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Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Black Polished Chrome

Posted by MojosBeads on January 13, 2013 at 7:00 AM Comments comments (0)

The music was new black polished chrome

And came over the summer like liquid night

The DJ's took pills to stay awake and play for seven days

They went to the studio and someone knew him

Someone knew the TV showman

He came to our homeroom party and played records

And when he left in the hot noon sun

And walked to his car

We saw the chooks had written

F-U-C-K on his windshield

He wiped it off with a rag

and smiling coolly drove away

He's rich got a big car

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - To Come Of Age

Posted by MojosBeads on January 13, 2013 at 7:00 AM Comments comments (0)

A military station in the desert

 

Can we resolve the past

Lurking jaws joints of time

The Base

To come of age in a dry place

Holes and caves

My friend drove and hour each day from the mountains

The bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lap

Someone shot the bird in the afternoon dance show

They gave out free records to the best couple

Spades dance best, from the hip

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Newborn Awakening

Posted by MojosBeads on January 13, 2013 at 7:00 AM Comments comments (0)

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 Phantastic 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

 

Gently they stir, gently rise

The dead are newborn awakening

With ravaged limbs and wet souls

Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement

Who called these dead to dance

Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand

Was it the wilderness children

Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly

I called you up to anoint the earth

I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin

I called you to wish you well

To glory in self like a new monster

And now I call you to pray

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Dawn's Highway

Posted by MojosBeads on January 13, 2013 at 7:00 AM Comments comments (0)

Me and my uh, mother and father

And 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 must of 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

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Ghost Song

Posted by MojosBeads on January 13, 2013 at 7:00 AM Comments comments (0)

Awake

Shake dreams from your hair

My pretty child, my sweet one

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day

The day's divinity

First thing you see

 

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon

Couples naked race down by it's quiet side

And we laugh like soft, mad children

Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy

The music and voices are all around us

 

Choose they croon the Ancient Ones

The time has come again

Choose now, they croon

Beneath the moon

Beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest

Enter the hot dream

Come with us

Everything is broken up and dances

 

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Awake

Posted by MojosBeads on January 13, 2013 at 7:00 AM Comments comments (0)

Is everybody in?

Is everybody in?

Is everybody in?

The ceremony is about to begin.

 

WAKE UP!

 

You can't remember where it was

Had this dream stopped?

the Doors - L.A. Woman [1971] - Riders On The Storm

Posted by MojosBeads on January 12, 2013 at 8:35 PM Comments comments (0)

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out on loan

Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road

His brain is squirmin' like a toad

Take a long holiday

Let your children play

If you give this man a ride

Sweet family will die

Killer on the road, yeah

 

Girl you gotta love your man

Girl you gotta love your man

Take him by the hand

Make him understand

The world on you depends

Our life will never end

Gotta love your man

yeah

 

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out on loan

Riders on the storm

 

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

the Doors - L.A. Woman [1971] - The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)

Posted by MojosBeads on January 12, 2013 at 8:35 PM Comments comments (0)

I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat

It comes out of the Virginia swamps

Cool and slow with money and decision

And a back beat narrow and hard to master

 

Some call it heavenly in its brilliance

Others mean and rueful of the western dream

I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft

We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping

This is the land where the Pharaoh died

 

The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered

They are saying, forget the night

Live with us in forests of azure

Out here on the perimeter there are no stars

Out here we is stoned, immaculate

 

Now listen to this and I'll tell you about the heartache

I'll tell you about the heartache and the loss of God

I'll tell you about the hopeless night

The meager food my soul forgot

I tell you about the maiden with wrought iron soul

 

I'll tell you this, no eternal reward

To forgive us now for wasting the dawn

 

I'll tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat

Soft driven slow and mad like some new language

 

Now listen to this and I'll tell you about the Texas

I'll tell you about the Texas radio

I'll tell you about the hopeless night

The wandering the Western dream

Tell you about the maiden with wrought iron soul

the Doors - L.A. Woman [1971] - Crawling King Snake

Posted by MojosBeads on January 12, 2013 at 8:35 PM Comments comments (0)

Well, I'm the crawlin' king snake

And I rule my den

I'm the crawlin' king snake

And I rule my den

Yeah don't mess 'round with my mate

Gonna use her for myself

Caught me crawlin' bay window

Grass is very high

Keep on crawlin' till the day I die

Crawlin' king snake

And I rule my den

You better give me what I want

Gonna crawl no more

 

Caught me crawlin' baby, crawlin' 'round your door

Seein' everything I want

I'm gonna crawl on your floor

Let's crawl

And I rule my den

C'mon give me what I want

Ain't gonna crawl no more

Alright crawl a while

 

C'mon crawl

C'mon crawl

Get on out there on your hands and knees baby

Crawl all over me

Just like the spider on the wall

Ooo, we gonn' crawl

One more

Well, I'm the crawlin' king snake

And I rule my den

Call me the crawlin' king snake

And I rule my den

Yeah don't mess 'round with my mate

Gonna use her for myself

the Doors - L.A. Woman [1971] - Hyacinth House

Posted by MojosBeads on January 12, 2013 at 8:35 PM Comments comments (0)

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House

To please the lions, in this day

I need a brand new friend who doesn't bother me

I need a brand new friend who doesn't trouble me

I need someone and who doesn't need me

I see the bathroom is clear

I think that somebody's near

I'm sure that someone is following me, oh yeah

Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away

Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away

It was the only card in the deck that I had left to play

 

And I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend

And I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend

And I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend, the end

the Doors - L.A. Woman [1971] - L'America

Posted by MojosBeads on January 12, 2013 at 8:30 PM Comments comments (0)

Yeeeaahh

I took a trip down to L'America

To trade some beads for a pint of gold

I took a trip down to L'America

To trade some beads for a pint of gold

L'America, L'America, L'America

L'America, L'America, L'America

C'mon people don't ya look so down

You know the rain man's comin' ta town

Change the weather, change your luck

And then he'll teach ya how ta...find yourself

L'America

 

Friendly strangers came to town

All the people put them down

But the women loved their ways

Come again some other day

Like the gentle rain

Like the gentle rain, that falls

 

I took a trip down to L'America

To trade some beads for a pint of gold

I took a trip down to L'America

To trade some beads for a pint of gold

L'America, L'America, L'America

L'America, L'America, L'America, L'America

the Doors - L.A. Woman [1971] - L.A. Woman

Posted by MojosBeads on January 12, 2013 at 8:30 PM Comments comments (0)

Well I took a little downer about an hour ago

Took a look around see which way the wind blow

Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in The city of light

Or just another lost angel

City of night, City of night, city of night, city of night, woo c'mon

 

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman

L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon

L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon

L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon

Drive through your suburbs

Into your blues, into your blues yeah

Into your blue-blue Blues

Into your blues, ohh yeah

 

I see your hair is burning

Hills are filled with fire

If they say I never loved you

You know they are a liar

Driving down your freeways

Midnight alleys roam

Cops in cars, the topless bars

Never saw a woman

So alone, so alone

So alone, so alone

Motel Money Murder Madness

Let's change the mood from glad to sadness

 

Mr. Mojo Rising

Mr. Mojo Rising

Mr. Mojo Rising

Mr. Mojo Rising

Got to keep on rising

Mr. Mojo Rising

Mr. Mojo Rising

Mojo Rising

Gotta Mojo Rising

Mr. Mojo Risin

Gotta keep on rising

Rising rising

Gone rising, rising

I'm gone rising, rising

I gotta rising, rising

Well rising, rising

I gotta, wooo, yeah, rising

Woah, ohh yeah

 

Well I took a little downer about an hour ago

Took a look around see which way the wind blow

Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in The city of light

Or just another lost angel...city of night

City of night, city of night, city of night, woah c'mon

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman, your my woman

Little L.A. Woman, little L.A. Woman

L.A. L.A. Woman Woman, L.A. Woman c'mon

the Doors - L.A. Woman [1971] - Cars Hiss By My Window

Posted by MojosBeads on January 12, 2013 at 8:30 PM Comments comments (0)

The cars hiss by my window

Like the waves down on the beach

The cars hiss by my window

Like the waves down on the beach

I got this girl beside me

But she's out of reach

Headlight through my window

Shinin' on the wall

Headlight through my window

Shinin' on the wall

Can't hear my baby

Though I called and called

 

Windows started tremblin'

With a sonic boom

Windows started tremblin'

With a sonic boom, boom

A cold girl kill you

In a darkened room

the Doors - L.A. Woman [1971] - Been Down So Long

Posted by MojosBeads on January 12, 2013 at 8:30 PM Comments comments (0)

Well I've been down so Goddamn long

That it looks like up to me

Well I've been down so very damn long

That it looks like up to me

Yeah why don't one you people

Come on and set me free

 

I said warden, warden, warden

Won't you break your lock and key

I said warden, warden, warden

Won't you break your lock and key

Yeah come along here mister

Come on and let the poor boy be

 

Baby, baby, baby

Won't you get down on your knees

Baby, baby, baby

Won't you get down on your knees

Come on little darling

Come on and give your love to me, oh yeah

 

Well I've been down so Goddamn long

That it looks like up to me

Well I've been down so very damn long

That it looks like up to me

Yeah why don't one you people

Come on, oh come on, come on, and set me free

the Doors - L.A. Woman [1971] - Love Her Madly

Posted by MojosBeads on January 12, 2013 at 8:30 PM Comments comments (0)

Don't you love her madly

Don't you need her badly

Don't you love her ways

Tell me what you say

Don't you love her madly

Wanna be her daddy

Don't you love her face

Don't you love her as she's walking out the door

Like she did one thousand times before

Don't you love her ways

Now tell me what you say

Don't you love her as she's walking out the door

All your love

All your love

All your love

All your love

All your love is gone

So sing a lonely song

Of a deep blue dream

Seven horses seem to be on the mark

 

Yeah don't you love her

Don't you love her as she's walkin' out the door

All your love

All your love

All your love

Yeah all your love is gone

So sing a lonely song

Of a deep blue dream

Seven horses seem to be on the mark

 

Well don't you love her madly

Don't you love her madly

Don't you love her madly

the Doors - L.A. Woman [1971] - The Changeling

Posted by MojosBeads on January 12, 2013 at 8:30 PM Comments comments (0)

I live uptown

I live downtown

I live all around

I had money

I had none

I had money

I had none

But I never been so broke that I couldn't leave town

I'm a Changeling, see me change

I'm a Changeling, see me change

I'm the air you breath

Food you eat

Friends you greet

In the swarming street, wow

 

See me change

See me change

You

I live uptown

I live downtown

I live all around

I had money, yeah

I had none

I had money, yeah

I had none

But I never been so broke that I couldn't leave town

 

Well I'm the air you breath

Food you eat

Friends your greet

In the swarming street, wow

Ew ma!

Uh, ah!

You gotta see me change

See me change

Yeah I'm leavin' town

On a midnight train

Gotta see me change

Change, change, change

Change, change, change

Change, change, change

Change, change, change

Woah, change, change, change

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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