Saturday, December 08, 2007

Windows And Doors, Part 2

"Dance on fire as it intends"

I bought a Doors CD with about 30 thousand songs on it the other day and have been rehashing all my memories and thoughts associated with that time. The late sixties don't seem so far away, but as the liner notes point out, the Doors have now enjoyed 40 years of popularity with generation after generation. Meanwhile I aged into this stage of crud and crabby derisiveness.

It's odd how good, how visceral, how Everything all these songs still are for me. Some of them are quite Mad, you know (said the Hatter). "When The Music's Over" is no mere cup of tea, I'll tell you. And "The End", with it's "kill kill kill kill, kill, kill" (six kills) to add to the insinuation of motherfucking and fatherfucking murder going on before it! Morrison quite liked his madness, I'd say. But does it mean that I didn't/don't like the Doors' music? Not a bit of it! In fact, I find I still like nearly every bit of it. I don't care what you say, I find them Very Tasty! Refined Vulgarity? Maybe Jim Morrison was a pervert. But, after careful consideration, I reckon so'm I. Guess I never grew up. All of this, of course, is not to mention that the Doors were a band that quite simply Rocked!!! It's not sex, but it's not bad!

"I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn"
from "Texas Radio And The Big Beat"



WHEN THE MUSIC'S OVER

Yeah, cmon
When the musics over
When the musics over, yeah, when the musics over
Turn out the lights, turn out the lights
Turn out the lights, yeah
When the musics over x3
Turn out the lights x3
For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end x3
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I got some friends inside
The face in the mirror wont stop
The girl in the window wont drop
A feast of friends, alive! she cried
Waitin for me, outside!
Before I sink, into the big sleep
I want to hear, I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly
Come back, baby, back into my arm
Were gettin tired of hangin around
Waitin around with our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound, very near yet very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear, come today, come today
What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down
I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it... x2
Now, now? , now!
Persian night, babe, see the light, babe
Save us!, jesus!, save us!
So when the musics over
When the musics over, yeah
When the musics over
Turn out the lights x3
Well the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end x3



THE END

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you

C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

3 comments:

  1. Nice photographs, Ron. I like the hat and black shirt

    Can't get with that music though - not my cup o' tea at all. Showing my age, I guess.

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  2. What do you think I was showing, just my ass? My wrinkled OLD ass?

    Many people like Frank Sinatra. It's a shame you can live with. Just avoid those songs where he'd talked in Cool Negro as if being the Big Star made him one of the "boys". Not really.

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  3. hmm, not a huge Doors fan but the band was talented.

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