Why was J.M. so crazy?

On the first album, his voice was pretty amazing...but that slowly went downhill. He had his moments, I'll give him that.

 

the songs on the first album were also awesome... well, backdoor man was awesome, but i do love that song.

 

jim was not one of the greatest singers, as soulrebel said he mumbled a lot of his lyrics and he never really wrote any GREAT songs IMO.

 

no, he didnt... the songs i like bast are all covers

 

I think it was probably his a tempt to appear artistic, as apposed to the boring waste of space he was.

Sorry if this sounds cruel, but it is astounding how such idiots become so idolised, his lyrics are shite.

 

funny how he's known as a great lyricist though...you gotta admit he wrote some really good stuff but he's just so idolized that the doors have lost what they used to do for me. still listen to them from time to time though. really I'm kind of torn between, this band was just really great in the way they did what they did/but it's just all too familiar to me so the magic is long lost

 

and what really great songs were those? "The End," lyrically, is not a great song.. the only one I can think of is "Moonlight Drive."

 

look below, oops

 

I was saying it's ironical that he's KNOWN as a great lyricist, never said I thought so...he did write SOME really good stuff...I never mentioned the end

 

He was into that shamanistic crap, including taking spider venom. This, like thujone poisoning (absinthe) causes visions, creativity etc. but at the cost of your neurons. Like overrevving an engine and burning out yr brain.

Of course he killed himself long before that though - the diagnosis of penile cancer did him in. He refused to live without his "Lizard King" and died intact.

 

you said that he wrote some really good stuff, and I was asking you what songs those were.

 

i think his lyrics are great i dont know y people gotta frekan bash him like that.. same with his voice.. whats wrong with his voice?!

 

I looked at you
You looked at me
I smiled at you
You smiled at me

And we're on our way
No, we can't turn back
Yeah, we're on our way
And we can't turn back
'Cause it's too late
Too late, too late
Too late, too late

And we're on our way
No, we can't turn back
Yeah we're on our way
And we can't turn back

I walked with you
You walked with me
I talked to you
You talked to me

And we're on our way
No, we can't turn back
Yeah, we're on our way
And we can't turn back
'Cause it's too late
Too late, too late
Too late, too late

And we're on our way
No we can't turn back
Yeah we're on our way
And we can't turn back
'Cause it's too late
Too late, too late
Too late, too late

?

If I had to say someone's lyrics were great... their names would be Ani DiFranco, Robert Hunter, John Prine, or Bob Dylan.

 

ha man you guys really fucking suck... what does it take to get some good understanding and appreciation of good music here? or for that matter, ANYWHERE? i am ashamed. i am deeply, horribly ashamed of what man has come to be. all of you *spit*

 

why does everyone like the crappy doors, im horribly ashamed that you cant understand that jim was not good at writing songs, he was not a good singer, he was not a good poet.

 

right on brother!

 

wow. that is the most stupid thing i have seen all day. "crappy doors" eh? hahahahahaha oooook man... ...im speachless..

 

ur rediculous, i bet in a year you dont listen to them at all.

 

Mr. Mojo Risin' was a rebel in his own time. The Lizard King himself embraced the dark side, man. He was a brilliant man, but he wasn't meant to harness his energy into music. The stage was his film set. Not having a camera nor a script killed him, man. He wasn't the best at what he did- At the time- he was the only one that did what he did. There's been a thousand Morrison clones since, so the light has burned out on his magnetism, man....

 

she came to and her
whole life was how she remembered it
she had a mouth full of fur
and she was laughing
she parked her hearse across
three spaces posted motorcycles only
and jumped out shouting
wha the cus could make a nice girl like us
feel so lonely?

are you weary as water
in a faucet left dripping
with an incessant sadness
like a sad record skipping
and an ugly and ornery
and shadowy dread
lurking like a troll under the bridge
between your heart and your head

please dumb blind kind sir
lend little miss listless a little bit of christmas
she's been a real good girl
but now she's stuck here
the world is so little and still
mysterious and ominous as ever before
like an unmarked bottle of pills
on the shelf right next to the thing
you were reaching for

swing the groove 'round here
where i can reach it
when i get my ass back on track
i'm gonna need it
swing shift til i get the money
to buy me and my baby a moon full of honey
then i'm gonna turn off the nagging voice
that follows me to bed
and fills my head with
you suck...

Saint Stephen with a rose
In and out of the garden he goes
Country garland in the wind and the rain
Wherever he goes the people all complain

Stephen prosper in his time
Well he may and he may decline
Did it matter? Does it now?
Stephen would answer if he only knew how

Wishing well with a golden bell
Bucket hanging clear to Hell
Hell halfway 'twixt now and then
Stephen fill it up and lower down
and lower down again

Ladyfinger dipped in moonlight
Writing "what for?" across the morning sky
Sunlight splatters dawn with answers
Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye

Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow
What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned
Several seasons with their treasons
Wrap the babe in scarlet covers, call it your own

Did he doubt or did he try?
Answers aplenty in the bye and bye
Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills
One man gathers what another man spills

Saint Stephen will remain
All he's lost he shall regain
Seashore washed in the suds and the foam
Been here so long he's got to calling it home

Fortune come a crawling, Calliope woman
Spinning that curious sense of your own
Can you answer? Yes I can
But what would be the answer to the answer man?

High green chilly winds and windy vines in loops around the twisted shafts
of lavender, they're crawling to the sun

Underfoot the ground is patched with climbing arms of ivy wrapped around
the manzanita, stark and shiny in the breeze

Wonder who will water all the children of the garden when they sigh about
the barren lack of rain and droop so hungry 'neath the sky?

William Tell has stretched his bow till it won't stretch no furthermore
and/or it may require a change that hasn't come before.

Up in the morning
Work like a dog
Is better than sitting
Like a bump on a log
Mind all your manners
Be quiet as a mouse
Some day you’ll own a home
That’s as big as a house

I know a fella
He eats like a horse
Knocks his old balls
Round the old golf course
You oughta see his wife
She’s a cute little dish
She smokes like a chimney
And drinks like a fish

There’s a big old goofy man
Dancing with a big old goofy girl
Ooh baby
It’s a big old goofy world

Now elvis had a woman
With a head like a rock
I wished I had a woman
That made my knees knock
She’d sing like an angel
And eat like a bird
And if I wrote a song
She’d know ever single word

Kiss a little baby
Give the world a smile
If you take an inch
Give ’em back a mile
Cause if you lie like a rug
And you don’t give a damn
You’re never gonna be
As happy as a clam

So I’m sitting in a hotel
Trying to write a song
My head is just as empty
As the day is long
Why it’s clear as a bell
I should have gone to school
I’d be wise as an owl
Stead of stubborn as a mule.






A worried man with a worried mind

No one in front of me and nothing behind

There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne

Got white skin, got assassin's eyes

I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies

I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train



Bridge #1:

Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose

Any minute now I'm expecting all hell to break loose



Chorus

People are crazy and times are strange

I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range

I used to care, but things have changed



This place ain't doing me any good

I'm in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood

Just for a second there I thought I saw something move

Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag

Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag

Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove



Bridge #2

Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too

Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through



(chorus)



I've been walking forty miles of bad road

If the bible is right, the world will explode

I've been trying to get as far away from myself as I can

Some things are too hot to touch

The human mind can only stand so much

You can't win with a losing hand



Bridge #3

Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet

Putting her in a wheel barrow and wheeling her down the street



(chorus)



I hurt easy, I just don't show it

You can hurt someone and not even know it

The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity

Gonna get low down, gonna fly high

All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie

I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me



Bridge #4

Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake

I'm not that eager to make a mistake



(chorus)