Current mood:	pensive
Current music:	Steve Taylor's album I Predict 1990

Somebody told me I hadn't been using this tonight.
And, of course, tonight is the night I hear "Jim Morrison's Grave" by Steve Taylor for the first time in forever. I never was the biggest fan of the Doors, but these lyrics clobber me.

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Am I a pilgrim or another souvenir hound?
In the city of lights I set my sights
on a king's domain
It was a manhole, dug over at the edge of town
And a spray can scrawl on the cemetary wall said
"You'd better behave"
Jim Morrison's grave

It's getting cold here, and there ain't a lizard in sight
Did the end begin when you shed your skin
in the home of the brave?
Somebody shake him from the land of larger-than-life
Where the remnants warn of a legend born
in a dead man's cave
Jim Morrison's grave

I stay driven 'cause there's nowhere to park
I can't shut my eyes - I'm afraid of the dark
I lie awake - that stone left me chilled to the bone
Sound the alarm before it's done
Find Jim Morrison

Come away to Paris; let him see another day
Let him fade out slowly - only fools burn away
Let a true love show him what a heart can become
Somebody find Jim Morrison
Find Jim Morrison's grave

I get weary, Lord, I don't understand
How does a seed get strangled in the heart of a man?
Then the music covers like an evening mist
like a watch still ticking on a dead man's wrist
Tick away...