picture a lone road in the desert with one car on it. that car is a 1956 Chevy Bel Air with a beautiful 2 tone color red and white. just driving down the road. look in the inside theres no one, you get in you drive on this endless road then you look around the car. then you see a beautiful finished red and white interior. then later you look around again a shotgun appeared out of nowhere. and that red headliner, you touch it its blood, fresh blood. you open the glove box you see a hand, freshly cut. then you panicked, you are scared that something might happen to you. then you try to escape the doors are locked and the windows are unbreakable, you try to crash it, stop it, then the car accelerates at a supernatural pace. you pass out, then you wake up in the car in the desert in the middle of nowhere, midnight. you cant leave, your last resort is that shotgun. you put it on your mouth and pull the trigger. end of the night.
Reading poetry, beneath the moon, listening these song and a candle beside me, drinking red wine. Jim you are a magician with your sublime and misterious poetry. Thank you so much.
Every night and every mornsome to misery are bornevery morn and every nightsome are born to sweet delightsome are born to sweet delightsome are born to Endless Night. - William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
Pentium4Guy
picture a lone road in the desert with one car on it. that car is a 1956 Chevy Bel Air with a beautiful 2 tone color red and white. just driving down the road. look in the inside theres no one, you get in you drive on this endless road then you look around the car. then you see a beautiful finished red and white interior. then later you look around again a shotgun appeared out of nowhere. and that red headliner, you touch it its blood, fresh blood. you open the glove box you see a hand, freshly cut. then you panicked, you are scared that something might happen to you. then you try to escape the doors are locked and the windows are unbreakable, you try to crash it, stop it, then the car accelerates at a supernatural pace. you pass out, then you wake up in the car in the desert in the middle of nowhere, midnight. you cant leave, your last resort is that shotgun. you put it on your mouth and pull the trigger. end of the night.
Joseph Garcia
Cool song . Love the spooky intro! Video fits song perfectly , Great job !!!
anonymous female
this song feeds my soul
MilkSteakAnd Magnets
Some good things only happen once. Jim Morrison and the doors are two of those things. Its a very sublime and melancholy paradoxical feeling to have.
Unknown
Wish it was longer than 3 minutes...so beautiful
Vampire Princess Niome
Reading poetry, beneath the moon, listening these song and a candle beside me, drinking red wine. Jim you are a magician with your sublime and misterious poetry. Thank you so much.
Keith Wallace
Every night and every mornsome to misery are bornevery morn and every nightsome are born to sweet delightsome are born to sweet delightsome are born to Endless Night. - William Blake, Auguries of Innocence