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Old 08-14-2003, 12:27 PM  
Jim Morrison
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American Night
All hail the American night!



What was that?
I don't know
Sounds like guns...thunder.
(Roadhouse Blues cuts in here with Jim doing a little audience participation section at the end.)

...Alright! Alright! Alright!
Hey, listen! Listen! Listen, man! listen, man!
I don't know how many you people believe in astrology...

Yeah, that's right...that's right, baby, I...I am a
Sagittarius
The most philosophical of all the signs
But anyway, I don't believe in it
I think it's a bunch of bullshit, myself
But I tell you this, man, I tell you this
I don't know what's gonna happen, man, but I wanna have
my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames
Alright!





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The World on Fire
The World on Fire...Taxi from Africa...The Grand Hotel... He was drunk a big party last night back going back
in all directions sleeping these insane hours I'll never wake up in a good mood again I'm sick of these stinky boots


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Lament
Lament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Acquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Stripshow

How to acquire death in the morning show
TV death which the child absorbs
Deathwell mystery which makes me write
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life

Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
Taught us god in the child's prayer in the night

Guitar player
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode to my cock

Caress it's lament
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen
Lost cells
The knowledge of cancer
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift
Words Power Trance

this stable friend and the beast of his zoo
Wild haired chicks
Women flowering in their summit
Monsters of skin
Each color connects
to create the boat
which rocks the race
Could any hell be more horrible
than now
and real?

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

death, old friend
death and my cock are the world
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom Luxury Romance

Sentence upon sentence
Words are the healing lament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire
Words got me the wound and will get me well
I you believe it

All join now and lament the death of my cock
A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence




The Hitchhiker
Thoughts in time and out of season
The Hitchhiker
Stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason

Hi. How you doin'? I just got back into town L.A.
I was out on the desert for awhile

Riders on the storm
Yeah. In the middle of it

Riders on the storm
Right...

Into this world we're born
Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem

Into this world we're thrown
When I was out on the desert, ya know

Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
I don't know how to tell you

Riders on the storm
but, ah, I killed somebody

There's a killer on the road
No...

His brain is squirming like a toad
It's no big deal, ya know
I don't think anybody will find out about it, but...

take a long holiday
just, ah...

Let your children play
this guy gave me a ride, and ah...

If you give this man a ride
started giving me a lot of trouble

Sweet family will die
and I just couldn't take it, ya know

Killer on the road
And I wasted him

Yeah



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