The Doors - Roadhouse Blues [Live from the Felt Forum]

Yeah!

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
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, Robby, do it

You gotta roll, roll, roll
You gotta thrill my soul, all right
Roll, roll, roll, roll
Thrill my soul
Ya gotta beep a gonk a chucha
Honk konk konk
Ya gotta, each you puna
Each ya, bop a lula
Each ya'll, bump a kechonk
Ease some 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

The Doors - Newborn Awakening

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding.

Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell 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 of 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 new-born 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'

In her baby grand

Was it the wilderness children?

Was it the Ghost-God himself,

Stuttering, cheering,

Chatting blindly?

I called you up to

Annoint 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 on you to pray.

The Doors - 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?

The Doors - Awake

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 - 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 the sundome the night
Give us a creed to believe
A night of lust
Give us trust in the night
Give of color a hundred hues
A rich mandala for me and you
And for your silky pillowed house
A head, wisdom and a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
Has claimed thee
We used to believe in the good old days
We still recieve in little ways
The things of kindness and unsporting brow
Forget and allow

The Doors - 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 in a strange 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 ravens claws

No more money, no more fancy dress

This other kingdom seems by far the best

Until it's other jaw reveals incest

And loose obidience to a vegetable law

I will not go

Prefer a feast of friends

To the giant family

The Doors - Roadhouse Blues

Yeah

Yeah, 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, honey, 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