Are you still talking to, all of those dead film stars like you used to. And are you still thinking of all of those pretty rhymes and perfect crimes like you used to love, and if you're still alive, when you're twenty five, shall I kill you like you asked me to. If you're still alive when you're twenty five, shall I kill you I know you told me to but I really don't want to... I remember all of the thing-things said to me. Until ... calvary. Ah you said, you said new love grows on trees, new love grows on trees, new love grows on... new love grows on trees. Are you still shaking out, all the dead wood from your bed love. Well times don't change and you're still thinking of all of those pretty rhymes full of divine, Oh no, you really don't have to. If you're still alive, when you're twenty five, shall I kill you, oh I know you asked me to but I really don't want to. I remember every single thing you said to me...You said new love grows on trees, new love grows on trees, new love grows on... new love grows on trees.

- Pete Doherty

Rodeo Town

We were driving through the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car, or just - I don't know what happened - but there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death. That was the first time I tasted fear. The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back - is that the souls or the ghosts of those dead Indians… maybe one or two of 'em… were just running around freaking out, and just leaped into my soul. And they're still in there.

-Jim Morrison