They call you, “the one who makes women mad” You reside in an ancient gallery of dancing souls Who are you one may ask The rich creamy tone of a bluseman The ocean of ones most inner fear The beauty of the queens forgotten tear The rhythm of the beat-nick’s words With your culture stare and crooked neck Like a marble sculpture of the great Alexander Who you are I may not know I will wait until the day of my death In your blue fortress we will meet Don’t be late
you got it, it was about morrison but not the movie i just read "no one here gets out alive," his bio you should check it out
