Jim Morrison's Grave

[Image: 'I Predict 1990' Front Cover]



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 cemetery wall
Said, "You'd better behave"

Jim Morrison's grave
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
Jim Morrison's grave
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
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

Recorded Appearances

About The Song

From I Predict 1990 Press Release, 1987:

"Jim Morrison's Grave," is a meditation on what Taylor calls "the rock and roll myth of 'It's better to burn out than fade away'" and the legacy of a star who fancied himself "a modern-day Dylan Thomas, not only believing that genius justifies cruelty, but that genius and cruelty are inseparable." Taylor got the idea for the song after accidentally stumbling across the non-stop party that takes place at the site of Morrison's grave in Paris.

From Cornerstone 1987, July 1987:

I was in Paris a couple of years ago, and I made a visit to a Paris graveyard. This is a song about what happens when people believe the lie that it's better to burn out than to fade away. This is called "Jim Morrison's Grave".

From Clone Club News Flash Winter 1988, Winter 1988:

The idea started a couple of years ago when I went to Paris and visited Jim Morrison's grave. The experience made me think a lot about who Jim Morrison was and what he stood for. I was into The Doors' music and read a biography of Morrison called, No One Here Gets Out Alive. As I read the book, a picture emerged of Jim Morrison as someone who embraced the Rock-n-Roll myth, "It's better to burn out than to fade away."

I guess he thought of himself as somewhat of a "tortured artist" who not only believe that genius justifies cruelty but that genius and selfishness are inseparable. And that's really how he lived his life. He was very cruel to the people who were close to him, even the people who loved him. So this song is just my thought about going to the grave, almost a stream-of-consciousness lyric.

"Jim Morrison's Grave" asks the age-old question: Does artistry justify being a weasel? The last line of the song is, "The music covers like an evening mist/Like a watch still ticking on a dead man's wrist." Morrison left the world some intriguing music. As far as I'm concerned, that's not enough.

From Christian Rock's "Bad Boy" Steve Taylor's Music Bites, The Dallas Morning News, April 9th, 1988:

Tall and skinny with a mane of blond hair and the profile of David Brenner, the 30-year-old Taylor wrote the song after he stumbled across Morrison's resting place during a stay in Paris.

"The first thing I noticed was a lot of bottles and cigarette butts," he said. "There was Doors graffiti everywhere and lyrics -- 'Break on through, Jim' -- covering up all available wall space. There was a group, maybe 15 or 20 people, standing around in a clump, and Jim Morrison's grave was in the middle.

"It was kind of like a non-stop party -- a rather sober party, but, you know, people hanging around, picking up vibes, waiting for him to come back or something. It starts making you think about who the guy was, what he stood for."

Taylor said he found no comfort in reading a Morrison biography that detailed the rock star's descent into drugs and alcohol and his sometimes vicious abuse of friends and family.

"They elevate these guys into mythic proportions and assume that that's some kind of role model to follow," he said of Morrison's ever-loyal cult of fans. "There's nothing attractive about dying in a bathtub."

From Now The Truth Can Be Told Liner Notes & Song-By-Song Essays, Now The Truth Can Be Told Insert Booklet, August 23rd, 1994:

A stream-of-consciousness graveside meditation on the folly of dead-rock- star worship, and speaking of Kurt Cobain--who was, I think, far more honest and far less cruel--when anyone takes an unblinking look into the well, if they don't find living water, they'll find nothing but a black hole. I assume Kurt Cobain could only see the latter.

Some wonder what causes so many people to commit suicide. I wonder what causes so many people not to. Everyday I'm convinced afresh that apart from God, nothing makes sense.