photograph of the late great genius poetry rock-n-blues band The Doors.

ESCALIER 2 (re. The Doors' 'The End') more than 135 speed-written lines.

"Here come the solemn brontes we always watched them come and their mad eyes always glared
And they read 'Bibliobus'??!!
This state is unkind, do not read my mind This state is unkind, do not think again
No time to fear the mortal sun No time to watch the falling rain
This state is unkind, do not think again The madness of sin strangles with pain
The softness of lies and deaths hereafter Injected with stars, this city of shame
Sodomises fields, filled with grain.
The brontes were bibliophiles The brontes were bibliophiles I saw the gorgons standing where
The classroom screamed with laughter.
Driver, touch this steering-wheel Driver, touch this steering-wheel Do not taunt nor steal
Do not taunt nor steal I saw the classroom scream with laughter
The son of man lies half-stoned where Mankind takes a long vacation
And characters of sand lie near The glassy eyes of the staffroom.
The green-line bus calls us The green-line bus calls us
The Brontes were bibliophiles Their students read Escalier
I saw death's classroom scream with deadly laughter.
The mind awoke, with a shake, And taunted death then strangled pain I see there is a rolex-drink
Worn on the wrists of mad children And children have no mind-thoughts
And their teachers are insane Waiting for the renal brain-drain.
The brontes were bibliophiles Their students read Escalier I saw the gorgons standing where
The classroom screamed with laughter The mind is just too goddamn good
The mind is just too goddamn good The brontes were bibliophiles James Joyce lived in a Martello Tower?!!
This state is unkind, do not read my mind This state is unkind, do not think again
I'll never see into the eyes of the insane I'll never see into the eyes of the arcane and i say, once again,
That the brontes were bibliophiles
And death's Students read Escalier
I saw the classroom scream with laughter OO i saw the glassrooms shrill for lady easy Fathers
Do not read my mind - instead, kill me.
Do not read my spine - instead, fill me with cobra crones and curried sugar-chromes
Do not dare heed de Time - instead, wash a wallet under sloanes and take a camera for a groan..
Ev'rybody turned the light down Ev'rybody please turned the light down: Tom Baker
Means Sweden Ehh? Did James Joyce lived in Germany or did Virgina rule god's book-makers?
Ev'rybody turned the lights down
Ev'rybody please turned the goddamned Light down Ohhh:
Tom Baker means Holland: Ophelia holds a hollow candle
There are films to groan Films to moan Films to snare Cartons to drink from
There are kilns to stone Files to hone with canny fanny-thumbs
There are films to own Dreams to loan Films to share macadam and bones
..
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please every single babby turned the light down
Tom Baker is a triptych wasp; Jamieson means 'Osnaburgh'?...
If these words seem stupid Accept your sex is strangled If your parents lisp
Please lie with the devil's emptied children
Ev'rybody turned the light down Ev'rybody please turned the light down
Wet sex is dimmed.
Fielding means Housman Housman means H Auden means Phil Larkin; Ohm!
Red Tatlin drank don perignon,.
If your teachers are stupid Please lie for your children
If grey preachers seem rancid, then go cry after crazy cats and evil chickens.
There are films to moan Films to groan Films to snare Cartoons to shrink from.
Mind is too long Mind is too long Mind is just too goddamned long.
If you hear from your parents Please lie with your children
Stockholm means Tom Baker Jamieson means Osnaburgh.
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please turned the light down.
There are films to groan Films to moan Hamlet was Hamnet
Shakespeare thrilled his children Ophelia was a buzzing wasp.
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please turned the light down.
Flesh is eaten And fleshes are children Bread cabins burn
And brandies are salved By the tears in love's eyes.
Boards must break Beds benite The penis of the hollow moon.
If you make no sense Please accept that you have tried
To poeticise the fields of rhyme
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rbody please turned the light down.
There are rolex drinks And milks to drink from
Candles to burn Bibles to kill.
Take the highway west Take the highway west To the fields
To the fields
To the Aalu-fields.
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Tom Baker means Norway This perfect place is shrunken
I frequently used a candle.
Stockholm means bastard Children live for zero Scissors and knives die in Germany.
The easter foods for xmas rot: Ides Will shadow wrought iron
If your teachers were stupid Accept your words are polos
Do not devour the lotus-flower.
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Dylan Marlais Thomas was the Elohim James Joyce lived in an expansive tower
Ev'rybody please turned the light down.
The zero deed, the shuttle need, The eunuch seed spurts from shaved shoe-leather
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please switch the light off

Here and Now!!!"..

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copyright jdb 2004

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THE END REVISITED written by jdb 2005.
(after The Doors' "The End")....      precisely the same number of lines as the bona fide 'The End'.

This is the end, my student friends
This is the end, my prefect friends
The end of our elaborate school-scams
The end of everything that stands
The end
No safety or school-surprise again
The end
I'll never look into glad teachers' eyes again..

Can you picture what will be
So studious but free
Desperately in need of a teacher's hand
In a disperate teetering tutored wasteland
Lost in an olden wilderness of schooled Spain
And all the teachers are inane
All the teachers are inane
Waiting for the summer train

There's no danger here in this classed town
Ride the highway west, baby
Fierce scenes inside the classrooms
Ride the king's thrill-ride, baby.
Ride the thrill-ride "Snake"
Ride the thrill-ride "Snake"
To the amusement lakes
The ancient snake-shake baby

The thrill-rode "Snake" is long
Seven truanting pupilled miles
Ride the trillers under desk-dials
God's gold And his skin is gold
The West hits the desks
The West hits the pissed
Get here and we'll thrill the sexed

The school-bus is calling us
The school-bus is calling us
Teacher, where you taking us?
The teacher awoke before dawn
She put her suit on
She took a face from the ancient bathrooms
And she walked on down the walls
She went into the rooms where her students lived
And then she paid a visit to her brothers
And then she walked on down the scrawl-halls
And she came to the glassrom doors
And she looked inside:
Headmaster?
Yes, love
I want to kill you
Mother, see how much i have always loved and forever missed you..

Come on, baby, take a walk with us
Come on, baby, take a walk with us
Come on, baby, take a walk with us
And meet me at the back of the greenline bust
On the school-rubs
By the school-bugs
On the blue buds
By the blue busts

Who now? c'mon, baby
Good luck
Thrill Thrill Thrill Suck Suck Suck fuck fuck fuck
Kill Kill kill oooo
This is the end, studious friends
This is the end, my prefect friends
The end

It hurts to set you free
But you've always followed studied dreams
The end of glasses and hornsrims eyes
The end of nights we got real high
This is surely somehow the very end or is it
just the damned examed beginning?

FUCK FUCK FUCK the glaziers in de Classrooms
Cum rotative in Woman's serpent bath
FUCK FUCK FUCK the deadeners of de Staffed Dunes
Come dilative in Humans under masques
And the yields of mad Menkine use FUCK for school-flasks
And the Mona Lisa has two faces in one sacked Mind

It hurts to set manyana pupilers far and free
But Youth into Age will eternally corpse and murder me
And the nights classers raised families from ideal summer-feed
Will fuck plebs till officially dead

This is the end, my student friends
This is the end
Fucked and reaped

Lah. Lah. Blardy DaDa Hahhh.

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Copyright James Bellamy & James Dastear 2005.

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NEVER MIND! (after The Door's 'The End')

This is my mind. Do not be unkind. This is my mind, this you will find
That every word I've said is sane. No need to fear the flailing rain
No woman here may purge my pain
I'll never see into mad eyes again.

Can you see what you have done by working for the healing sun?
My mind is filled with strange refrains - no need to say sad words again,
No safety in disguise again. The words I speak are taught by hollow men
Who reign on stars estranged from earth by the yellow scars of birth.
The moon is bright and far away. No need for thoughts that do not pray.
This paraclete is untouched by Medusa's foreplay.

No need to know the words we say or hold our hands in strange display -
The world still spins, from day to day?

Can you feature in the films about the moon's conquest
Of madness on the rise from the murdered tameless West?
Walt Whitman said 'go west'. Walt Whitman said 'go west'.
Do not fear the words of the huntress in her carmine vest.

Ride my mind, ride my mind - do not seem unkind and
Ride my mind, baby. Do not rape the blind and
Ride my mind, baby. The mind is cold and its sin is manifold.
Ride the mind, ride the mind - do not kill the blind and
Ride my mind, baby.

The killer he awoke before the dawn and then he rode the thoughts of gloom
And then he rode the halls of wicked Spain
Then he looked around and he saw god's son
He said - " Jesus, you are crucified one billion times. You must go blind!
There is no vacant room here for your feinted fucking painted reign!"

Lost in the mind, with things we cannot feel, and all the things we do must
break right through:
All the things we do must break right through - why hear the shallow schemes men
prove?

The snakehead is calling us, the snakehead is calling us.

Athena rides the thoughts we played when we was young
And Hera speaks about the women girls have laid
No safety in disguise again
I'll never look into your serpent mind again?

This is my mind. Do not be unkind. This is my mind, this you will find -
That every word I've said is sane. No need to fear the evening train
Man's mind is filled with strange refrains.
I'll never find a way to seize this mind from day.

The snakehead is calling us, the snakehead is calling us.
Estella, where you sharing us?

No need for safety nor surprise. God's mind goes wide??!

The mind is the best the mind is the best.
Walt Whitman told us all to take the highway west.

Driver, touch the wheel
Driver, touch the wheel -
Do not taunt nor steal?

The snakehead is calling us, the snakehead is calling us.
Medusa, tell us, why do you catch the rural bus?

Driver, touch the wheel, driver, touch the wheel
Do not taunt nor steal.

This is my mind. Don't be unkind. This is my mind, This you will find
That every word I've said is sane. No need to fear the fallen veins
No safety in disguise again
I'll never look in to mad eyes again.

The snakehead is calling us, the snakehead is calling us
Medusa, tell us, why do you take the rural bus?

Rural Bus, Rural Bus -
Do not trust the words mankind has driven into dust.

Rural Bus Rural Bus -
Driver, drive this school-room in to words men trust.

Rural Bus, Rural Bus -
Drugged drugged drugged drugged by twelve blue eyes,
Worthless words spit from the serpent skies.

School-bus School-bus School-bus -
Estella, meet us at the back of the classroom.

Fuck Fuck Fuck
KILL KILL KILL.

This is my mind. Don't be unkind. This is my mind, this you will find -
That every word I've said is sane. No need to fear glad words again.
Desperately in need of some mad preacher's game
I'll never look into mad eyes again.

This is my mind. Do not be unkind. This is my mind - no safety in surprise again No need to fear mad words again
This is my mind. Do not be unkind -

Pray Kill me?

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PAID Copyright © JEDB, 1991