Morrison Hotel |
1970
Elektra/Asylum records
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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
At first flash of Eden, We race down to the sea.
Standing there on
Freedom's shore.
Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun. 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 the sun. Waiting for the sun.
Waiting
for the sun.
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting, Waiting Waiting, Waiting, Waiting,
Waiting
Waiting for you to
Come along.
Waiting for you to
Hear my song.
Waiting for you to
Come along.
Waiting for you to Tell me what went wrong.
This is the strangest Life I've ever known.
*scream*
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 the sun. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for
the sun
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I really want you, really do.
Really need ya baby, God knows I do.
'Cause I'm not real enough without you;
Oh, what can I do? You make me
real.
You make me feel like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistaken
misery.
Make me free, love, make me free.
I really want you, really do.
Really need ya baby, really do.
Well I'm not real enough without you;
Oh, what can I do? You make me real.
Only you have that appeal.
So
let me slide in your tender sunken sea.
Make me free, love, make me free.
You make me real.
You make me feel like lovers feel.
You make me
throw away mistaken misery.
Make me free, love, make me free.
Make me
free.
You make me real
There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
She
came
There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee
She came
Blood
on the streets in the town of Chicago
She came
Blood on the rise, it's
following me
Think about the break of day
She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
She came
Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness She came
Blood
in the streets it's up to my thigh She came
Yeah the river runs red down the
legs of the city
She came
The women are crying rivers of weepin'
She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
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 the pain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in
the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
Blood in the streets,
it's up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on
the rise, it's following me
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TOP
I found my own true love was on a blue Sunday.
She looked at me and told
me I was the only One in the world.
Now I have found my girl.
My girl
awaits for me in tender time.
My girl is mine, She is the world,
She is
my girl. La, la, la, la.
My girl awaits for me in tender time.
My girl
is mine, She is the world,She is my girl.
The human race was dyin' out.
Noone left to scream and shout.
People
walking on the moon.
Smog will get you pretty soon.
Everyone was hanging
out.
Hanging up and hanging down.
Hanging in and holding fast.
Hope
our little world will last.
Yeah, along came Mr. Goodtrips Looking for a new
a ship.
Come on, people better climb on board.
Come on, baby, now we're
going home.
Ship of fools, ship of fools.
The human race was dyin' out.
Noone left to scream and shout.
People walking on the moon.
Smog
will get you pretty soon.
Ship of fools, ship of fools. Ship of fools, ship
of fools.
Ship of fools, ship of fools.
*improv and fade*
Grandma love a sailor who sailed the frozen sea.
Grandpa was a whaler And
he took me on his knee.
He said, "Son, I'm going crazy From livin' on the
land.
Got to find my shipmates And walk on foreign sands."
This old man
was graceful With silver in his smile.
He smoked a briar pipe and He walked
four country miles.
Singing songs of shady sisters And old time liberty.
Songs of love and songs of death And songs to set men free.
Yea! I've
got three ships and sixteen men, A course for ports unread.
I'll stand at
mast, let north winds blow Till half of us are dead.
Land ho!
Well, if I
get my hands on a dollar bill, Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill.
If I
get my hands on a number five, Gonna skin that litlle girl alive.
If I get
my hand on a number two, Come back home and marry you, marry you, marry you.
Alright! Land ho!
*improv out*
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TOP
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.
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 know everything. Everything you do. Everywhere you go.
Everyone you know.
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 know your deepest, secret fear.
I know your deepest, secret
fear. I'm a spy, I can see What you do. And I know.
She was a princess, Queen of the Highway
Sign
on the road said: "Take us to Madre"
No one could save her, save the blind
tiger
He was a monster, black dressed in leather
She was a princess,
Queen of the Highway
Now they are wedded, she is a good girl
Naked as children out in a
meadow,
Naked as children, wild as can be,
Soon to have offspring, start
it all over
Start at all over
American boy, American girl,
Most beautiful people in the world!
Son
of a frontier Indian Swirl,
Dancing through the midnight whirl-pool
Formless hope it can
continue a little while longer
I love you, the best.
Better than all the rest.
I love you, the best.
Better than all the rest, That I meet in the summer.
Indian summer.
That I meet in the summer.
Indian summer.
I love you, the best.
Better than all the rest.
Ms. Maggie M'Gill, She lived on a hill.
Her daddy got drunk And left her
the will.
So she went down, Down to Tangie Town.
People down there
Really like to get it on.
Now if you're sad, And you're feeling blue.
Go
out and buy a Brand new pair of shoes.
And you go down, Dow to Tangie Town.
'Cause people down there Really like to get it on.
Get it on.
Illegitimate son Of a Rock n' Roll star.
Illegitimate son Of a Rock n' Roll
star.
Mom met dad in the back Of a Rock n' Roll car.
Well, I'm an old
blues man And I think that you understand.
I've been singing the blues Ever
since the world began.
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill. Roll on, roll on,
Maggie M'Gill. *repeat and fade*
The Doors - "Morrison Hotel"
Elektra/Asylum
records
Released on vinyl February 1970
Produced by Paul Rothchild