the Bicentennial, as quoted in Avant Garde Magazine (March 1968)
Misattributed
- You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher.
Come on baby, light my fire —
Come on baby, light my fire —
Try to set the night on fire.- "Light My Fire" (1967). Because Jim Morrison sang this as a breakthrough hit for The Doors and was the group's primary songwriter, this is often mistakenly thought to have been written by him. It was actually written by guitarist Robby Krieger, as were some other songs including "Love Her Madly," "You're Lost Little Girl" and "Touch Me" (as well as some other songs on the Soft Parade album). The second verse of the song, however, was written by Morrison.
- There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.
- Aldous Huxley, using the term "the doors of perception" which originated with William Blake in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell. It is sometimes credited to Morrison because he cited it in interviews as the inspiration for the name The Doors and without always crediting Huxley as the source.