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the Doors - Morrison Hotel [1970] - Maggie M'Gill

Posted by MojosBeads on January 12, 2013 at 10:55 AM Comments comments (0)

Miss Maggie M'Gill, she lived on a hill

Her daddy got drunk and left her no will

So she went down, down to Tangie Town

People down there really like to get it on

Now if you're sad and you're feeling blue

Go out and buy a brand new pair of shoes and

You go down, down to Tangie Town

Cause people down there really like to get it on

Get it on, heh

 

Illegitimate son of a rock and roll star

Illegitimate son of a rock and roll star

Mom met dad in the back of a rock and roll car, yeah

Well I'm an old blues man

And I think that you understand

I've been singing the blues ever since the world began

Yeah

 

Maggie Maggie, Maggie M'Gill

Roll on roll on, Maggie M'Gill

Maggie Maggie, Maggie M'Gill

Roll on roll on, Maggie M'Gill

Maggie Maggie, Maggie M'Gill

Roll on roll on, Maggie M'Gill

the Doors - Morrison Hotel [1970] - Indian Summer

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I love you, the best

Better than all, the rest

I love you, the best

Better than all, the rest

That I meet, in the summer

Indian Summer

 

That I meet, in the summer

Indian Summer

I love you, the best

Better than all, the rest

the Doors - Morrison Hotel [1970] - Queen Of The Highway

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She was a princess, queen of the Highway

Sign on the road said, take us to Madre

No one can save her, save the blind tiger

He was a monster, black dressed in leather

She was a princess, queen of the highway

Now they are wedded, she is a good girl

Naked as children, out in a meadow

Naked as children, wild as can be

Soon to have offspring

Start it all over

Start it all over

 

American boy, american girl

The most beautiful people, in the world

Son of a frontier, Indian swirl

Dance into the midnight whirlpool

Formless

Hope we can continue a little while longer

Come on

the Doors - Morrison Hotel [1970] - The Spy

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I'm a spy

In the house of love

I know the dream

That you're dreaming of

I know the word

That you long to hear

I know your deepest secret fear

I'm a spy

In the house of love

I know the dream

That you're dreaming of

I know the word

That you long to hear

I know your deepest secret fear

I know everything

Everything you do

Everywhere you go

Everyone you know

I'm a spy

In the house of love

I know the dream

That you're dreaming of

I know the word

That you long to hear

I know your deepest secret fear

I know your deepest secret fear

I know your deepest secret fear

 

I'm a spy

I can see

What you do

And I know

the Doors - Morrison Hotel [1970] - Land Ho!

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Grandma loved a sailor who sailed the frozen sea

Grandpa was that whaler and he took me on his knee

He said son I'm going crazy from living on the land

Got to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sand

This old man was graceful with silver in his smile

He smoked a briar pipe and he walked four country miles

Singing songs of shady sisters and old town liberty

Songs of love and songs of death, songs that set men free

 

I've got three ships and sixty men

A course for ports unread

I'll stand at mast

Let north winds blow

Till half of us are dead

Land Ho!

 

Well I get my hands on a dollar bill

Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill

If I get my hands on a number five

Gonna skin that little girl alive

If I get my hands on a number two

Come back home and marry you

Marry you, marry you, all right

 

Land land Ho!

Land land Ho!

Well I get back home and I feel all right

You know babe I'm gonna love you tonight

Love you tonight, love you tonight

Land land Ho!

Land land Ho!

Land land Ho!

the Doors - Morrison Hotel [1970] - Ship Of Fools

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The human race was dying out

No one left to scream and shout

People walking on the moon

Smog will get you pretty soon

Everyone was hanging out

Hanging up and hanging down

Hanging in and holding fast

Hope our little world will last

 

Yeah along came Mr. Goodtrips

Looking for a new ship

Come on people better climb on board

Come on babe we're going home

Ship of fools, ship of fools

 

The human race was dying out

No one left to scream and shout

People walking on the moon

Smog will get you pretty soon

Ship of fools, ship of fools

Ship of fools, ship of fools

Ship of fools, ship of fools

Ship of fools, ship of fools

Climb on board

Ship's gonna leave you all, far behind

the Doors - Morrison Hotel [1970] - Blue Sunday

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I found my own true love was, on a Blue Sunday

She looked at me and told me

I was the only, one in the world

Now I have found my girl

My girl awaits for me in tender times

My girl is mine, she is the world

She is my girl

 

La, la, la, la

 

My girl awaits for me in tender times

My girl is mine, she is the world

She is my girl

the Doors - Morrison Hotel [1970] - Peace Frog

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There's blood in the streets it's up to my ankles

She came

There's blood on the streets it's up to my knee

She came

Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago

She came

Blood on the rise it's following me

Think about the break of day

She came and then she drove away

Sunlight in her hair

She came

Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness

She came

Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh

She came

Yeah the river runs down the legs of the city

She came

The women are crying red rivers of weepin'

She came into town and then she drove away

Sunlight in her hair

 

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 of a nation

Blood is the rose of mysterious union

There's blood in the streets it's up to my ankles

Blood in the streets it's up to my knee

Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago

Blood on the rise it's following me

the Doors - Morrison Hotel [1970] - You Make Me Real

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I really want you

Really do

Really need you baby, God knows I do

'Cause I'm not real enough without you

Oh what can I do

You make me real

You make me feel

Like lovers feel

You make me throw away mistaken misery

Make me feel love

Make me free

 

I really want you

Really do

Really need you baby

Really do

Well I'm not real enough without you

Oh, what can I do

You make me real

Only you baby

Have that appeal

So let me slide into your tender sunken sea

Make me feel love

Make me free

Oh yeah

 

You make me real all right

You make me feel like lovers feel

You make me throw away mistaken misery

You make me feel love

You make me free

Make me free

You make me real

the Doors - Morrison Hotel [1970] - Waiting For The Sun

Posted by MojosBeads on January 12, 2013 at 10:50 AM Comments comments (0)

At first flash of Eden

We race down to the sea

Standing there on Freedom's Shore

Waiting for the sun

Waiting for the sun

Waiting for the sun

 

Can you feel it, now that spring has come

And it's time to live in the scattered sun

Waiting for the sun

Waiting for the sun

Waiting for the sun

Waiting for the sun

Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting

Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting

Waiting for you to, come along

Waiting for you to, hear my song

Waiting for you to, come along

Waiting for you to tell me what went wrong

This is the strangest life I've ever known

YEAH!

 

Can you feel it, now that spring has come

And it's time to live in the scattered sun

Waiting for the sun

Waiting for the sun

Waiting for the sun

Waiting for the sun

the Doors - Morrison Hotel [1970] - Roadhouse Blues

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Keep your eyes on the road your hands upon the wheel

Keep your eyes on the road your hands upon the wheel

Yeah we're goin' to the Roadhouse

We're gonna have a real

Good time

Yeah back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows

Yeah back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows

And that's for the people who like to go down slow

Let it roll baby roll

Let it roll baby roll

Let it roll baby roll

Let it roll all night long

Do it Robbie do it

 

You gotta roll, roll, roll

You gotta thrill my soul all right

Roll, roll, roll, roll

Thrill my soul

You gotta beep a gunk a chucha

Honk konk konk

You gotta each you puna

Each ya bop a luba

Each yall bump a kechonk

Ease sum konk

Ya ride

Ashen lady, Ashen lady

Give up your vows, give up your vows

Save our city, save our city

Right now

Well I woke up this morning I got myself a beer

Well I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer

The future's uncertain and the end is always near

Let it roll baby roll

Let it roll baby roll

Let it roll baby roll

Let it roll

All night long