I'm a creep....I'm a weirdo...I wish I was special...

I love this song...

"Creep" by Radiohead

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here...

She's running out again,
She's running out
She's run run run running out...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special...

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.

Hurry! Why? No reason!

Big cities are evil...they make you feel so small...but you have to go there!

You have to be a part of it! You have to breath the polluted air! You have to be one with the crowd!

But you can't stand the noise...you can't stand people's eyes...still, you're a part of it!
You go to the supermarket to shop...but you can't find the soap you want and you've picked the wrong cereals...you have to pay for what you've bought but you simply can't find where you've put your money...you have to wait in the queue to pay...you check you're watch...you're late again!

You go home...empty! You turn on the television...pure garbage! You decide to listen to music...there's no real music, only noise! You make something to eat...it's tasteless! You go to sleep...nightmares! You wake up...routine!

Am I being a pessimist or is our life screwed up?

I hate big crowds. When I'm in places with lots of people I can't breath, I get nervous, scared, sometimes I even shake! It's not normal...I've managed to control my fear...I avoid eye-contact...you can lie but you're eyes always reveal the truth...

I went to the record store and found my best friend, trying to find out what record she'd buy. It wasn't planned, it just happened...I spent ten minutes with her, long enough to make me smile!
I had to go somewhere else...so I left her there and headed back to the hustle and bustle of the city...

Everybody seems to be busy...everybody walks fast...every body's gone mad...
Am I one of them? Perhaps...

Ghost Song

The first picture I'm posting...a dead tree...Oh how I crave winter!

I really like this song...it can be found on the album "An American Prayer". It contains poems by Jim Morrison with music by The Doors...

"Ghost Song" by The Doors

Awake.
Shake dreams from you hair,
my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and the sign of your day,
the day's divinity,
first thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon,
couples naked race down by its quiet side,
and we laugh like soft, mad children,
smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they crooned, the ancient ones.
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon beneath the moon,
Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest,
enter the hot dream,
come with us.
Everything is broken up, and dances.
Indians scattered on Dawn's Highway bleeding,
ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

The Doors of Perception...

My blog is named after the poem Jim Morrison read and decided to name his band “The Doors”. I like the title. We all have a different perception of reality, of life, of vision. The doors are always there, waiting to be opened. It’s up to us to choose the door we like the most and accept what’s in it. We either accept it or open another door. That’s what life is. A long corridor with countless doors. Each door hides something; pain, love, despair, hatred, death, happiness and misery. It’s up to us to open the right door when we need it the most.

“The Doors” happen to be my favorite band too. You can’t listen to their music when your mind is locked. You need to get rid of your doubts and drown in their music. It’s not just music, it’s philosophy. You’ve just entered the magical world of Jim Morrison’s lyrics and the psychedelic music accompanying them. Morrison was writing poetry. Morrison was a poet. He was a rock star, a singer, a drug-addict, a sex symbol but first of all he was a poet.

I’ve spent many nights staying awake, listening to The Doors. They are one of the few bands I’m obsessed with. I like many bands and artists but there’s only a small number of the ones that really thrill me. If I’d had to decide my top 5 it would probably be something like this:

1) The Doors

2) Nick Cave

3) Depeche Mode

4) Led Zeppelin

5) ...............

I always leave number 5 blank. It’s for the bands I like but only for a certain amount of time. Now it’s HIM. A month ago I was in love with Placebo. It depends on my mood…

Music is everything, isn’t it? I don’t dare to imagine my life without music! It would be dry, boring and emotionless. I love making music, expressing myself through lyrics.

I think I’m getting carried away! I only wanted to explain the title of my blog and I started talking for music!
So....it's pretty obvious that I love The Doors...
More is to come...

First Post!

This is my first post! I don't really know what to write...
I never had the ability to write in my own way...
So...don't judge me from my first post...
I'll find time to post more...