I think I like this...
but it's definitely not me...
it's Jim Morrison once again LoL
This looks like a paper placemat from a
Chinese restaurant, most likely on
Staten Island judging by the date that is
written in pen on the opposite side...
1981 Fe . 5th
I didn't ship out for the navy until Nov 1981.
Jim was so huge in my life during
the early 80's especially when
the doors long time manager,
published the book
in April of 1981. It created such a huge
resurgence of everything "doors!"
Including some of my writing!
A bit of a "woe is me" effort here,
but it flows pretty well.
And I also see a line from a Richard Prior
comedy sketch there at the top right!
So fuckin' good!!
Also along the way I see I changed to word
"prison" to "prism"
I changed it back to prison.
But like with so many facets of life...
somehow it almost always comes down to music,
and how the creativity of others'...
helps soothe "our own" turbulent moments in life!
Now how fuckin' cool is that!!
Live Your Own Life
Running roaming rapid foaming
The voice of one approaches us
It's deep it's strong and sometimes a hex
Why boys get crazy and girls they vex
Hot sweat and dead prison
The eyes of youth
Look upon it's distorted colors
And indecision
The ideas of wealth and power
Why yes even I have fallen to my knees
Before it's tremendous tower
Luck... skill and the will to win
The pride they must hide and discipline
You must shatter the border
And obliterate the chaos and disorder
Start your ascent to get to the summit
You mustn't stop until you've done it
They pound that thought into your brain
And expect your thoughts to remain half sane
The American way he screams and shouts
Well I'm sorry folks I have my doubts
My hands are full with the troubles I've got
I don't need no smart ass college boy
Puttin' me on the spot
I get by the best I can
You don't like it, that's too bad
I try to stay happy and keep a stiff upper lip
But I'm sorry there boy
I just don't have enough for a tip
But when I'm down with a heavy frown
And my spirits need a lift
I turn on my radio and play my records
And share their precious gift
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