Heute vor 51 Jahren am Vortag des Independence Day wurde Jim Morrison in seiner Wohnung in Paris tot aufgefunden.

Each house repeats a mold, windows rolled
Beast car locked in against morning
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
Dust lying under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters, smug
With semen eyes in their nipples
Wait
There's been a slaughter here ...
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Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town, we're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come...
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(The Doors, Celebration of the Lizard, 1970)
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Rest in Peace, Jim. You too, Ray.