L. A. WOMAN |
1971
Elektra/Asylum records
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Uh!
Uha!
Gedu!
I live uptown
I live downtown
I live all around
I had money, and I had none
I had money, and 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 Changelin'
See me change
I'm the air you breath
Food you eat
Friends your greet
In the
sullen street, wow
See me change
See me change, you
I live uptown
I live downtown
I live all around
I had money, yeah, and I had none
I had money, yeah, and 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 sullen 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
Woa,
change, change, change
Don't ya love her madly
Don't ya need her badly
Don't ya love her ways
Tell me what you say
Don't ya love her madly
Wanna be her daddy
Don't ya love her face
Don't ya love her as she's walkin' out the door
Like she did one
thousand times before
Don't ya love her ways
Tell me what you say
Don't ya love her as
she's walkin' 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 ya love her madly
Don't ya love her madly
Don't ya love
her madly
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
C'mon and set me free
I said, warden, warden, warden
Won't you break your lock and key
I
said, warden, warden, warden
Won't ya break your lock and key
Yeah, come
along here, mister
C'mon 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
C'mon little darlin'
C'mon 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
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon and set me free
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
Yeah, right
Woo!
Windows started tremblin'
With a sonic boom
Windows started tremblin'
With a sonic boom, boom
A cold girl'll kill you
In a darkened room
Yeah, woo
Ride
Ride on
Weooooo!
Wawa, eooo!
Oooo, owa,
owaaa!
Wa, waaaaea!
Ooo, wa, wa, wa, wa, waa!
Uh-huh
Well, I just got into town 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 thru your suburbs
Into
your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue Blues
Into your
blues, ohh, yeah
I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I
never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' down your freeways
Midnite 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 Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Got
to keep on risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mojo Risin', gotta
Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'
Gone risin', risin'
I'm gone risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
Woah, ohh yeah
Well, I just got into town 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
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
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
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', baby, 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 WASP (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)
I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the
Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat
narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance
Others, mean and ruthful 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."
Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout
the heartache and the lose of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with raw
iron soul
I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the
dawn
I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft drivin', slow and
mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas
I'll tell you
'bout the Texas Radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wandering
the Western dream
Tell you 'bout the maiden with raw iron soul
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
alone
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 ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah
Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya 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
Wow!
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
alone
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
The Doors - "LA Woman"
Elektra/Asylum records
Produced by Bruce Botnik and The Doors
Released on vinyl April 1971