Heute jährt sich Jim Morrisons Todestag zum 40. Mal.

When the music's over
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

for the music is your special friend
Dance on Fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
until the end
until the end
until the end

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful death comes on a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for,
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders, smooth as raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
and loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends to the Giant family.

(Jim Morrison, aus: An American Prayer)

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