a feast of friends

geceye bir jim morrison gerekiyor. her geceye gerekiyor belki ama şuan enfes hissettirdi bana.
sözleri hakkında yorum yazacaktım ama siz dinleyin, hissedin istedim ve vazgeçtim.*
her şeyden bıkmış olan güzel insanlara bu ziyafeti armağan ediyorum. *

jim morrison'un an american prayer'ının açılışıdır. toplu eserlerinde de güzel yerde kitapta, diğer şiirleri de bu kadar güzel, keşke ömrü yetseymiş de hepsini söyleseymiş. bezmişlik ve arayış dolu sözleri, ve istek, yaşamaya istek.

sözleri de şöyle tabi:


wow, i'm sick of doubt
live in the light of certain
south
cruel bindings.
the servants have the power
dog-men and their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors.

i'm sick of these dour faces
staring at me from the tv
tower, i want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
strangers in the mud
these mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed.

they are waiting to take us into
the severed garden.
do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
comes death 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 it's other jaw reveals incest
and loose obedience to a vegetable law.
i will not go
prefer a feast of friends
to the giant family