1.Road House Blues
Lyricist：John Densmore, Robbie Kreiger, Ray Manzarek, Jim Morrison
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, gonna have a real, a good
time
Yeah at the back at the roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah at the 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, Lonnie, do it
You gotta roll, roll, roll, you gotta thrill my soul all right
Roll, roll, roll, roll to thrill my soul
Ah-got-ta-beepa-concha-too-chomp
Ko-kong-konk-a-don-tah ate-japoona-may-jah
Bop-a-lula-ee-chow bop-a-mee-cho, he some funk hey right
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 and 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
2.To Come Of Age
Lyricist：John Densmore, Robbie Krieger, Ray Manzarek, Jim Morrison
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
3.A Feast Of Friends
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the TV Tower
I want roses in
My garden bower; dig？
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a stranger hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant family
4.Babylon Fading
Then we hear a whistle,
Like a boson's pipe.
And the carnival immediately begins.
Gradually mixing
Rain
Thunder
Bullfight
Football
Playground
War
Penny arcade
Babylon fading.
5.Bird Of Prey
Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high
In the summer sky
Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high
Gently pass on by
Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high
Am I going to die
Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high
Take me on your flight
6.The Ghost Song
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
We have assembled inside,
This ancient and insane theater
To propagate our lust for life,
And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.
The barns have stormed
The windows kept,
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
From the divine mockery of words,
Music inflames temperament.
Ooh great creator of being
Grant us one more hour,
To perform our art
And perfect our lives.
We need great golden copulations,
When the true kings murderers
Are allowed to roam free,
A thousand magicians arise in the land
Where are the feast we are promised？
7.Dawn's Highway
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 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.
8.Newborn Awakening
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
9.Black Polished Chrome
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 white rag
And smiling cooly drove away.
He's rich.
Got a big car.
10.Latino Chrome
My gang will get you.
Scenes of rape in the arroyo.
Seductions in cars, abandoned buildings.
Fights at the food stand.
The dust.
The shoes.
Open shirts and raised collars.
Bright sculptured hair.
Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass？
Come on, I show you good time.
This place has everything.
Come on, I show you.
11.Angels And Sailors
Angels and sailors
Rich girls
Backyard fences
Tents
Dreams watching each other narrowly
Soft luxuriant cars
Girls in garages, stripped
Out to get liquor and clothes
Half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer
Jumped, humped, born to suffer
Made to undress in the wilderness.
I will never treat you mean
Never start no kind of scene
I'll tell you every place and person that I've been.
Always a playground instructor, never a killer
Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over
He manouvered two girls into his hotel room
One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger
Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican
Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt
She's trying to rie
Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games
Handsome lad, dead in a car
Confusion
No connections
Come 'ere
I love you
Peace on earth
Will you die for me？
Eat me
This way
The end
I'll always be true
Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe
If you'll only show me Far Arden again.
I'm surprised you could get it up
He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt
Haven't I been through enough？ she asks
Now dressed and leaving
The Spanish girl begins to bleed
She says her period
It's Catholic heaven
I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck
My chest is hard and brown
Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin
We could plan a murder
Or start a religion.
12.Stoned Immaculate
I'll tell you this...
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.
Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused
One summer night, going to the pier
I ran into two young girls
The blonde one was called Freedom
The dark one, Enterprise
We talked and they told me this story
Now listen to this...
I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine
messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
13.The Movie
The movie will begin in five moments
The mindless voice announced
All those unseated will await the next show.
We filed slowly, languidly into the hall
The auditorium was vast and silent
As we seated and were darkened, the voice continued.
The program for this evening is not new
You've seen this entertainment through and through
You've seen your birth your life and death
You might recall all of the rest
Did you have a good world when you died？
Enough to base a movie on？.
I'm getting out of here
Where are you going？
To the other side of morning
Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas
Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand.
It's alright, all your friends are here
When can I meet them？
After you've eaten
I'm not hungry
Uh, we meant beaten
Silver stream, silvery scream
Oooooh, impossible concentration.
14.Curses, Invocations
Curses, Invocations
Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you to rise
Large buxom obese queen
Garden hogs and cunt veterans
Quaint cabbage saints
Shit hoarders and individualists
Drag strip officials
Tight lipped losers and
Lustful fuck salesman
My militant dandies
All strange orders of monsters
Hot on the tail of the woodvine
We welcome you to our procession
Here come the Comedians
Look at them smile
Watch them dance an Indian mile
Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks
Plant them they will grow
Watch them waver so
I'll always be a word man
Better then a bird man
15.The World On Fire
The world on fire
Taxi from Africa
The Grand Hotel
He was drunk -
A big party last night.
Back, going back
In all directions.
Sleeping these insane hours.
I'll never wake up in a good mood again.
I'm sick of these stinky boots.
16.Lament
Lament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Aquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Stripshow
How to aquire death in the morning show
TV death which the child absorbs
Deathwell mystery which makes me write
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life
Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
Taught us god in the child's praye in the night
Guitar player
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode to my cock
Caress it's lament
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen
Lost cells
The knowledge of cancer
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift
Words Power Trance
This stable friend and the beast of his zoo
Wild haired chicks
Women flowering in their summit
Monsters of skin
Each color connects
To create the boat
Which rocks the race
Could any hell be more horrible
Than now
And real？
I pressed her thigh and death smiled
Death, old friend
Death and my cock are the world
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom Luxury Romance
Sentence upon sentence
Words are the healing lament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire
Words got me the wound and will get me well
I you believe it
All join now and lament the death of my cock
A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence
17.The Hitchhiker
Thoughts in time and out of season
The Hitchhiker
Stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason
Hi. How you doin'？ I just got back into town L.A.
I was out on the desert for awhile
'Riders on the storm'
Yeah. In the middle of it
'Riders on the storm'
Right...
'Into this world we're born'
Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem
'Into this world we're thrown'
When I was out on the desert, ya know
'Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan'
I don't know how to tell you
'Riders on the storm'
But, ah, I killed somebody
'There's a killer on the road'
No...
'His brain is squirming like a toad'
It's no big deal, ya know
I don't think anybody will find out about it, but...
' take a long holiday'
Just, ah...
'Let your children play'
This guy gave me a ride, and ah...
'If you give this man a ride'
Started giving me a lot of trouble
'Sweet family will die'
And I just couldn't take it, ya know
'Killer on the road'
And I wasted him
Yeah
18.An American Prayer
Do you know the warm progress under the stars？
Do you know we exist？
Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom？
Have you been borne yet and are you alive？
Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages.
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests.
We need great golden copulations.
The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
And our mother is dead in the sea.
Do you know we are being led to
Slaughters by placid admirals,
And that fat slow generals are getting
Obscene on young blood？
Do you know we are ruled by TV？
The moon is a dry blood beast.
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
In the next block of green vine,
Amassing for warfare on innocent
Herdsman who are just dying.
O great creator of being,
Grant us one more hour to perform our art
And perfect our lives.
The moths and atheists
Are doubly divine and dying.
We live, we die
And death not ends it.
Journey we more into the Nightmare.
Cling to life, our passion'd flower,
Cling to cunts and cocks of despair.
We got our final vision by clap.
Columbus' groin got
Filled with green death.
(I touched her thigh and death smiled.)
We have assembled inside this
Ancient and insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.
The barns are stormed,
The windows kept,
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
With the divine mockery of words.
Music inflames temperament.
(When the true King's murderers
Are allowed to roam free,
A thousand Magicians arise in the land.)
Where are the feasts we were promised？
Where is the wine,
The New Wine.
(Dying on the vine.)
19.Hour For Magic
Resident mockery,
Give us an hour for magic.
We of the purple glove.
We of the starling flight and velvet hour.
We of arabic pleasure's breed.
We of sundome and the night.
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
Hundred hues
A rich Mandala
For me and you
And for your silky
Pillowed house
A head, wisdom
And a bed
Troubled decree
Resilent mockery
Has claimed thee
We used to believe
In the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The Things of Kindness
And unsporting brow
Forget and allow
20.Freedom Exists
Did you know freedom exists
In a school book？
Did you know madmen
Are running our prison
Within a jail, within a gaol
Within a white free protestant
Maelstrom
We're perched headlong
On the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death
On the end of a candle
We're trying for something
That's already found us
21.Awake
Lyricist：John Densmore, Robbie Krieger, Ray Manzarek, Jim Morrison
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 woolly 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
22.American Night
Lyricist：Jim Morrison
All hail the American night what was that？
I don't know sounds like guns thunder
Roadhouse blues alright, alright, alright
Hey, listen, listen, listen, man, listen, man
I don't know how many you people believe in astrology
Yeah, that's right, that's right, baby, I, I am a Sagittarius
The most philosophical of all the signs
But anyway, I don't believe in it
I think it's a bunch of bullshit, myself
But I tell you this, man, I tell you this
I don't know what's gonna happen, man, but I wanna have
My kicks before the whole shit house goes up in flames alright
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