Hey Jim's dead and gone
left me here to sing his song.
I've got the shamans muse.
I've got the shamans blues.
Hey Jim what did you know.
Where did your spirit go.
Awaken upon dawns highway sky
immersed within the television eye.
The wild rebellious sixties child
rolling the high dice wild
elegantly profane madly to inspire
burning with original fire.
Hey Jim battering conformity door
attuned only to natural law
playing Byron's horned ring beast
dining upon the pork fork feast.
The Glowing charismatic flame
courting stardom taunting fame.
Did you appear immaculately hip
to communicate 'The Doors' trip.
Hey Jim shining poetic brother.
Dreamer and potent music lover
exploding like jewelled starlight
celebrating the endless night.