Dawn's Highway
Jim Morrison Lyrics


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Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a
Grandmother and a grandfather - 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.

So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time I tasted fear.
I musta' been about four - like a child is like a flower,
His head is just floating in the breeze, man.
The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back
Is that the souls of 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.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A.

Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth if a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
Blood on the rise, it's following me.





Indian, Indian what did you die for?
Indian says, nothing at all.

Overall Meaning

"Dawn's Highway" is a haunting piece of poetry by Jim Morrison, the lead singer of the rock band The Doors. It is not a traditional song, but rather a spoken word performance by Morrison. The poem begins with the image of Indians scattered on a highway, bleeding, and the impression it had on a young child's mind. The child is Morrison himself, who recounts an experience from his childhood of encountering a truck load of Indian workers who had a fatal accident. The incident was so traumatic that it left Morrison with a lifelong impression of fear and the ghosts of those dead Indians may have left a permanent mark on his soul.


The second part of the poem moves to a different setting and talks about the presence of blood in different contexts such as in the streets of New Haven, on the palms of Venice, and in Morrison's love life during a terrible summer in fantastic L.A. It speaks of the violence and turmoil that existed in the society and how blood is a constant companion to such events. Morrison's words culminate in a dialogue between an Indian and himself. The Indian asks Morrison what he died for, and his answer is "nothing at all," signifying the futility and meaningless of life.


Line by Line Meaning

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
There was a deadly crash between a truck carrying Indian workers and another car, causing Indians to be scattered and bleeding on the highway at dawn.


Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
The singer, as a young child, witnessed the aftermath of the crash and experienced fear. He describes the ghosts of the dead Indians entering his soul and haunting his thoughts.


Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
The song switches to describing other instances of bloodshed. This line refers to an actual event, the May Day protests in New Haven, CT in 1970, where police used force to disperse demonstrators.


Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
The song continues to describe other locations where blood has been shed, including Venice, CA where the singer lived. This line suggests a pervasive sense of violence and danger.


Blood in my love in the terrible summer
The singer writes of personal pain and loss during a tumultuous time, possibly alluding to his own relationships and experiences.


Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A.
The metaphorical red sun suggests a city marked by violence and danger, perhaps disillusioning the singer's previous idealized view of Los Angeles.


Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers
The meaning behind this line is unclear, but it could be a reference to an act of violence against a woman.


Blood will be born in the birth if a nation
This line seems to contrast the idea of blood as a symbol of birth and renewal with the violence and pain that often accompany the birth of new nations and societies.


Blood is the rose of mysterious union
Blood is a powerful symbol of connection and unity, even as it can also represent violence and separation.


Blood on the rise, it's following me.
The final line of the song suggests that the singer feels pursued or haunted by the violence and bloodshed that he has witnessed and experienced.


Indian, Indian what did you die for?
The song ends with a question, challenging the motivations behind the violence and bloodshed that have occurred. This line also references the Native Americans who were killed during the founding of the US, raising questions about America's past and present treatment of its indigenous peoples.


Indian says, nothing at all.
The song's final words suggest that these questions may remain unanswered and that the violence and bloodshed will continue with no clear reason or resolution.




Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Written by: JIM (USA) MORRISON, JOHN PAUL DENSMORE, RAYMOND D. MANZAREK, ROBERT A KRIEGER

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