crankySo, submitted for your perusal, are two verses from Steve Taylor's song 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
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
So this one goes out to ther other permanent residents of Pere Lachaise: Chopin, Wilde, Piaf, Bizet, Moliere -- be glad your fans were never like this.
