Song Lyric Sunday — The 27 Club

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt, Jim Adams has asked us to focus on artists who are members of the 27 Club, or who died at the age of 27. Many of the 27 club musicians lived fast-paced lives, with the cause of death often drug and alcohol abuse or suicide.

My focus is Jim Morrison. Morrison was born on December 8, 1943 and died on July 3, 1971. He was the lead vocalist for the band The Doors. He had a wild personality and delivered electric performances with his poetic lyrics. Many fans of rock considered him the most influential frontman in the history of rock. Morrison died of heart failure in a bathtub in his apartment in Paris, but no autopsy was conducted, as French law does not require one.

Together with pianist Ray Manzarek, Morrison founded the Doors in 1965 in Venice, California. The group spent two years in obscurity until shooting to prominence with their number-one single in the U.S., “Light My Fire,” taken from their self-titled debut album. That’s the song I’m featuring. It’s probably The Doors’ most widely recognized, well known song, and has become the band’s signature song.

Most of “Light My Fire” was written by Doors guitarist Robby Krieger, who wanted to write about one of the elements: fire, air, earth, and water. Krieger came up with the melody and wrote most of the lyrics, which are about leaving inhibitions behind in flames of passion. At first, the song had a folk flavor, but it ignited when Morrison wrote the second verse (“our love become a funeral pyre…”). Ray Manzarek came up with the famous organ introduction, and drummer John Densmore contributed, coming up with the rhythm. Like all Doors songs of this era, the band shared composer credits.

“Light My Fire” was recorded in August 1966 and released in January 1967 on The Doors’ debut album. It was released as an edited (shortened for radio play) single in April 1967, and spent three weeks at number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.

Here are the lyrics to “Light My Fire.”

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire

The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah

The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire

FOWC with Fandango — Zhuzh

FOWC

It’s October 2, 2022. Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “zhuzh.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. Show them some love.

My Last Photo — September ‘22

Brian, aka Bushboy, usually post his monthly Last on the Card prompt on the first of the month. But this month, Christine Bialczak, at Stine Writing, is filling in for Brian, as his satellite feed has stopped due to a major power outage.

In response to this prompt, Brian asks us to…

  • Post the last photo from your camera’s SD card or the last photo from your phone taken in September.
  • No editing — who cares if it is out of focus, not framed as you would like, or the subject matter didn’t cooperate?
  • No explanations needed — just the photo will do.
  • Create a pingback to Brian’s post or link in the comments.
  • Tag “The Last Photo.”

So here’s the last photo I took on my iPhone in September.

I took this photo yesterday as my wife and I were walking the shoreline in Pacific Grove, California, where we spent the past week on our short vacation. Many of the rocky outcrops just off shore served as a resting spot for local pelicans.

Apologize

“You look like shit, dude. Your eyes are red and your skin looks yellow and clammy. You are the very portrait of a drunk with a bad hangover,” Dan said when he met Dwight at the coffee shop.

Red and yellow? Oh man, Dan, I’m in a real pickle,” Dwight said. “I got drunk last night and, of course, opened my mouth when I shouldn’t have.”

“What do you mean? What happened?”

“That’s just it,” Dwight said. “I must have said something dumb or irrational that got Barbara really upset or angry because she slapped me and ran out of the tavern in tears. I don’t remember what I said, but based upon the number of empty beer mugs on the table, I can guess it wasn’t good.

“You need to reach out to Barbara and apologize for whatever it is that you said,” Dan advised. “And then you need to stop drinking to excess if you aspire to keep her as your girlfriend.


Written for these daily prompts: My Vivid Blog (portrait), Ragtag Daily Prompt (red & yellow), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (pickle), The Daily Spur (mouth), E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (irrational), Word of the Day Challenge (numbers), and Your Daily Word Prompt (aspire).

Now I Understand

It has always baffled me how an ostentatious, megalomaniac billionaire like Donald Trump could be idolized by the masses, particularly the poor, undereducated people who seem to hang on his every word and believe every lie he tells. How could they vote for and continue to support him even though everything he stands for and does is against their own interests.

And then I came across this, an old Turkish proverb, and it explained a lot.