Όταν έπεσε για πρώτη φορά δίσκος των Doors στα χέρια μου πρέπει να ήμουνα γύρω στα 16.
Ειχα ακουσει το Backdoor man και το λάτρεψα.
Τους στίχους, την μουσική, την φωνή... όλα..
Μετά απο αυτή την πρώτη μου επαφή ψάχτηκα περισσότερο με τους Doors... αγόρασα πολλούς απο τους δίσκους τους και έχω και 2 βιβλία.
Το ένα είναι βιογραφικό.
Αναφέρεται στην ζωή του Jim Morisson.
Και το δεύτερο έχει στιχους απο τραγούδια τους.
Οι στίχοι σκοτεινοί, μυστήριοι... άκρως ποιητικοί...
Νομίζω σημάδεψαν την εφηβεία μου.
Aπο τα αγαπημένα μου το "strange days"
strange days have found us
strange days have tracked us down
they're going to destroy
our casual joys
we shall go on playing
or find a new town
strange eyes fill strange rooms
voices will signal their tired end
the hostess is grinning
her guests sleep from sinning
hear me talk of sin
and you know this is it
strange days have found us
and through their strange hours
we linger alone
bodies confused
memories misused
as we run from the day
to a strange night of stone
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my wild love
my wild love went ridin'
she rode all the day
she wrote to the devil
and asked him to pay
the devil was wiser
it's time to repent
he asked her to give back
the money she spent
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the spy
i'm a spy in the house of love.
i know the dream, that you're dreamin' 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.
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waiting for the sun
at first flash of eden, we race down to the sea.
standing there on freedom's shore.
waiting for the sun..
can you feel it, now that spring has come?
that it's time to live in the scattered sun.
waiting for the sun...
waiting for you to
come along.
waiting for you to
hear my song.
waiting for you to tell me what went wrong
this is the strangest life i've ever known..
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An american prayer
απο τους καλύτερους στίχους... γραφω μερικά κομμάτια μόνο γιατί είναι τεράστιο.
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 born yet and are you alive?
let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
[have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war]
....
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
...
filled with green death
(i touched her thigh and death smiled)
we have assembled inside this ancient
and insane theatre
to propogate our lust for life
and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
...
did you know freedom exists
in a school book
did you know madmen are
roaming 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 trying for something
that's already found us.
...
i'm sick of these 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 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 raven's claws.
...
i will not go
prefer a feast of friends
to the giant family.
