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Time Machine

The Doors - Hello, I Love You (Live)

I am posting this today, because 46 years ago we lost the wonderful, Jim Morrison, lead singer with The Door. Jim died on 3rd July 1971, in Paris, where he was buried, in the famous Père Lachaise Cemetery.

Hello, I Love You was a hit song by the American rock band The Doors from their third album Waiting for the Sun, which was released on July 3 1968. It was the lead single from the album, released June 1968, with Love Street on the B side, it reached number one in the USA  and selling over a million copies.

Hello, I love you
Won’t you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you
Won’t you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game

She’s walking down the street
Blind to every eye she meets
Do you think you’ll be the guy
To make the queen of the angels sigh?

Hello, I love you
Won’t you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you
Won’t you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game

She holds her head so high
Like a statue in the sky
Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long
When she moves my brain screams out this song

Sidewalk crouches at her feet
Like a dog that begs for something sweet
Do you hope to make her see, you fool?
Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?

Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello
I want you
Hello
I need my baby
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello

I’d Rather Have a Flower than a Rock

Somewhere is a woman

crying, hating

the gift from

geology on her 

left hand.

She is alone,

this rock scratching

against her face as she

wipes away tears,

discovers darkness and 

neglect following

an abandoned promise,

like the tired children

of a third world country

given a shoddy contract

for a better future;

they polished her beacon

so everyone can see the price

of love,

that blinds everyone

with its costly

refraction of light.


Somewhere is a 

woman who planted a vow,

it opens with the sun

in clear, warm color

reminding her of possibilities.

Even in winter, when it

is hidden, 

she knows life sleeps

but is not forsaken.  

It is hers.

No one gave it to her.

She waters, nourishes

the seeds that fall

from the heart’s flower

in an endless cycle

of life and death.


Eternal love does not force

suffering onto others.

It is available 

to everyone,

willing to dig

just a little

for themselves.