t he -nOah The Celebration of the Lizard Jim Morrison lions in the streets and roaming dogs in heat rabid foaming a best caged in the heart of a city the body of his mother rotting in the summer ground he fled the town he went down South and crossed the border left the chaos and disorder back there over his shoulder one morning he awoke in a green hotel with a strange creature groaning beside him sweat oozed from its shiny skin is everybody in the ceremony is about to begin