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Title: The life of Jim Morrison.
Post by: atrainradio on October 13, 2015, 1542 UTC

Jim Morrison met a twentieth century fox named Pamela Courson. His first words to Pam, an L.A. woman, were "Hello, I Love You". They returned to her home on nearby Love Street, where Morrison proceeded to love her madly. After a night of crawling king snake, Pam decided she and Morrison were meant to be together. Jim later joked "Pam, you're going to be the death of me" before going off to take a bath. (too soon?)

Title: Re: The life of Jim Morrison.
Post by: Pigmeat on October 13, 2015, 2326 UTC

She drove around the L.A. basin in the same canary yellow VW for close to 20 years, before and after Jimbo.

If vomit stains could talk......

Title: Re: The life of Jim Morrison.
Post by: John Poet on October 15, 2015, 0026 UTC

Let's swim to the moon, uh huh
Let's climb through the tide
Penetrate the evenin' that the
City sleeps to hide
Let's swim out tonight, love
It's our turn to try
Parked beside the ocean
On our moonlight drive

Let's swim to the moon, uh huh
Let's climb through the tide
Surrender to the waiting worlds
That lap against our side
Nothin' left open
And no time to decide
We've stepped into a river
On our moonlight drive

Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
You reach your hand to hold me
But I can't be your guide
Easy, I love you
As I watch you glide
Falling through wet forests
On our moonlight drive, baby
Moonlight drive

Come on, baby, gonna take a little ride
Down, down by the ocean side
Gonna get real close
Get real tight
Baby gonna drown tonight
Goin' down, down, down

 ~Jim Morrison

Title: Re: The life of Jim Morrison.
Post by: Skipmuck on October 15, 2015, 2104 UTC

Yes, the River Knows
Please, believe me
The river told me
Very softly
Want you to hold me, ooh

Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breathe under water 'til the end
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breathe under water 'til the end
Yes, the river knows

Please, believe me
If you don't need me
I'm going, but I need a little time
I promised I would drown myself
In mystic heated wine

Please, believe me
The river told me
Very softly
Want you to hold me, ooh

I'm going, but I need a little time
I promised I would drown myself
In mystic heated wine

Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breathe under water 'til the end
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breathe under water 'til the end

Mr. Mojo Risin

Title: Re: The life of Jim Morrison.
Post by: Pigmeat on October 15, 2015, 2240 UTC

I thought he did his drowning in bourbon, barbiturates, and a claw foot bathtub?

Jim was one of the main focuses of the "disappearing hitchhiker" urban legend in the early 70's. He and Jesus.

Personally, I think it was hippies all the way around. Long-haired guy in sandals hitch-hiking in 1973? Bound to be a hippy. Who would pick him up? More hippies. Who get's stoned and thinks a VW van can actually go over twenty-five miles an hour? Hippies. Who get's the idea "I'll freak these guys out on the next hill, claim I'm Jesus, and jump out of this clown car and into the bushes."? A hippy. They'll do anything when they're on the dope.

If you noticed, that kind of stuff stopped when Elvis died. Why? The King doesn't hitch rides anywhere. He leaves the building and gets in the limo, thank you very much.

Title: Re: The life of Jim Morrison.
Post by: Skipmuck on October 16, 2015, 0038 UTC

Everyone knows Elvis didn't die on the throne with a digestive tract packed with fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches and loads of pills of every persuasion. He was a Federal agent..... ;)
They say he's still hanging around laundromats these days...