Every time I picture Jim Morrison in my mind's eye, he has hold of a half-swigged bottle of Jack Daniels or similar bourbon. While he might not be the greatest role model, he was certainly a quintessential rock star, poet, shaman and icon. Perfect for this blog. What's more, he wrote a song or two which involved whisky.
"Whiskey, Mystics And Men"
Well, I’ll tell you a story
of whiskey and mystics and men,
And about the believers and
how the whole thing began.
First there were women and
children obeying the moon,
Then daylight brought wisdom
and fever and sickness too soon.
You can try to remind me
instead of the other, you can.
You can help to insure
that we all insecure our command.
If you don’t give a listen,
I won’t try to tell your new hand.
This is it can’t you see
that we all have our ends in the band.
And if all of the teachers and
preachers of wealth were arraigned,
We could see quite a future
for me in the literal sands.
And if all of the people
could claim to inspect such regrets,
well, we’d have no forgiveness,
forgetfulness, faithful remorse.
So I tell you, I tell you,
I tell you we must send away.
We must try to find a
new answer instead of a way.
No comments:
Post a Comment